concoursec | backdated to yesterday [dec 20]

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backdated to yesterday [dec 20]

Character(s): Katara, Zuko
Location: Katara's dormitory
Rating: PG
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: Unbeknownst to Katara, it's the night of the lunar eclipse-- and her body isn't responding well.

Katara, to put it lightly, was feeling horrible.

She wasn't sure what had happened to make her fall into such a state-- she had been perfectly fine just the day before, showing absolutely no symptoms of sickness. When she woke this morning, though, she couldn't even manage to muster enough energy to get out of bed, her body completely drained of energy. She'd grown up in the cold so the change in setting to the northern continent certainly couldn't have contributed to the change in her physical well-being. But at the moment, she was curled up in her bed with the covers drawn up to her chin, her body shivering with fever-chills and limbs aching from fatigue. But as tired as she was feeling and as much as she closed her eyes to try and rest herself to recover from her illness, sleep wouldn't claim her.

Katara shifted onto her side to try and find a more comfortable position, her hands drawing the blankets up over her head completely in a futile attempt to warm her freezing body.

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She was going through her cycle, wasn't she? That had to be the reason for why she was so snippy with him, especially when yesterday she'd been fine, and the day before that and that.

Zuko watched her struggle for a moment and wordlessly stepped into the room, releasing the door to let it slide shut behind him. He'd decided that he'd stay another few minutes out of concern, maybe see if she needed anything. She was without a roommate, she was alone here in this room. He didn't want to leave her alone if something was wrong.

"I'll leave when I know for sure that you'll be alright on your own." The container of cold milk was set off to the side on a side table.

"I'm fine," Katara mumbled. She watched with a small frown as Zuko moved to set the carton down, and she attempted to stand to her full height once he turned back to face her.

But it was more than obvious that she was lying, her pale skin and glassy eyes just a couple of the many signs of her illness. She was growing clammy now, a mixture of both hot and cold consuming her body; a light sheen of sweat was glistening on her skin despite how cold she felt, and she was trying desperately to suppress the shivers she was experiencing. Her blanket was pulled closer to her body when a sudden chill passed through her body, one she couldn't manage to hold back that caused her teeth to clatter for the briefest of moments.

"You can go now," she muttered before turning to head to her own room, but not two steps later was she swaying, threatening to fall over.

Woah, wait a second- who was the member of royalty here again? And who was the peasant?

About to demand just who did she think she was talking to, the words died on the tip of his tongue as he stared after her and watched her begin to sway. "Oh no you don't--" Zuko had lunged forward, an arm curled to catch her just in case her body did fall over entirely.

"Yeah, you're really fine, Katara," he growled under his breath, helping her stand, turning her around to face him. His hold tightened at how hot the blanket felt wrapped around her, brow knitting. He could almost feel her feverish skin through the thickness of the blanket. "You're burning up..."

She tried to swat his arm away from her, though gave up halfway with a small sigh. His words had her brows drawing together though, her head lifting to look at him with a perplexed expression.

"Burning up? What are you talking about? I'm freezing--" A chill ran through her body then as though her body wanted to show just how cold it felt, her small frame practically shaking in his hold.

He wasn't about to argue with her. Instead he gripped her upper arms through the blanket and concentrated the heat in his body to his palms, as he began to rub his hands up and down her arms to help warm her up.

"How long have you been like this?" His eyes searched her face, noting the light sheen of perspiration on her brow, the flush of fever on her cheeks.

Oh...

Katara certainly hadn't expected the sudden burst of warmth from Zuko's hand to radiate into her arms and through her body. With the way her body had been freezing since the moment she woke up despite the many layers of clothing she wore and the couple of thick blankets she had wrapped herself in, nothing had successfully warmed her up. Zuko's touch, however, had somehow done the trick; she found herself unconsciously leaning into his touch, found herself taking the smallest step closer to be near the furnace of his body so she could try and absorb some of the heat.

"Ever since... ever since I woke up," Katara answered somewhat distractedly, her eyes closing as she concentrated on the warm in her arms.

"What? And you never thought to come and get me or Aang? You're alone in here, Katara--" But Zuko cut himself off, feeling oddly irritated that she hadn't sought them out to help her. Ever since this morning? That meant the entire day practically that she'd been ill in her room.

