"Don't you think you should go talk to her?"

Bolin was sitting across from Korra, staring at her with this look of pity that made her sick.

"She doesn't wanna talk to me! She made that very clear when she told me to get out!" yelled Korra.

"Well, what about…"

"There's nothing I can do! I fucked up Bo." Korra sighed.

"Well you were acting like a dick." Bolin let slip, before covering his mouth with his hands, as if that would have kept the words in.

Korra glared at Bolin. "Thanks man. Real fucking nice." She got up and grabbed her jacket from the hook by the door. Luckily, she was already in sweats and old t-shirt. Perfect for where she was going.

"Look, I'm sorry! But I'm just telling it like it is! Asami has always been so great to you and for you, and then when you had your accident…"

"I got shot Bolin! You don't know what that feels like! You don't know what it feels like to need help with every little goddamned thing!"

"I'm not saying that I understand it! I'm just saying, what I do understand is that you treated Asami like shit, even though she was takin' really good care of… hey where are you going?"

"To the gym." Korra gruffly replied before opening the front door.

"Hey, uhm, should you be doing any kind of heavy lifting like…"

Korra slammed the door shut, not bothering to hear the rest of what Bolin was saying. She knew she was being a jerk, but she couldn't help it. She was tired of being pitied and treated as if she were the most fragile thing on the planet. She was injured in the line of duty now almost five months ago causing her to take significant time off work while she healed.

Four months ago

It was late at night, when she decided to take a quick break in patrolling the streets to pick up a little snack. She stopped at a convenience store hoping to pick up a package of white powdered donuts and a coffee. When she walked in, she noticed a customer at the front counter and the clerk standing silently behind the register. She thought it was odd that there were no words being exchanged, but figured the customer was just unsure of his purchase; the clerk waiting patiently for his decision. She found her pack of donuts and poured herself a cup of coffee before walking to the counter. When she arrived she realized they were still not exchanging any words. She looked at the clerk behind the counter, making eye contact with him for about half a second before he refocused on the man in front of her. It was in that half second that she sensed the terror in the clerk's eyes. She put the package of donuts and coffee on the shelf next to her and unclasped the button on her gun holster.

"Excuse me sir…"she began, reaching out to place her hand on the man's shoulder.

As her hand made contact, the man turned around and pointed a loaded revolver at her face.

"Step back! Step back!" yelled the man, clearly panicking.

"Woah, woah. Okay calm down sir." said Korra. She put both of her hands up, and moved back a couple paces, letting the man know she wasn't going to hurt him. "Look, why don't you just put the gun down and leave, that way nobody gets hurt."

The man's grip on the gun tightened. "Shut up! I know you'll just hunt me down. You know what I look like. Both of you." he said, swinging the gun to point it back at the clerk.

"Hey! Look, he's not the one trained to recall details, that would be, the cop. If anyone's gonna remember what you look like, it'll be me."

"Shut up and let me think!" the perpetrator screamed, pointing his gun back at Korra.

'He obviously doesn't want to hurt anyone, or he would have shot us already…. if I could just calm him down long enough to…'

The sound of sirens interrupted Korra from her planning. The assaulter looked outside as five cop cars pulled up in front of the convenience store.

'Shit, the clerk must of hit the silent alarm while the guy was distracted.'

The suspect must have thought the same thing because he pointed the gun back at the clerk. "That was a mistake, asshole!"

"NO!" shouted Korra as she made a break for the robber. She heard two shots fire just before she reached him, tackling him to the ground. As soon as she made her move, multiple cops ran into the store, weapons all pointed at the suspect.

Korra tried to get up to check on the clerk. She heard those two shots go off and thought the man had gotten hit.

"Korra! Korra don't move, we'll get you out of here."

She recognized her best friends voice, and then face as it came into her vision.

"Wha? Bo?" Korra could feel herself getting lightheaded. "Bo, is the clerk okay? I think he got shot."

She tried to stand up again, but this time yelped in agony as a shooting pain hit her right leg and arm.

"He's fine Korra, you were the one who was shot. I need you to lay down for me okay? The paramedics are coming to get you. Just breathe Korra, and stay awake. Keep talking to me."

Korra nodded, but Bolin's' face quickly slipped from her vision as she passed out.

Present day

Korra grunted in the cool morning weather. The cold air made her still healing arm and leg ache more than usual. The doctor said this would be normal until they were one hundred percent healed, however told her she could return to whatever her normal routine was before the accident. Although Korra didn't think he was aware of her usual weightlifting routine.

Korra continued on to the gym. She hadn't been since she got hurt and her lack of mobility lately really put a strain on her mentally.

'Stupid Bolin. What does he know? And Asami….Asami.'

Korra stopped in her tracks at the thought of her girlfriend. Tears forming in her eyes.

'She probably doesn't even wanna be with me anymore. God, why do I have to be so fucking stupid!'

Korra put her fingers on her temples and squeezed lightly. She got a headache every time she recalled what happened between herself and Asami a few days ago.

3 days ago

Korra was sitting on the couch watching TV when Asami came in from work.

"Hey sweetie how was your day?" Asami asked exasperated, obviously coming home from a bad day at work.

"I've just been having the time of my life, sitting here, not doing anything all day." replied Korra sarcastically.

She heard Asami sigh before walking to kitchen. "Well did you at least do some of the exercises that the doctor told you to do since you got your casts off?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I'm too tired!" snapped Korra.

She immediately winced after snapping. She had been snapping at Asami more and more often lately, especially since she'd gotten the casts off.

