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Chapter 8
Bolin's P.O.V.

I felt like I was gonna die. I mean, not really though. But I'm sure people will agree with me that vomiting is more painful than being stabbed. And I'm not over exenterating. The stinging burn in your throat and mouth caused by the bile and undigested food is not a fun experience, whatsoever. It's like eating fire straight from the burner of a stove.

I felt like I was gonna puke again, though. So I clutched the gurney beneath be so tight my knuckles lost color. I was sweating a bit and shaking, too.

Asami must've noticed this because she grabbed a bucket and held it in front of me. I gripped the sides of the cold metal and practically shoved my whole head inside it to avoid missing and puking on Asami. But only a few dry heaves came out.

I didn't feel any better. It felt like knives were riding a merry-go-round on full speed in my stomach, and every so often one would fall off and stab my innards. In other words, the pain was unbearable.

My head was still in the bucket when I heard Asami speak. "Bolin," She said gently as I lifted my head out of the bucket to show her my pale-white face, "Are you thirsty?" She asked then grabbed one of my hands that was still holding on to the bucket.

I smiled at her. "Thank you, Asami." As soon as I finished talking I gagged a bit then dry heaved into the bucket, which made her wince a bit since I felt her grip on my hand tighten. "It's alright," I assured her, "It's only dry heaves. I'm not gonna puke on you." As I laughed she did. My laugh has always been contagious.

I heard Asami fidget in her seat but I didn't mind it as I stared at the metal roof of the ambulance. The sirens played in a pattern that strangely kept my attention until I heard the crack of a water bottle.

I looked over to Asami who was bringing the water to my lips. I sat up a bit as not to spill the water all over me, grabbed the bottom of the bottle, and drank slowly; disregarding the fact that the inside of my mouth was like a dessert because I don't wanna throw up because I drank too fast. Heh, sounds like something Korra would do.

When I was done, Asami set the bottle down on the shelf. Though I feel like shit, I'm taking this whole situation lightly. On the outside, though. On the inside, I wanna shove a claw down my throat and take all the disease out. But, for some reason, I take the time to breath and know that it will pass. Guess I get that from Mako, huh?

But, then again, I'm nothing like my brooding, stubborn, hotheaded brother. In fact, we're just about complete opposites.

I'm the guy who likes to make people laugh, make light of a situation, and be the one people look to when they need a laugh no matter how bad the situation may be. I'm a nice guy.

Mako is not a bad guy, though. Before Korra came into our lives he's been boring, dull; he never laughed and rarely smiled.

But Korra, apparently, was the key to his heart. He loves her, and she loves him. Believe me, I heard them in the bedroom last night. It took me thirty minutes to fall back asleep. Then ten more minutes when Korra was moaning and talking in her sleep.

I suddenly felt cold and held my arms with my hands. "Oh, sp- spirits it's c- c- cold." I said as I looked up to Asami who was staring blankly at me. She didn't blink once in the ten seconds I was staring at her. "Damn," I said softly then blew into my hands to warm them, "Remind me to never get into a staring contest with her- Asami," I said quickly after, making her blink then giving expression to her eyes once again, "I'm col- I- I'm cold…" I managed to get out as I shivered.

I watched Asami dig around under the shelf and pulled out a blanket. She draped it over me as I clutched it so tight, once again, my knuckles turned white. It didn't help too much, but the blanket was slowly starting to warm my body.

"Don't worry, Bo," Asami reassured, "we're almost there." She told me gently as I shivered.

I wonder how Mako and Korra are doing right now.


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