He continued with rubbing her arms, looking away to look towards her room, not noticing how she'd stepped closer.

"You should be in bed, not up and walking around."

"Why do you think I haven't gone to look for one of you?" Katara asked, irritation quickly seeping into her system once again. "I could barely move from my bed when I woke up-- I couldn't exactly just waltz over to the boys' dormitory with no problems.

"Besides, you're the reason why I'm still up and walking around. Now, if you'll leave, I'll go back into my room and try to sleep whatever this is off."

The muscle in his cheek jumped in his irritation.

"Right. Blame me. Always the easiest thing to do," he muttered, rolling his eyes. He removed his hands from her arms and stepped back. "I'll let myself out, don't worry."

Just as she'd been unconsciously leaning into his touch, his sudden removal of his hands and the step back had Katara suddenly stumbling forward and, unfortunately, directly against him; her hands had released the grip on the blanket as she reached out to steady herself, the heavy material falling to the ground as she hastily tried to right herself.

"Sorry--" She mumbled, her body swaying against when she tried to stand straight; her fingers curled tightly around his upper arms, trying to steady herself.

Again with the quick reflexes; Zuko's hands caught her at the waist, slender in his grasp, her body burning through her clothing beneath his palms. She seemed barely conscious, her body leaning towards him, her fingers digging into his biceps.

"Don't worry about it," he murmured back in return, his voice a quiet rasp of words. He said nothing more and shifted his weight from his right to his left foot, deciding that he was going to cart her back into her room himself, as he leaned down and curled an arm around behind her knees and swept her legs up from under her.

Zuko pulled her up into his arms, one wrapped around her shoulders, and stepped over the blanket, heading for her room, trying not to think about how little she seemed to weigh. As feverish as she felt, he could feel the tremors in her body, the way she shivered against him.

Katara certainly hadn't expected that.

The moment her feet had been swept from the ground, Katara instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck to hold on, the flush on her cheeks deepening once it sank in that Zuko was actually carrying her. The moment was short-lived, though, as the feeling of his warm body was finally lulling her, but not into a state of sleep... it seemed as though the dehydration was setting in, the lack of both food and liquid and the lack of energy in her body causing her head to suddenly fall against his shoulder, her eyes rolling back as she went limp in his arms. Her arms slackened their hold on his neck then, hands falling and dangling down.

Of all the fucking--!

Zuko stopped dead just inside the bedroom the moment he felt her so boneless in his arms. He looked down at her, trying to peer at her. "Hey..." He jostled her somewhat in his arms. "Hey. Katara--"

But of course there was no response. Was her fever that bad?

He moved then to the bed and carefully lowered her down onto her back, leaving her side for a brief moment to retrieve the blanket in the common room. Zuko returned and dropped the blanket down over her, fixing it and tucking it in at the sides, making sure it was pulled up to her chin. He remained sitting on the edge of the bed, head turned towards her, watching her rest.

What was he supposed to do now? The kittens also needed tending to.

Katara stirred awake minutes later, a soft moaning sign signaling her consciousness. For a moment she blinked tiredly and tried to get a bearing of where she was, of what exactly had happened. Turning her head, she was a bit surprised to see that Zuko was still there, sitting on the edge of her bed no less.

"What happened?" The fatigue was obvious in how frail her voice sounded.

The exiled Fire Prince shifted on the edge to face her better, a knit in his brow. "You fainted is my guess." He leaned in towards her, hand lifting and reaching out to rest at her forehead. "You're still burning up. Hang on..."

And he pulled back, ready to rise from the bed and leave her side.

But panic suddenly overtook her as she saw Zuko begin to rise from the bed; she hadn't realized how severe her condition was, and after fainting she didn't particularly want to be alone. So her hand shot out from beneath the covers as quickly as she could, her fingers curling around his wrist to hold him back.

"Where are you going?" She tried to sound casual about it, though there was a note of anxiety in her voice.

Surprised by the sudden grip at his wrist Zuko sat back down, eyes lowered to stare at where her fingers could barely wrap around. "I uh was going to get a cold cloth for your forehead." The words came out slowly, hesitantly, his gaze lifting to meet hers.

"And to run the milk down to my room for the cats. Uh- and to check on the chicobo."

