Title: The Aftermath
Word Count: 455
Summary: [Korra lies in a coma after an Equalist attack. Weeks go by without any change in her condition, they start to lose hope. Korra keeps fighting. The world outside turns to snow. - Makorra]
AN: A quick Korra drabble I wrote a while back. Finally got around to editing it so it could be posted.
:The Aftermath:
:6/14/2012:
-.-
She feels heavy.
She ducks as the Chiblocker hits her again and again, blocking her chi, making her limbs heavy and limp and useless. She strikes out, trying to gain some kind of ground between the two of them.
One jab. Then another.
Her vision is blurred; her mind dulled and hazed over. She doesn't even notice the pool of water rushing by behind her. The Chiblocker does.
"Korra!"
She feels the rush of air as she falls. Hears the ringing of screams as the water hits her face. Then nothing.
Just blackness.
-.-
Korra lies on the bed, her chest rising and falling in rhythm. She looks calm and peaceful. She could be sleeping, or resting, even.
He knows she isn't.
The faint beeping of the hospital monitor tells him that much, the way everyone goes by the room and stares at the door with saddened faces – knowing full-well who is inside. He gets up from his seat in the corner to wipe the beads of sweat off her brow. The faint glow of the street lights pouring through the window and he stand there, looking at the fading ghosts of bruises and cuts that are just starting vanish. An ache crawls in his head, a pounding of blood beating in his ears and his hand finds it way against the scratchy white sheets of the hospital bed. He holds onto it, gripping the fabric like it were a lifeline. He stays like this until a nurse comes in to tell him visiting hours are over.
From the edge of the doorway he takes one last look at her. Then leaves. His quick footsteps echoing across the halls.
She's still fighting.
Its winter in the city, snow is on the ground and there's a chill in the air when he walks outside. Bolin is standing in the entrance, arms crossed, back leaning on the brick and the wood. Pabu is on his shoulder, sniffing the air. Bolin looks at his brother, his eyes and thoughts wondering.
"How is she doing?" he asks.
"Better." Mako says quickly even if he knows it isn't true. The doctors say it should pass, that she should be out of the coma soon. But that was weeks ago, and Mako's found that lying is much easier than saying she's not getting any better.
She's going to get better. He thinks because those hopeful words are going to be the only thing that will bring him back here; to see if they are true or not.
It's a lie.
Mako sighs and walks away from the hospital and Korra's hot stuffy room. He walks out and braves the cold; Bolin follows behind him.
"We'll come back tomorrow." He says.
"Yeah."
:Fin: