A/N: Here is part two. Enjoy it :)

By the way, I don't know why, but it makes more sense for me to write Zuko being left handed. I know we can see him writing with his right hand in the Invasion episode, but, I'll make things differently here. Sorry.

Azula wasn't herself that afternoon.

No one knew exactly where her personality traits had come from, but everyone knew her very well - Azula was plain evil. People at school feared her. She wasn't one to pick a fight, but whoever stood in her way, she made sure he or she would be destroyed.

She hadn't many friends, only two as a matter of fact - Ty Lee and Mai - and the three girls knew each other since they were very little.

Ty Lee was the youngest and the happiest. She was the complete opposite of Azula, and people often wondered how could the two girls be so different and get along so well. Ty Lee was popular, not because of her evil, manipulative ways, but because everyone genuinely liked her. The big parties everyone went to were usually at her house, and she was normally the life of the party, especially when she started dancing.

Mai was the quiet one, but also the one who called Azula out whenever she crossed the limit. It was difficult to form a clear opinion of Mai. She rarely talked or showed any kind of emotion, and some people could think she thought of her as superior. She and Zuko were good friends too. Mai didn't invade people's privacy very much, and Zuko wasn't the kind of guy who liked heart-to-heart type of conversations. A look of sympathy and understanding was all they shared if it was needed.

Despite her two year difference from Zuko, Azula had made his school life hell. Her brother wasn't the popular social type, and often preferred to be alone, listening to music with his headphones. She had done everything evil she could imagine, since tripping him purposely on a hallway to spreading embarrassing childhood pictures of him through social networks. Of course, another of Azula's main target was Katara, a girl in her class, whom Zuko had a crush on. This upsetted him deeply, so he always came to defend Katara, turning his sister's attention to him again.

At home, Azula wasn't very different, but she normally spent her time at parties or clubs, returning in the middle of the night, and even though Ursa was against it, there was nothing she could do, as she too was at work most of the nights.

But as strained as her relationship with Zuko was, Azula couldn't act like her usual self today, after what had happened. She didn't want to be home, she wanted to ignore everything as much as she could until everything could be forgotten. However, something like this couldn't, wouldn't be forgotten so soon.

Ursa started the car, occasionally glancing at Zuko, who was beside her, to make sure he was alright. She had already arranged to work the night shift at the hospital, so that she could take care of Zuko for the rest of the afternoon.

'Zuko, how did this happen?' She asked softly. The sixteen year old had his good arm holding the other against his chest, under the sling, and his eyes closed - he was exhausted - but opened them slightly, facing the road in front of him, shining with the heavy rain that was pouring.

'I was hit by a car.' He simply said, bracing himself for his mother's reaction. He knew she would explode.

And he was right. 'You were what?!' Ursa yelled. Zuko sighed. 'How did that happen?'

'I don't wanna talk about it.' His voice cracked in the middle of the sentence.

'No, Zuko, I want to know how that happened!' Ursa exclaimed. 'How many times have I told you to be careful and-'

'I said I don't want to talk about it!' His voice sounded irritated, but it was the frustration that made him scream at his mother. Zuko sighed and his voiced turned soft and raspy again. 'Please. I'm tired.'

Ursa made a sympathetic look as she caressed Zuko's shoulder in comfort, without taking her eyes of the road. 'We'll discuss it later then.'

Zuko had fallen asleep in the car and was only half awake when his mother helped him out of the car and into their apartment. He exhaled in relief when he got to his bed, shuffling with his mother's help, and curled on his stomach immediately. Walking was too painful on his broken ribs, and for now, not moving seemed like the best option. Ursa took his sneakers off and stripped him of his dark jeans, leaving him in his boxers. Carefully, she supported his back, helping him sit up (trying to ignore the hiss of pain) and removed Zuko's left arm from the sling, taking his t-shirt off. He held his broken arm agains his chest while Ursa searched for a clean, comfortable t-shirt for him. After having the clean t-shirt on, she lowered him onto the mattress and placed a pillow under the broken arm, covering him with a thick blanket.

Zuko seemed to be asleep once again, but Ursa stayed, stroking his hair and face in comfort, until her phone rang.

'Azula, dinner's ready!' Ursa had prepared three trays with a bowl of rice and a plate of fried chicken each. Azula and Zuko usually ate in the kitchen, so Azula was very confused when she saw the three trays.

'Aren't we eating here?' She asked, her finger pointing vaguely to the food.

'Your brother is in a bit of pain and it's still hard for him to get up.' Ursa explained. 'So we're bringing him dinner to his room and we'll all eat in there.'

'Seriously Mom?' She exclaimed, indignated. 'I mean, can't we just leave his food in his room and eat like normal people? In the kitchen?' She started to mutter, crossing her arms. 'I can't believe I'm missing the party at Ty Lee's for this.'

'Don't be selfish, Azula, and pick up a tray.' Ursa's tone was stern and severe.

She obeyed, rolling her eyes, and she and her mother brought the food into the room. Zuko was lying down, so Ursa places two trays on the floor, before sitting down on the bed.

'Zuko, sweetie, wake up...' She combed his hair out of his eyes and stroked his cheek to wake him up. With a slight groan, he turned his face to her.

'Mmmm... What is it...' He asked, rubbing his eyes with his good hand.

'I brought you dinner.' Ursa smiled. 'It's fried chicken and rice - you'll love it.'

'Okay. Thanks.' Only then he noticed his sister's presence in the room. Azula had pulled one bench to his bedside and was just sitting there, with a tray in her lap, already eating.

'Now, let's get you sitting down.' Ursa hugged his back and lifted Zuko up, so that he was half sitting, carefully placing some pillows behind his back, picked the sling on his bedside table, fitting his broken arm into it again, and put his tray on his lap. Like Azula, she pulled one of the benches to her son's bedside and sat close to him.

Zuko eyed the chicken wings, and then glanced at his broken wrist. That would be a problem, especially being left handed. 'Uh, Mom?' Ursa raised her eyes from the rice. 'I kinda need some help here.'

'Oh right! Sorry sweetie.' Ursa stopped eating and sat closer to her son, starting to separate the meat from the bones in Zuko's plate, giving it back to him when she was finished. Azula rolled her eyes, but her mother noticed.

'Is there anything you'd like to say, Azula?' Ursa had stopped eating and crossed her arms against her chest. Azula faced her, frowning.

'I'm not stupid, Mom.' She started. 'I know you're making this whole... apparatus, on purpose, just to make me get along with Zuko!'

'Apparatus?!' Ursa exclaimed. 'Do you think this is some kind of game, Azula?! I am doing what I've been doing the whole afternoon because your brother is hurt!' She was screaming now, her voice almost cracking. Azula's face turned red and she stood up quickly, almost sending her tray of food to the floor.

'You made me stay here so that you could just shove into my face that Zuko saved me, and I owe him my life, and that we should get along, because we're siblings...' She then turned to Zuko. 'For your information, I can take care of myself just fine, I could deal with the situation perfectly, and I DON'T OWE YOU ANYTHING!'

'Azula!' Ursa yelled, also standing up. Zuko could only look back and forth between his mother and sister.

'Don't expect me back early.' Azula left her food on the bed and stormed out of the room, and then out of the apartment. Ursa sat with her head in her hands.

'Let her cool off.' Zuko tried to comfort his mother. 'Maybe she'll understand later.'

Ursa shook her head. 'She never does, Zuko.' The boy shrugged.

'I'm sorry, Mom.'