"Oh-- right." Katara relaxed then, the grip on his wrist slackening as she dropped her hand down to the mattress. "Yeah, you should go feed the kittens; I feel horrible that I forgot. I hope they're not too hungry..."

Her hands slipped back under the blanket then, before she drew the covers up over her chin, covering the lower portion of her face until only her eyes could be seen over the edge of the blankets. Her blue eyes peered up at Zuko for several silent moments before she finally mumbled, albeit hesitantly and with mild embarrassment, "You'll come back?"

Once her hand had fallen away from his wrist, Zuko had stood up. He'd turned to look down at her and then went still, blinking rather stupidly at the question. "...Yes, I'll come back," he answered slowly, feeling just as embarrassed for whatever reason. "I'll uh... I'll just take one of your keycards with me. I shouldn't be more than five minutes."

Zuko moved away from the edge of the bed only to stop and turn around again. "Uh. Where's one of your key cards?"

She tilted her head in the direction of her desk, where her keycard was sitting on top of the surface. "On the desk-- you can take mine. Take your time, I'll just... be here."

Katara pulled the covers all the way over her head then, hiding the flush of her cheeks beneath the blankets as she waited for him to leave.

"...Right. Uh, five minutes. I'll be as fast as I can," he promised her, moving towards the table to snag up one of the keys and grab up the container of milk.

Zuko sent one last glance over his shoulder, noticing that she'd hidden herself beneath the blankets and said nothing about it, leaving the room and her. He set off in a brisk walk to his dormitory wing to take care of the kittens before anything else before seeing to the chicobo.

Should he go and find the Avatar? Maybe Katara would want Aang there with her and not him. They were friends, weren't they? Zuko felt that she'd probably feel more comfortable with Aang there at her bedside now with Toph and Sokka gone back home...

Edited 2010-12-23 08:56 (UTC)

The moment that the soft 'swoosh' of the door indicated that Zuko had left the room, Katara immediately pulled the edge of her covers down from her eyes to look past her own door to peer out into the common area, now deserted with Zuko's departure. She wasn't sure why she was feeling so nervous all of a sudden, a slight fluttering in her stomach-- probably just from the illness.

Right?

Regardless, she found herself feeling a bit anxious even with Zuko's promise of his return. She was left laying in her bed, blue eyes hooded with fatigue yet she still couldn't sleep a wink; she simply remained still and waited, her eyes shifting to stare up at the bare ceiling.

As promised, it'd only taken Zuko five minutes. He was a man of his word after all, a man of honor and such. Honor, of course, was a big thing to him and to the Fire Nation, something to be revered.

Zuko returned with two items; a potted plant of vibrant red, and the little chicobo sitting perched on the top of his head, nestled in the thick, shaggy hair. He'd left the milk with the kittens, covered and on the table where they hopefully wouldn't be able to reach it.

The door opened with a soft 'swoosh' and he re-entered her room, pressing the key lock behind him.

"Here..." He set the plant down on her nightstand, lips pressing together, his expression unreadable. Really - plants were a 'girl thing', he had no need for it in his room and figured she'd appreciate it more.

Her head instinctively snapped over to look out the opening of her door and into the common area the moment she heard the door open; she couldn't help her reaction. But what she saw had her momentarily stunned, the potted plant with the red flowers in full bloom a vivid contrast to everything else within the dormitory.

Had he brought her... flowers?

She was completely stunned, her blue eyes wide and round as she stared at the plant once he set it onto her nightstand. After a few more moments of oogling, her gaze shifted to the Firebender, her expression still one of slight shock though there was now a small knit in her brow.

"You brought me flowers?"

"I thought girls liked flowers!" Zuko frowned down at her, his cheeks warming. "They're just sitting in my room, I don't need them." He shrugged a shoulder, jerked his attention elsewhere to the side to escape the way she stared up at him with such round eyes.

"Fine. If you don't want them I'll throw them out." His hands reached down to take up the plant again, leaning forward to the nightstand. Awkwardness had begun to settle in, making him edgy, uncomfortable.

Was she rejecting his friendly gesture?

The chicobo peeped and hopped off the top of his head, fluttering little wings and landing on the bed next to Katara.

Edited 2010-12-23 09:34 (UTC)

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