Title: This One For Sure
Word Count: 488
Summary: [She can't find the bullets. They are lost in a sea of red. She won't lose him. She won't lose any of them. | Mako. Korra. WWII AU.]
Rating: T (gore)
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prompt from childhoodinfamy (on tumblr) · Makorra WWII AU
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It's hard enough to operate when the fighting is happening in the distance, where she can hear the bombs and gunfire like a whisper in her ear – but the fighting was happening right next to them; and the gunfire bounced in her head like fire-crackers on the 4th of July, the bombs shook the buildings and rattled the carts all over the room, the red-stained instruments scattering from their placement on the tray and she has to have another nurse stand beside her to hold it in place, hand her anything she needs as she tries to stitch up his wound.
But she can't find the bullets; they are lost in a sea of dark red flesh.
"H-how much longer…?" he strains, and this time she has to pay close attention to hear his voice, weak and tired from blood loss and pain. Her hands run red around his gut, searching for fragments of bullets and shrapnel. They had anesthetics but not enough for all the men – his wounds looked the worse, bad enough for him to die; and she chose to operate anyway – she wasn't losing this life. She wasn't losing any of them.
"Just a little more," she says. "You're doing great."
She thinks he cracks a smile then, seeing his lips tug from the corner of her eye.
She finds a piece lodged into the wall of his large intestine and carefully pulls it out, spreading the flesh to uncover more. He winces and groans; sweat running down his face like rain as the small amount of pain medication runs its toll. She has to work fast now that she's found most of the damaged area, before he goes into shock or slips into a coma. She pulls out another piece, and another, putting them onto the tray beside them and they clank and ring as a bomb explodes nearby.
"If we get out of here," he breathes. "I want to take you somewhere; the med who saved my life."
"You're not out of the woods yet, soldier." She says, and another metal bit lands in the tray. "And my name's Korra, not 'med'."
"Korra. Haven't heard that one before," his chest rises and falls, his breathing becoming increasingly labored. "I'm Mako. I'll look you up when I get home. Call you…"
His voice dies down but his eyes stay open. They stare at her; right at her face and a cold breath shutters through her that doesn't feel like her own.
"Mako," she says, and she licks her lips through the mask that lies over her face. "Looks like I'll have to visit you instead."
Korra backs away from the table as a nurse comes and shuts his eyes, wipes the sweat and dirt from his brow. She looks down at the instruments and her hands stained in her hands with the blood of a dead man. And she breathes, in and out, the breath cold and shaking through her teeth. She prepares for the next one.
This one, she thinks. This one for sure.
:Fin:
((whoops that took an unexpected twist)) :| *sweats*
I'll posted another chapter (not related to this) tomorrow! :)
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