EVENING
It was not how Ty Lee wanted to spend her evening.
It was really not how Azula wanted to spend her evening.
Ty Lee was curled in a ball with a towel in her arms, a pained look in her eyes and cold rags surrounding her. The rags had become warm and Ty Lee's tetchy girlfriend was not replacing them again. They did not seem to do anything for her fever.
"I am sorry that I have no idea how to take care of sick people," Azula said as Ty Lee stared up at her. "I am being very kind."
"You are, but you're really bad at kindness." Ty Lee coughed. Azula glared daggers. "Really bad at it."
"I am leaving you. Have fun dying of whatever you are infected with," Azula said, waving and starting to leave.
Ty Lee remained silent, because Azula was going to sigh and turn around and try again.
"I'm sorry I ruined our anniversary."
"You gave me the perfect gift. My help and love in your hour of need," Azula replied, sitting down beside Ty Lee. "I am the perfect girlfriend."
"Mostly," Ty Lee said.
Azula kissed her in vengeful hopes of infecting herself.