I'm going to put this little warning at the beginning of all of my fanfics… I have such a dark soul it is almost black. I mean honestly, so most of my stories are going to be very angsty, probably not death because I enjoy lots of torture like things for example lover almost dies or is kidnapped and found later on and lives… Actually that sounds pretty close to all of them… So happy endings! Alright I'll stop now. If you like it then you better put a like of it! Thanks everyone!
Sorry this one is pretty short…
Her breathing was shallow, forced; she was trying desperately to not die. For weeks she had been locked in the metal box. For weeks she had been bending water from the almost dry air. Soon her breathing became halted and her breast rose less and less often.
A noise sounded from above and then footsteps could be heard on the stairs. A female voice called out, "Korra? Korra are you here?" A small sigh emanated from the box. The footsteps ran closer and suddenly the whole box shook as Asami pulled the box open. There was a gasp, and Asami sank to her knees, pulling Korra's dying form toward her.
A bottle of water was placed on Korra's lips and tilted slightly until a small trickle made its way into her parched mouth. At first Korra began to choke before swallowing mouthfuls of the sweet refreshing water. Slowly Asami pulled the bottle back and Korra relaxed back into her arms, breathing a little stronger.
Korra's blue eyes fluttered open and she looked up confusedly at Asami before smiling gently, "Hey..." She sighed before falling back into oblivion. Tears welled in Asami's eyes as she carefully picked the unconscious Avatar off the floor of the huge metal box. She carried Korra up the stairs and outside to the awaiting airship before placing her gently on a waiting cot. Asami pilled the blankets back on the bed and pulled off Korra's boots and soiled clothing, dressing her in a simple set of white pants and shirt before pulling the blankets over her. "I'll stay right here Korra, don't worry." Asami took one of Korra's hands in hers, intertwining their fingers before resting both their hands on the bed.