BoKira (Bolin+Akira)
Safe and Sound

The girl has not awoken yet, and the boy knows it. Ever since they rescued Akira from the Equalist underground hideout, Bolin hasn't left her bedside. He's been there to coax her away from the nightmares that cause her to scream, calls and cries to her dead parents, shrieks of invisible things torturing her that he can do nothing about. And still, she hasn't awoken. Mako and practically the whole Air Temple Island had offered to take shifts so Bolin could rest, but he had politely declined. He had sworn to never leave her side again.
Her bruised hand lies outstretched from beneath the blanket, the result of another nightmare, and Bolin takes it gingerly. He never knew how delicate her strong hands were. Hands that looked after him and his brother, played the role of waterbender of the Fire Ferrets, served soup at Narook's Seaweed Noodlery, and so much more. Akira, despite everything, was so strong, like Avatar Korra, though different. Bolin has seen what a fool he was, now seeing that the sleeping girl before him is the one and not Avatar Korra.
"Mmmm...ahhh." Akira shrinks away from his touch, shrinking into a tiny ball in the center of her bed. She trembles worse than before, acting as if like she's in the South Pole without protection. It looks like Akira's freezing, goosebumps prickling her exposed skin, but Bolin wonders if it's fear. He touches her forehead with the back of his hand, feeling the heat and sweat of an oncoming fever. Bolin's never seen her so bad, shaking and shivering and beginning to call out.
"It's okay, Akira." Bolin tries to stay calm for her, glancing around for extra blankets but finding none with his green eyes. He could probably grab some from a spare room, but there's no way he's leaving her to fight alone. "You'll be okay, I promise."
Her tannish skin begins to pale among the goosebumps, and her scared face hotter. Bolin tries to remember all the times he and Mako got sick with fever, how Akira had taken care of them.
"Um, laying together can bring the body temperature down. That's what Mr. Narook's wife says. Oh! And to drink lots of water. Here, Bolin, put this on Mako."
"Bro, how does that feel?"
"...Better."
After that, they had ended up falling asleep on either side of the sick Mako. In the morning, he had felt well enough to walk around, though he was stubborn since getting the fever.

Laying together can bring it down. Bolin recalls, standing up for the first time since Akira's return. His body felt really tired as well. Being extremely cautious, he settles down by the edge, placing a protective arm over her tense side. A part of Akira relaxes at his touch, a small conscious piece of her mind remembering this arm.

"I've got you." Bolin breaths, feeling all of his fatigue catching up to him. "You're safe and sound with me."
When Akira awakes, she doesn't know where she is for a moment. Her heart races in fear, trying to think back to where she had been, but this place didn't match. Blue eyes spy her room at Air Temple Island, and she suddenly becomes aware of the arm across her. Akira follows it to the boy lying next to her. Bolin. A sleeping Bolin. Her forehead is still burning with fever, but she feels better than she had. Akira doesn't even recall a nightmare since the arm holding her. She snuggles closer, her dizzy mind focused on the cool body.
"Thank you." Her voice is dry, and she drifts off back into the realm of unconsciousness. But it's a relief for the faking boy, and he moves in closer.