A/N: Had this one in my head for a while now. Highly influenced by the son Run by Snow Patrol, as well as the Season 2 episode of Supernatual "As I Lay Dying". Told from both the perspectives of Mako and Korra. Let the hurt begin.

Mako

It was rare for me to have days off. Even when I wasn't working I can normally be found beside Korra, facing the latest problem Today was different, after what felt like a century of a string of emergencies, we were having a decrease in activity. No one was currently threatening to offset the balance of the world, allowing us all to finally relax a little.

I woke to find my arms empty and the opposite side of the bed cold. Frowning, I roll out of the bed, wondering why I had yet to be woken. I throw on the clothes I wore yesterday, they were still clean. I find Bolin eating at the table, green noodles hanging from between his lips.

"You're having leftovers for breakfast?" I ask with a smirk.

"Breakfast? It's practically lunch time." Bolin says, his mouth still full. I look up at the clock above him, 11:43. I hadn't slept that late in months.

"Where's Korra?" I open the ice box and quickly realize I need to go shopping. No wonder Bolin is eating leftover noodles, we barely have any groceries.

"She left in a hurry to meet up with Asami, said something about a girls day." Bolin slurped.

"She didn't tell me anything about a girls day..." I pout, I was kind of hoping to spend the afternoon together. It would be our first peaceful outing in over a week.

"Guess they didn't exactly plan it." he shrugged.

I slumped into the chair across from him, trying to work up the energy to go shopping. It wasn't exactly how I wanted to spend my day off.

"So," Bolin began, setting his chopsticks down on the table, which proceeded to roll towards me. We need a new table too, this one wobbles. "When are you guys going to make it official?"

"What does that mean?" I quirk my eyebrow.

"Is Korra ever going to officially move in, or is she going to continue to be the house guest who never leaves and eats our food?" Bolin's smile grew, he knew I didn't like talking about this stuff. Sometimes I think he likes to watch me squirm.

"I don't know, Bo." I roll my eyes. Little does he know I had recently been hiding a betrothal necklace in my nightstand for a little over a week now. I had somehow managed to convince Tonraq to help me with making one the last time they came to visit Korra. It looked like absolute crap, but he laughed and told me it added character.

"It's been what... five years now? Mako, don't you think it's time to take the 'next step'?" he air quoted.

"We like where we are." I glare at him. He doesn't look even half convinced. I need to change the subject before he presses the matter further. "I have to go buy groceries if we're going to eat tonight."

"Ooh! Can I come?" Bolin stands from the table as I do. I normally don't bring him food shopping since we always end up with stuff we don't actually need, but I don't want to go alone. I nod and his smile grows again, if that's even possible. "Finally I can get some stuff that I like!"

"Like what?" I laugh as we exit the apartment, having left a quick note for Korra. I hear the jingle of his satomobile keys. "We're driving?"

"I hate carrying all those bags back, like the food is right in front of my face and I can't eat it... This will be easier." he holds up the keys. "Come on, it's not like you're paying for the gas..."

"Fine." I sigh. I normally find myself walking everywhere, it helps clear my head at the end of the day. Though more often than not, Korra manages to drag me places on Naga.

I remember the satomobile getting hit on our way home, I remember Bolin losing control, I remember hearing the crunch of metal. I don't remember how I ended up standing on the sidewalk, staring at the destroyed vehicle, without a single scratch on me.

The passenger side had been practically ripped off, the door was several feet away next to the car that hit us. Fruits and vegetables are rolling around the street, some have been flattened into the pavement. Amongst the freed produce, I see someone laying face down in the middle of the street. Bolin...

"Bolin!" I shout, running towards him. I'm halfway there when I realize it isn't Bolin. Maybe the driver of the other car. I come to a stop beside them and my blood goes cold.

It's me.

I'm standing over my own beaten body, cut up and bleeding, skin scraped off my arms, my leg bent in a sickening angle, and a deep gash traveling across my forehead. I have to be dreaming, it's the only explanation. I must still be asleep in my bed, Korra wrapped in my arms, Bolin sleeping in the next room. Wake up already! Wake up, wake up! I can't be dead, I don't want to be dead! Wake up! I reach down to try and shake myself awake, but my hands pass right through my body.

"I'm dead..." I whisper to myself, looking at my palms. The sound of sirens forces me to turn away, and I watch, kneeling next to myself, as an ambulance shrieks to a stop beside a police van. The group that jumps out looks over me completely as two run towards my tattered form an two run to the satomobile.

I stand as they pull my little brother from the driver's side, he hadn't been thrown from it like I had. His head lolls to the side, but a healer is quick to catch it. I can't hear them, but I see Bolin's chest rise and fall. At least Bolin is alive...

"This kid's got a pulse!" a woman shouts behind me. I turn to see her kneeling over me, a look of complete shock on her face.

"Put a brace on his leg, we need to get him out of here quick..." the other healer mumbles. I notice that our accident had gathered a crowd. People covering their mouths in shock, one woman is crying. Probably more for Bolin, the popular mover star, rather the me.

"I honestly didn't think he'd be alive..." the female healer shakes her head, as they loaded me on a stretcher. I watch her flinch as my bloodied arm hangs off the edge of the stretcher when they lift it up.

"I know him, he's a cop..." the younger male says, grunting as he tried lift the stretcher higher.

I watch helplessly, and silently, as they load me into the back of the ambulance. I take a seat in the back beside the female healer. She doesn't know I'm there, she's too busy trying to heal what she can of the gash on my forehead. The water she's using is already discolored from the blood and dirt.

