𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱

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tw: mentions of blood, sedatives, severe injuries ಥ‿ಥ

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just don't ask xx

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"aang, baby, i know you can do it. you're a fighter, not a quitter sweetie. fight."

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aang woke up with a searing pain coursing through every vein in his body. it physically hurt just to open his eyes.

but when he did, he came face to face with probably the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

he couldn't quite remember if she was actually the only woman he'd ever seen but who cared?

in fact, he couldn't even remember if he'd seen her sometime before and if he had learned her name.

she was staring down at him with tears cascading down her mocha cheeks, and she was gripping his hand like her life depended on it.

he didn't exactly know why he was lying in a pool of thick red paint or why he had something wrapped so tightly around his arm, but he needed to know who this woman was.

so he asked, "who are you?"

the woman's ecstatic smiled faded, and her expression was replaced with pure shock.

and for some reason, she started laughing. but not a true, authentic laugh.

one of those, "i know you're fucking kidding" laughs.

"aang." the woman said sternly.

'who the hell is aang?'

"don't joke like that, sweetie. we need to get you to st. nazareth's."

'sweetie? she must be one of those girls that calls everybody 'honey..''

aang coughed, feeling mucus climb up his throat.

he tried to talk but the pain was unbearable.

his chest was screaming, each breath becoming harder and harder to take in. it genuinely felt like he was drowning.

the woman sniffled, more tears flowing from her azure blue eyes.

he could feel her hopelessness, but he also just felt weird.

he couldn't really describe it but he just felt so...disconnected.

"aang, my love, i know it hurts, okay? we're gonna get you help, i promise."

'we?'

the woman looked around, squinting her eyes. aang followed her gaze and noticed that most of the room was wreckage.

he couldn't even make out where the floor started and the walls ended.

her eyes landed on an unmoving figure, and panic spread across her face.

"zuko? zuko, can you hear me?"