Disgraced [Princess Azula]

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ℕ𝕆𝕎 𝕋ℍ𝔸𝕋 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝔾𝕀ℝ𝕃 had finally woken up, it was not silent in Kyan's room. She kept talking to herself; sometimes, she would answer questions she asked as if she were talking to someone else. He wasn't sure if she was hearing voices as he did. Kyan didn't answer the voices, though. No, they spoke enough for him to not say anything.

Kyan rolled on his side, facing away from the crazy girl. Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried to block out her voice. There was something about it, though, that made him listen. Her voice was soft and smooth, very different than the nurses there. He could still hear the pain in her voice, no matter how soft she talked. 

But now, her voice grew and grew. The pain and anger were more present, breaking his heart. He let out a sigh, grabbing his pillow. He shoved it against his ear, not wanting to listen to her. Didn't she know that he was struggling too? She didn't seem to care about him and his problems. She didn't seem like the person to care about anything besides herself. 

"They are going to pay for this," the girl hissed. Her dark amber eyes darted over to where Kyan was laying on his bed. "They are going to pay for what they did to me."

"Who?" Kyan snapped, sitting up in his bed. He tried to lean forward, but his head grew a little dizzy. It usually got like that when he needed to take his medicine. If he spent too much time without taking the medication, weird things happened to his mind. 

"They are," the girl repeated. "The two who turned their backs on me when I needed them most."

"Well, whoever they are aren't here," he said, rolling his eyes. "So stop talking about them."

The girl looked at him sharply, drawing herself up in a regal position. "You cannot talk to me like that."

"Why can't I?"

"You don't know who I am?"

Kyan snorted, rubbing a hand across his face. "I've been in here for years, lady," he said, shrugging. "Of course, I won't know who you are." His gaze shifted to the floor when he whispered, "I barely know myself."

The girl jerked her head up, her dead eyes staring straight out the window. She cocked her head to the side, listening to something that Kyan couldn't hear. Her face grew dark and she snapped, "I'm trying my best, Mother. You never believed in me, so why should you now?"

Kyan turned his gaze toward the window, a frown on his face. This girl was crazier than he thought. She was talking to ghosts that were floating around her mind. If the nurses had given her the right amount of medicine, she wouldn't have been able to see those ghosts anymore, but she was talking to one, so it didn't work. Either that or she faked taking the medicine, which was what Kyan tried to do when he was first here. The nurses soon found out that he wasn't taking his medicine, so they made sure to watch him whenever he was supposed to take his medicine. 

A wave of exhaustion hit Kyan, so he laid his head back down on his bed. The pillow that he had smashed against his face flopped to the side of his bed, falling over the edge. He let out a sigh but didn't bother reaching over to his bed to grab it. Sometimes his mattress was comfier than his pillow, though not by much. 

Kyan still didn't understand why the nurses put this girl in with him. They hardly ever allowed patients to even see each other at all, so why did they allow her to stay with him? Kyan opened his eyes and stared at the girl sitting in front of him. Her head had lolled to the side, but her eyes were still open and alert, staring at the wall. Her gaze was fiery and hot, and Kyan was surprised that she wasn't burning a hole in the wall. He wondered why she was so angry. What had happened to her that made her like that?

Even though this girl annoyed him, Kyan felt bad for her. No one deserved the pain she was going through, no matter what they did. Everyone deserved a second chance, and so did this girl.