I'm shaking violently, I hadn't noticed it until now. Everything is happening so quickly, I feel like I haven't caught up yet. My mind is completely blank, void of any kind of emotion. Can ghosts suffer from shock? Am I a ghost? They said I was alive.

I'm alive... How can I be alive? What am I if the body in front me is still, somehow, breathing?

Korra

I wake up to a wave of nausea washing over me. It was the fourth time this week, and I am getting worried I had somehow caught a bug of some kind. I manage to untangle myself from Mako's long arms and sneak off to the bathroom. As I empty the contents of my stomach, I suddenly have an epiphany. So I call the only person who I think can help me, Asami.

She offers to rush over, since I sound so urgent, but I tell her I'll be at her place in less than ten minutes. I tell Bolin, who was casually warming up his noodles from last night on the stove, that I'm spending the day with Asami. I also remind him that today is Mako's day off, and to let him sleep in. He nods as I hurry out the door.

I dismount Naga so quickly I almost fall on my face. Asami's waiting by the front door, sleep still in her green eyes as she ushers me inside.

I tell her what I think is happening to me, and she asks the obvious question.

"Well, how late are you?" she asks, pouring me a cup of tea as I sit at her kitchen table.

"I don't know... I'm not very good at keeping track of it." I admit sheepishly. She gives me a disapproving look.

"Okay..." she sighs. "How about the last time you two... you know..." She blushes.

"Uh... no that won't help us either." Now I'm blushing.

"I know what will work. We're going to see my healer." Asami says, pulling me from the table before I finish my tea.

"Your healer? We can't just drop in, can we? I'm sure it's just a bug!" I drag my feet.

"And if it is, no harm done." Asami says.

I'll admit that she was right. If it was just a bug, they could at least give me a stomach soothing tea for it.

We take off on Naga, casually making our way through the streets of Republic City. I'm honestly in no rush, I'm too nervous. The longer we take to get there the better.

"So..." Asami mumbles behind me, "What have you and Mako been up to lately, it feels like I haven't seen you guys in weeks."

"Nothing really, nothing exciting at least. He's been working a lot, trying to bring down the new leader of the Agni Kais. We got in a fight a couple nights ago, but we're fine now." I shrug, looking down at Naga's fur. I think we're fine now, we both had kind of just dropped the subject and hadn't brought it up again.

"Whoa, what happening over there?" Asami gasped, startling me. I look around, not seeing anything out of place. "Look." she points down a side street. I see a crowd of people, being blockaded by caution tape and police. Far more than happy to take a detour, anything to postpone me hearing what I fear to be true, I turn Naga up the side street. From our place on her back, we can easily see over the dozen or so people standing around.

A dark colored satomobile, torn to shreds on one side, is being loaded onto a tow, another with a crushed hood sits several yards behind it. Asami inhales sharply behind me. My eyes travel to the road, littered with what looks like fruit, and a decently sized dark red mark in the middle of the street. I have been around long enough to know what blood soaked pavement looks like. I wonder quietly if someone died there, since they had long been removed from the scene.

I can't help but feel a little haunted at the sight of the wreck. I've never been one for ogling at accidents. I begin to instruct Naga to turn back around when I see the bumper of the wrecked car reflect the sun. It looks dented. Bolin had accidentally backed into Mako's police-issued motorcycle earlier last week, leaving an almost heart shaped dent in his bumper. Similar, if not identical, to the one I was looking at now.

"Korra, what is it?" Asami asks, her voice suddenly sounding so far away.

"That's Bolin's car." I choke on the words, my mouth dry. She's silent. Before she can try and assure me that I am wrong, I jump off Naga and push my way toward the police tape. I feel the nausea quickly return as I get a better look at the bumper. The red splotch on the pavement looks so much bigger now.

"Hey!" I shout towards the closest cop, ducking under the tape. The older man looks at me through a scowl.

"I think we can handle a car accident without the Avatar..." he growls. I can't identify if my want to smack the scowl off his face is from anger or fear.

"I need to know who got hurt."

"I don't see how that's your business."

"I'll make it my business," I go to grab his collar. It's both anger and fear, I realize. Asami's gloved hand catches my arm before I can snatch the fabric.

"Please, if you could just give us any information..." Asami looks up kindly to the officer.

"I don't know who got hurt. I just got here to supervise the cleanup. They were on their way to Republic City People's Hospital last I heard." the officer shrugged.

"Thank you." Asami nodded, pulling me back towards Naga. "We'll go to the hospital, okay? I'm sure it's nothing to worry about, but we'll just go check in case."

I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. Too many scenarios are running through my head. If it was Bolin's car, who's blood did I see? Was Mako still asleep at the apartment? I abruptly find myself wishing I had gotten back into bed with him, rather than rushing off because of some stupid stomach ache.

"We should check the apartment first..." I say as I climb back up onto Naga. Asami agrees, it's on the way to the hospital anyway.

Bolin's car wasn't parked on the street, but Mako's motorcycle was. With my heart in my throat, I burst into our apartment, calling for him. I open the door to our bedroom, where I find the shades up and the bed neatly made.

"Korra!" Asami calls from the kitchen. I find her holding a note in her hands.

"It's from Mako, he and Bolin went to buy groceries..." she looks at me worriedly.

The fruit scattered around the street...

"Come on!" I grab her and drag her back to Naga. As I push Naga as fast as she can go, all I can see is the blood on the pavement.