How can Zuko be able to deal with it? Before, she lost all control, but now the case is very much different. This was worse than he expected. Will she be able to get her life back? Or will they just wait until she fades from her last breath?

"Now's not the time to quit. What has gotten into you?! You even cut those dextrose off and you kept crushing your pills!"

All she ever replied was a smug grin which cracked her pale lips. Silence was the only thing present, alongside the beeping sound from her heart monitor and her loud breaths. She never gave him a glance, given that he was sitting just right next to her on the bed.

Of course, she was dying very, very soon. The disease was spread and has gotten deep into her bones. She wasn't able to walk anymore, her breath has gotten shorter, her eyes were sullen and her hairline was barely even there. She looked like a skeleton, only with a skin placed atop.

She smiled, "I'm sleeping."

Her brother sighed with his mouth open and bit his lip in disbelief. As she covered herself underneath the sheets, he stood up and clung his fingers to his hair so tight. He was uncertain of what to do or even what to say. Then tears start to flow out from his eyes, and so was hers. He grabbed her sheets away and threw it to the other side of the room.

"What are you doing?!" she was sobbing and finally, she gave him a glare. Her eyes were so lifeless, it was no longer amber.

"Drink your medicine, now."

"No. Thank you. Now hand me those sheets, let me sleep, then leave me alone."

"Drink them."

She wiped her eyes and sighed hopelessly as she grabbed the pills lying on the desk then swallowed it. "Are you happy now?" She drank the glass of water next to it before she lay on her side opposite to her brother and ignored the rest of what happened.

"Yeah..."

She was still sobbing slightly, she was freezing even if it was in the middle of a heat wave plaguing the capital, probably because of the sickness destroying her body slowly in every second..

He walked to the door and grabbed the sheets, placed it over her body and caressed her head. "Good night..."

He didn't want to leave her, so he spent the rest of the night on that couch facing her bed.

And thus that's how their night was ended.

It was 3AM in the morning, and she just didn't felt right, so she tried to get up without waking her brother. She quietly got on her wheel chair and went over to the bathroom just inside the hospital facility they're in.

She was vomiting all over the sink, later she started to cough up so loud to wake him up. It was painful in her chest and the ribs, but she couldn't control it. She stopped vomiting for a while when she haw him stood there beside the door. She held it back and wiped off her mouth.

"I'm fine..." she went away with her wheelchair, leaving him behind, but then she started to gag up again and he knew she was about to vomit again.

"No, you're not." So he ran back to her and took her back to the sink. She let it all out while he took a glass of water and some medicine.

"Let's stop this. Just let me go. Leave me here to rot. What's all of this for? You knew I won't be able to survive. Why waste your time? Let's end this, brother. I want to die. Kill me!"

She was staring at the sink, trying to catch her breath.

"It's not yet over. Azula! Snap out of it! If you think your life wasn't good enough, you have to live and start over! Drink this..."

He handed her the medicine and held the glass of water for her to drink. He saw the her hands were shaking, probably with the way she felt. He knew she feared death. And day by day, her life was withering like a leaf that fell from a tree. Fragile and hopeless, stripped away from life.

After what happened, she couldn't sleep. His words were stuck in her head. She kept thinking why life seemed so always unfair, at least for her.

Her parents were no good. Her mother had left and their father was a monster. She had no friends, she had them once but they eventually betrayed her. Everyone hated her. At least her brother got through everything and had it his way in the end but it was not the same for her. She was never happy in her life, not even once... She broke down and was insane at fourteen, she was sent off to a mental institution before they found out that she had this cancer a year after when they found her in that valley weeks later when she ran away. Then it's been over 9 months again, she's still spinning into a downward spiral. And by that moment everyone knew, including her, that her life was soon over.

Sure she deserved it with the way she treated everyone, but she knew that everything that happened to her was not solely her fault. She could hear the wall clock ticking, she let that sound seep in, reminding her that the time is near. She'll never be able to fix everything.

With that, she called it a night, she stared at him once more before she closed her eyes to sleep.

Hey everyone, thanks for reading. I just wanted to put a different story here. One that I've always imagined ever since. Will the sickness be able to change her? If so, is everything too late for her? Leave a review or suggestion, thanks!