Avatar harem x male reader (on hold)

The final day, part 1

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The day after the incident with Y/n, he lay in bed, his breathing uneven and erratic.

A damp patch of seaweed rested against his forehead, helping to regulate his body temperature. His shoulder, where the bullet had struck, was wrapped in healing leaves and more seaweed to boost the effectiveness of the applied herbs.

Footsteps echoed faintly outside his hut, growing louder until the blinds were pushed aside. A woman stepped in—her presence as commanding as ever.

She carried a bowl of soup in one hand and a small piece of bread in the other.

Y/n cracked open his eyes to see who had entered. His body felt heavier than ever, weaker than the last time he'd ended up like this.

If he had a penny for every time he'd been hurt bad enough to be bedridden, he'd have three. Not a lot, but oddly enough, it happened this many times.

She approached and sat beside his bed, setting the food aside for later.

Y/n: Y...you kn..ow you d...on't h...ave to d...o this.

His voice was barely a whisper, each word a battle.

???: By now, you should understand—it's my duty to care for my clan.

Y/n: Re...ally? Last I ch...ecked, y...ou didn't p...erson.allly t...ake care o.f people.

She averted her gaze, visibly flustered.

???: True... but last I checked, you're my mate now.

Y/n gave a faint, crooked smile.

???: How are you feeling now?

Y/n: Be...tter th....an y...esterd...ay. Tha.nks, Ronal.

Ronal: Quiet. You need to rest and eat if you want to recover.

Y/n: Heh... "Coughed violently," you shouldn't... be here... you sho..uld be focu...sing on other things.

His words dissolved into wheezing, his breath catching painfully in his throat.

Ronal: Quit that idiot talk. Right now, you are my focus.

Y/n chuckled lightly—then spiraled into another coughing fit. Ronal acted fast, reaching for the water she had set aside, pouring it into a wooden cup.

She gently helped him sit up and brought the cup to his lips. He drank slowly, eyes fluttering shut as his breathing settled.

She studied him closely, her usual tough exterior giving way to a more serious concern.

Ronal: Y/n... no more lies. How long has the poison afflicted you?

Her tone was sharp and authoritative. Y/n smiled faintly, then surprised her.

Y/n: Wha.t poison?

Ronal: You didn't know?

Y/n: Nah, I ju...st thought th-e pain wa.s from being shot in the shoulder.

Ronal: The wound, yes... but there are traces of a plant toxin. Lethal if untreated.

Ronal: Why didn't you get this treated right away? From me, especially if you were this much in pain?

He looked at her with tired eyes, attempting another barely formed smile.

Y/n: You... know, y...ou sound li-ke you care...about me. There's no point... in treating someone... if they're just gonna die.