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Inside, Blue Without

I froze as my name drifted off her tongue.

How did she know my name?

The Avatar smiled at my reaction and hopped off my desk, walking around it and snooping through documents. It angered me. She should be in cuffs, she shouldn't be snooping. She should be...

That's it.

My eyes darted to the little medical area I had set up. The syringe...it could knock her out.

"I bet Bolin and Mako are here too, huh Sato?" Ignoring her comment about the brothers, I carefully walked over to the syringe. My fingers wrapped around the length of it, and I pushed the end to get it prepped.

The Avatar was busy rambling about the brothers, so I had the chance to sneak up behind her and inject her. She smelled of blood and smoke, two things very familiar to me.

A scream erupted from her throat for only a second before she dropped to the floor in a heap. I dropped the syringe on the floor, the rest of the blue liquid spilling onto the floor. Grabbing her biceps, I flinched when my thumb brushed over the burn mark.

Never in my life had I been this close to a Bender; much less the Avatar.

I carried her to a cot, throwing her on top. I had to treat her wounds I know she was ignoring.

So I fetched a blank medical form from the other end of the room and hurried back to the cot. Pen in hand, my fingers trembled as I filled the patient identification box in a slanted cursive-Esque scrawl.

Patient Identification: Korra (AKA: The Avatar)

Attending Physician: Doctor Asami Sato

I sketched in the Avatar's - the patient's - list of medications, rolling down my mental medical list. Nervousness overcame me as I realised she was much more violent than the other Benders were. Part of me said she'd wake up, and she'd burn every inch of my body.

Cautiously I leant over to assess the extent of her injuries while maintaining a fairly healthy distance between us.

Healing bruises on face, hematoma left cheekbone?

Bldstains, fur clothing - old/fresh. Slight swllng in the nose; poss broken,, not realigned?

My pen halted as the Bender slightly twitched - a jump in the muscle of her right hand and her eyes fluttered once beneath bruised lids. I didn't move, I didn't breathe, waiting to see if she'd move again. Maybe it was just muscle spasms.

Nothing.

I went back to writing.

Dfclty breathing; whzing. Poss. chest injury?

Getting thrown into walls must hurt, right?

I realised that the Avatar had some of the same injuries as the Human's I treated today. Maybe the guards were too rough...

I moved closer and lifted up her shirt, and saw a huge black and purple bruise on her ribs. That explains the wheezing.

She twitched again, and I immediately jumped back. I saw her eyes open slightly, and I grabbed the dropped syringe and jabbed it into her arm again.

A soft gasp left her body before her eyes closed, and her body slumped.

"Damn," I whispered. "That was close."

"They say talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity."

I had a mini heart attack before my brain recognised the voice.

Osamu.