Heres my first fic.! Enjoy3

"Passion is a positive obsession. Obsession is a negative passion."-Paul Carvel

He sat straight up, taking short, sharp breaths. He was drenched in a cold hard sweat. The anxiety and panic slowly draining from his insides. Eyes wide, he looked around at his surroundings, he slowly recalled the small white hospital room he was put in this past morning. Once he realized he wasn't in any real danger, the young prince lowered his head back down on the cool stiff pillow. He tried to recall his dream; blue eyes. Tantalizing blue eyes, haunting blue eyes. He drifted off into a light sleep thinking of those eyes he thought he knew.

Those blue eyes plagued him, they were his every thought for the next two days. He grew obsessed, trying so desperately to match a face to go along with them. He's never seen eyes so innocent, and fierce. Or did he image them so? He wanted to know, he needed to know… And why did they looked so sad, and at times fearful.? He got so frustrated at times he would thrash around in his bed, hitting his pillow and throwing things from his bed. Other times he was so engulfed in this thoughts, he wouldn't notice when a nurse would bring him a tray of food, or when the sun has set, or how long ago it set. Dark circles surrounded his eyes, and he drew weary, but never mind him being tierd, he had those eyes to think about. Those blue eyes to fixate on. To wonder and guess upon…

"Prince Zuko?" Someone disrupted his thoughts. He glared at the nurse standing in the door way, adorned in a classic nurse outfit. White dress, white shoes, and a too perfectly placed white hat on top of her pulled back hair. She took a steadying breath.

"I think you need some fresh air." She said coolly. He nodded in response. He was both annoyed and grateful that she disrupted his thoughts. Grateful because it was, in fact, like taking a breath of fresh air, it cleared his head a little. Annoyed because that's all he wanted to think about, day dream about, fantasize about…

She helped him up, he had a limp from the previous battle that placed him in that hospital, and a broken arm. He seemed to have something with his head as it was bandaged. She steadied him as he wobbled from his bed and out to the 'oh-too' clean hallway. There were a few patients sitting by the huge window at the end of the hallway. It let in a warm yellow glow that looked odd against the cold white walls. They slowly walked to the opposite end where there was a common room. With Every step taken, Zuko begin to feel the extent of his wounds, he grabbed his ribs in pain, and the nurse steadied him once again.

He swallowed his pain as he entered the common room, and several pairs of eyes landed on him. With his chin up, and a firm hand gripping his elbow, the nurse led him to old worn out chair. She said quietly,

"Ill get you something for the pain" before leaving. He watched as she walked across the room to a large window connecting to another room. He watched as the similarly dressed woman quickly glanced at him over his nurses shoulder nodded with a smile, and proceeded to hand her a small cup.

He noticed other patients in the room with him, some playing cards, some into the small television set, some by a window, some by themselves. But none with loved ones. He begin to wonder if Iroh would visit him soon, and where they would reunite, if not in this common room.

The nurse interrupted his thoughts again. He scowled as she smiled and handed him the cup, full of water, and two small pills. She stayed to make sure he took them.

I don't need a baby sitter, Zuko thought bitterly as he took the pills, I'm a prince.

He caught a glance at her name tag, Yorokobi. Joy, he noted. He watched as she walked back towards the window and went into the room from a door. A few patents walked towards him, and Zuko avoided their gaze by turning his head and staring out the window.

"Hey" A deep voice said. Zuko turned his head and matched to one of the fellows standing before him. The middle one. He was the leader type, Zuko noted quickly. He stood with confidence, he was tall, tanned, messy hair. "The name's jet, and welcome to our lovely common room" He said with a slight bow, humor in his eyes. He exaggerated the word lovely.

"This is Longshot," he tilted his head to the side, "And here is Chikao, Hiro and Haru, don't get them confused" he noted, " Sokka and Umi"

They all wore welcoming smiles, and Zukos eyes lingered on Sokka, he knew him. He quickly shook his head as he realized he was missing half of Jet's speech.

"And that, is why Hiro and Haru bicker so much." He finished with a gleam of amusement crossing his face, as if remembering something hilarious. He glanced back down at him.

"Now, what do we call you, stranger?"

"Zuko" he said shortly. Jet's face lit up.

"Ah, our prince" He said half surprise, half trying to cover it. He smirked"What are you here for?"

Sorry Its short.!
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