While she was casted on her leg and arm, she had to be pushed around all day on a wheelchair. Asami had to take significant time off of work to care for Korra. While Asami assured Korra repeatedly that it was no problem and she wanted to be there for her, she couldn't help like she was nothing but a burden.

Finally, four months after the shooting, the doctor finally permitted for the casts to be taken off. Korra was thrilled. She would finally be able to take care of herself again. Unfortunately, she was not expecting to have lost so much strength and mobility in her injured limbs. The doctor assured her that with some light exercises, she would be back to new in no time. Any kind of optimism that Korra may have had was quickly diminished.

It had been three weeks since she'd gotten her cast off and she's barely done any of the exercises that the doctor had recommended to her. She did nothing all day but watch TV and feel sorry for herself. Asami would come home everyday and ask how her day was and if she'd done her exercises. Korra knew that Asami was worried about her but couldn't help but snap at every little thing Asami did to help. It made Korra feel like a child. She could see her attitude was really eating at Asami, but she never said anything about it. Asami knew how Korra was feeling, and was very understanding. Korra knew that Asami didn't deserve the way she was treating her, but she couldn't stop herself. Every time she snapped she wanted to apologize, yet she remained silent every time.

"I know I've already offered this, but maybe you could let me help you with your exercises. I can tell some of your strength is coming back, and I know you want to be back to your big strong self when you go back to work in a few weeks." Asami gave a weak smile.

Korra knew Asami was trying to make her feel better, but she simply grunted in response, not diverting her attention from the TV. Through her peripheral vision, she saw Asami stare at her dejectedly before returning to the kitchen.

It was quiet for a moment before Asami's voice rang from the kitchen.

"I'm making steaks for dinner today, Korra. Hope you're hungry!" Asami announced, as cheerfully as possible.

"Sounds good." Korra stated.

The only sounds that could be heard from that point on was the constant droning from the television set and the clanging of pots and pans in the kitchen. After a while, dinner was ready and Asami was calling Korra to the table.

Korra sat down and eyed her steak and the steak knife set beside her table. This was the first time since the removal of her cast that she's eaten anything she needed to cut. While she had her cast on, Asami would have to cut up everything for her. As she began to cut into the piece of meat she sighed, remembering once again just how much of a burden she was.

Asami took the sigh as Korra having difficulty with cutting the steak. "Sweetie, do you need me to cut that for you?"

Korra opened her mouth before she could stop herself.

"I CAN FUCKING DO IT MYSELF!"

Korra quickly closed her mouth, and widened her eyes. She knew immediately she had made a mistake. Sure, she was snapping at Asami a lot more lately, but she had never outright yelled at her, and she's especially never cursed at her.

Asami steeled her gaze at Korra, no emotion present in her face. "I think you need to leave."

"A-Asami…." Korra began.

Asami didn't let her finish. She stood up from the table, picking up her and Korra's plate and headed to the kitchen. It was silent for a long while before Korra finally decided not to put up a fight, figuring that Asami was better off without her. She headed to front door and grabbed her jacket.

"I'm going to Bolin's."

Present day

Korra was lost in her thoughts, but somehow her legs took her exactly where she wanted to go.

The big "Republic City Gym" sign was looming over her like some kind of bad omen. She knew she shouldn't be doing this kind of lifting so soon after her cast was taken off, but she need something to take her mind off of everything that happened between her and Asami. She walked in with a look of determination on her face.

About fifteen minutes into her workout, the look of determination was replaced with a look of pain. Her whole body was already sore from lack of exercise and her still healing arm and leg were throbbing from the stress Korra was putting them through. Korra's mood was declining after each set she performed. She finally decided to give up and began to walk out the gym, when she spotted the bench press. She knew this one would be dangerous to do in her condition, but her stubborn self refused to listen to reason and she headed to bench anyway. She set up a weight that she figured she'd be able to do, even with her aching arm, and then sat down on the bench.

She took a deep breath and lay back down on the bench. She came face to face with Asami.

"Need a spotter?"

She popped back up from the bench, this time, succeeding in hitting her head on the bar.

"A-Asami!" Korra exclaimed, wincing as she held her hand to where she hit her head on the bar. "What…What are you doing here?"

"Bolin told me you were coming here. Why would you over exert your body like this Korra? You're going to hurt yourself." Asami replied with almost no emotion.

"I know, I'm just so stupid! And… and hard-headed…and stupid!" Korra looked at Asami with tears in her eyes. "Asami, I'm so sorry. For everything. You've been nothing but caring and patient towards me, and I treated you like shit. I was just feeling sorry for myself, I felt like a burden to you. I couldn't do anything for myself, and you put your life on hold for me. I felt like nothing but a hassle."

Asami's face softened. "Korra if you were feeling like that, why didn't you ever say anything?"

"Because I'm stupid! And I'm a jerk…" Korra trailed off looking down.

She felt Asami step from around the bench and move closer to her.

"Korra, you're not stupid. A jerk, maybe, but definitely not stupid."

Korra looked up with hope in her eyes.

"It hurt a lot, the way you were treating me, Korra."

"I know. I'm so sorry. I just… I miss you so much, and I'm so sorry for everything. You didn't deserve that."

"It's not okay what you did, but… but I want to talk." Asami answered, giving Korra a small smile.

Korra's tears started falling freely down her face.

Asami grabbed one of Korra's hands and pulled her in for a hug. Korra knew she still had a lot to apologize for, but in that moment, she also knew that everything was going to be okay.