TW: Slight mention of gore, wounds, and scars.
It was carnage.
There were tears, blood, sobbing, screams full of pain, both enemy and friendly bodies around the area.
If Korra had to compare it to something, she'd say this looked like a front-line battlefield in a heartbeat.
As soon as she reached the grounds, she flew out of her car and sprinted through the smoke, trying to get to the hospital entrance. Once she did, she stopped dead in her tracks as she stared up at the once big building. Her eyes widened when she took in the damage done to it, the whole west wing was shattered and had fallen through. It was simply falling apart, about to collapse. Her blood turned iced cold and she turned around to face where the survivors were. She jogged to them, jumping from one to the other looking for her emerald eyes. Where is she?!
"Korra!!" She whipped around to see a limping Jinora trying to make her way towards the captain. She was crying, tainted with the black gun powder and dust from the explosion, her forehead slashed open and bleeding down to her face. "Korra!!" She sobbed out once more and threw herself onto the captain's arms, hugging each other tightly. Korra pulled back first and cupped the nurse's cheek to get her to focus.
"Jinora whe-" Another sob interrupted her and Jinora's legs gave out, Korra catching her on time. She sat the younger woman down on the floor and noticed she was shaking her head.
"Katara, Kya, and Asami are missing, Korra." She looked up to see Opal. There was blood on her cheek and trailing down her arms. "Katara wouldn't come out. Asami went looking in for her and-" She took a deep breath. "Kya went in after her. Then it happened." Korra could feel herself shaking and she slowly stood up, feeling Jinora hug her leg. She looked between the two women, attempting to maintain herself composed. She had to be. Though her mind was on Asami, she couldn't abandon the young nurse that clung to her for dear life. Korra had been there, young and scared with no one to carry her to safety. Her heart broke into a million pieces when Jinora tightened her grip when she tried to move to a better angle to pick her up.
"We need somewhere to set Jinora down." Opal nodded and watched as the captain leaned down and scooped Jinora off the ground bridal style. The younger nurse wrapped her arms around Korra's neck tightly and buried her face in it. Korra could feel the vibrations of her silent sobs. Once she was secured, Opal guided her through the mass of people to where the rest of the nurses were. She set Jinora down and turned back around when the hospital gave out a horrible sound. It was about to collapse and they all knew it. Korra looked at a soldier who was staring at the almost-collapsing building.
"You!" The soldier turned and automatically saluted. "Secure the perimeter and don't let anyone go in."
"¡Sí, mi capitán!" Once the soldier scurried off, Korra started jogging towards the hospital entrance, when a hand tightly gripped her shoulder. She turned to face its owner.
"I already tried. The front entrance is blocked by fallen wood." Mako told her and she rubbed her forehead forcefully.
"There has to be another entrance... a window or something... The fallen structure, even." She started walking towards the fallen west wing and frowned at the damage.
"Korra-"
"What, Mako?!" She turned to face him, yelling in frustration. "You won't stop me from going in! I need to get her back, I need to get the three of them out before this thing falls over!"
"And I'm doing this with you!" He yelled back, taking Korra aback with his outburst. "I was going to say that there's a broken window on the East wing that's in good condition to crawl in." He sighed and turned to walk towards it, Korra following behind. "I saw it when I arrived a few minutes ago." He mumbled and gestured to the window once they made it. Korra inspected it and bit her lip, it was significantly high up.
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The Rebellion Within
Historical FictionThe news of the Rif Wars shook Spain to their core from 1920 to 1927. Every single person in the peninsula had their eyes in Morocco, especially the young engineer Asami Sotomayor. Drowned by her father's wishes to run and work in his new building...
