It was the middle of the night. Korra had just woken up from her latest nightmare. Ever since she was poisoned by Zaheer and had those disturbing visions, her nightmares became much worse for her handle. To make matters worse, the effects of the poison and the fight combined caused her to be wheelchair-bound for the time being, along with being covered with several gauzes and stitches from head to toe.
"I need some water." Korra whispered to herself. She then remembered that her wheelchair was on the across from her and the only way she would be able to reach it is if she got up. Usually, she would let out a holler and let somebody help her, but as of tonight. She didn't want to ask for help anymore. She wanted to be able to do things on her own, despite being in a wheelchair.
A few moments later, Korra got up, beginning to wobble. With all of the bandages on her head, arms, and everywhere else, it made her lose her balance not to mention she was beginning to get light-headed. Nonetheless, she still tried to reach for the wheelchair. She carefully wobbled towards it and held on to the back of it for support, However, the wheelchair didn't support her for long. Once Korra loosened a little bit of her grip, the wheelchair zoomed from underneath Korra's grasp, causing the poor girl to fall onto the floor. As she fell, she got awful visions of what happened during the fight with Zaheer.
Flash, Flash*Zaheer*Flash*Suffocation*Flash*Poison*
The visions scared her. As she laid on the floor, Korra envisioned seeing Zaheer walk towards her, the same way she thought that Aang was running towards her after Amon knocked her. She wanted to scream, to fight, to run. But all she could do was cry. She felt weak. She felt powerless. And worse of all, she felt useless. Korra sobbed loudly as she covered her face with her right bandaged hand, hoping that no one would see her when they found her. If they find her.
The next morning, Mako walked through the halls wearing his police uniform ready for another day of work. But first, he wanted to stop by Korra's room to see if she was okay. This was the first night where Korra didn't ask for help with anything. Once he got to Korra's door, he gave a gentle knock.
"Hello? Korra, are you okay?" he asked softly. He opened the door slowly to find a devastating sight. Korra, on the ground, wheelchair several feet away. Several thoughts ran through Mako's mind. What happened to her? Was she here all night? Didn't I hear her? Her screams and cries? WHY DIDN'T I HEAR HER?! HELP HER?! In an instant, Mako ran towards Korra and picked her up in his arms.
"Korra. Please be alright. Please be." Mako begged quietly. He felt for a pulse. Luckily, there was. He walked towards Korra's bed and gently placed the disabled Avatar inside of it. He then pulled the covers up towards her torso, which caused her to wake up. She stared at the firebender for a full 60 seconds before bursting into tears.
"I-I just wanted to get some water and I f-f-fell. I was on the f-floor all n-night. N-no one could h-hear m-me." Korra sobbed loudly. Mako wrapped his arms around Korra's waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"It's okay. Everything's okay now. You're with me now, nothing will hurt you now." he whispered into her ear. Korra gave a tiny smile as she gripped Mako's uniform, thankful Mako was here and giving her the clarity she needed after that terrifying night.
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy?
If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?