Title: The Uncertain
Word Count:
642
Summary:
[In the aftermath of Amon's attack on arena, Korra and Mako both have things to think about.]

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be-the-peaf · Prompt 003 – Heal

"Tending to Injuries"

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-The Uncertain-
-7/6/12-

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"I thought you went home." Mako says, leaning on the edge of the doorframe, arms tucked under themselves. She sits on the bench and looks out to the arena; smoke rises from the center ring and bellows out along the top before escaping through the cracked holes in the glass. She's still in her probending uniform; he'd changed out of his hours ago.

"I needed to change." She says and he pushes from the door.

"You didn't." he says as he takes a seat next to her.

"I was getting to it." She says, untying her armguards and places them next to her. Something catches his eye.

"What's that?" he asks, pointing toward her wrist. Korra looks at him, confused, and rolls up her sleeve a ways where a purplish bruise has formed on her wrist.

"Here," He says quickly, reaching for her hand. She winces as he takes her wrist in his hand and pulls away.

"I'm fine; I just landed on it wrong."

"Let me see." He grabs her hand, touching it gently, turning it over and over in his hands.

"Looks like its sprained, hold on." He says, getting up and heading to the lockers.

"I said I'm fine, I can heal it when I get back to the island." She says as he approaches holding a long white cloth. He sits down next to her and takes her arm.

"It's just to keep it from swelling any more. Now hold still." He says, wrapping the cloth tight around her wrist.

"That hurts."

"Then stop moving and let me finish."

"I don't need you to babysit me like you do Bolin." She says, with a hint of annoyance in her voice and Mako wonders if she'll do anything to try to stop him but she stays still and lets him wrap the wound.

"There." He says, tightening the wrap into a small knot. She pulls her hand from him and holds it in front of her, examining the cloth around her wrist.

"What are you really doing here, Korra?" he asks and she half-turns to him, brow furrowing, lips pressed together, eyes locked somewhere far away from him and the room that they sit in. Her hand touches the cloth around her arm and tightens around it.

"Just-" she stops and the words hang in her throat. She turns back toward the ring, and her face is blank. "I just needed to think."

Mako leans back in the bench and looks out to the arena with her. Silence crawls between them. In the great distance above, he thinks he might be able to see glass fall from the ceiling.

"They're probably going to shut this place down, you know." She says, her voice comes in quick and quiet, cutting through the silence and he lets out a heavy sigh, leaning his arms onto his knees.

"I know."

"You and Bolin will be back on the street."

"I know." He says again, the hint of anger rising in his voice. He can't imagine what he and Bolin will have to do when they come around later tonight or tomorrow, announcing that the arena will be closed. He brings his hand up and runs it through his hair.

"I'm sorry." She says softly, turning away from him. He looks at her; the downcast, sagged look of her back and the curled tenseness of her fingers wrapping around her arms. Mako lowers his head down to the ground, staring at the gray floor.

"It's not your fault."

"But it is." She says, "If I hadn't come here, to Republic City, then this never would have happened."

"You don't know that, Korra."

She is silent, and he holds his hand to his head, staring at the ground. Both of them lost in their thoughts, both thinking the same thing;

What will happen now?

-Fin-

Not sure I liked this one, it was pretty rushed. But it'll have to do.