Korra walked at a brisk pace, glaring daggers at anyone she passed. Kuvira walked behind her, struggling slightly to keep up. She gave a meek look of apology to anyone who suddenly backed away with fear in their eyes. Korra was practically oozing rage and the guards standing along the platinum corridor gave them a wide berth. Two weeks had passed since Kuvira had left the hospital. After the fight with Jeong Shu, Kuvira collapsed into unconsciousness, her wounds reopening and bleeding profusely. The last thing she remembered were Korra's panicked shouts. She awoke five days later in a hospital bed, her arms strapped down at her sides. She was afraid at first, uncertain where she was, but immediately calmed down when she heard the gentle and familiar snoring to her left. She turned her head to meet Korra's closed eyes and lazily smiled when she saw the trail of drool streaming from the corner of the Avatar's mouth. Korra had kept a constant vigil at Kuvira's bedside, refusing to leave. For the previous five nights Korra had carefully curled up on the bed next to Kuvira, refusing any offers made of her own bed. Kuvira simply lay there in silence, content to watch the younger woman sleep. It didn't take long for Korra to begin stirring. Her sleep had been restless, but thankfully the nightmares hadn't returned. Her dreams had been nothing but images of Kuvira bleeding out at her feet for nearly a week. Her eyes slowly opened and she blinked groggily, before focusing on the metal bender's face. Deep emerald green and bright ocean blue stared into one another for a few moments before Korra suddenly shot out of bed, falling over the edge and landing on her backside.
"You're awake!" Korra shouted with a smile, while Kuvira attempted to suppress her laughter.
"And you're as observant as ever Avatar." She replied, her voice dripping with friendly sarcasm. A dry chuckle escaped her lips before her eyes screwed shut in pain. The quick release of breath suddenly made her all too aware of the burning pain in her ribcage and stomach.
Oh, that's right. I was stabbed. Multiple times. Eh, I've had worse. She thought ruefully before focusing on Korra's concerned face. Korra didn't even attempt to hide her worry, and it filled Kuvira with warmth. If nothing else, she would never doubt the fact that Korra was her friend. She smiled, broadly and with no reservations. "I'm fine Korra, just a bit sore. Are you alright?"
Relief spread over the Avatar's face as she reclaimed her seat next to Kuvira's bed. Over the next few hours Korra caught her up on everything that had happened. Jeong Shu's body had been cremated, carefully overseen by Su. She would be certain he could not return from the dead a second time. The case was opened and closed in under an hour, Kuvira being cleared of any additional charges. Her prison escape was excused as a necessity, and the death of Jeong Shu was clearly in self defense. As the sun began to set, Korra leaned over and gave Kuvira the closest thing to a hug as she could. Her arms were still strapped to her sides, the only way she could be allowed to recuperate in an actual hospital and not a prison medical bay.
"I've gotta go, I have a meeting in half an hour." Korra said, clearly reluctant to leave.
"A meeting? With who? What about?" Kuvira asked with a raised brow. "Raiko." Korra stated. "He and I have been... Negotiating something the last few days. I'm hoping to finish the deal tonight."
"Care to tell me what the negotiations are about?" Kuvira asked, her curiosity growing. Korra seemed reluctant to give her details, something which the Avatar had never done since they became friends.
"Well..." The Avatar began slowly. "It's about you. I don't want to give you specifics until it's over."
"O-Kay..." Kuvira said, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Heh... Well, gotta run! I'll see you tomorrowsleeptightbye!" Korra said in one breath before darting out of the room, clearly unwilling to be subjected to Kuvira's famously relentless interrogations. The metal bender huffed indignantly, looking up at the ceiling as she tried to figure out what Korra was up to.
Not a minute later there was a slight knock on the open door, and she turned to see Asami Sato standing in the hallway. Kuvira's smile was all the invitation the inventor needed to walk into the room and claim Korra's seat by the bed. Asami carefully took one of Kuvira's hands and searched her face briefly for any sign of discomfort. Finding none she returned Kuvira's smile. "How are you feeling?" She asked after a moment.
"At the moment I'm fine, but that's just because I'm not moving. What's the damage?"
"Basically, you had several broken bones, a punctured lung, and a hole your heart. Which reminds me, I owe Korra ten silver pieces."
"Why?"
"Because to my surprise you actually do have a heart." Asami said with a playful wink. Kuvira simply smirked, well used to her friend's insincere jabs. "Oh, and the doctor I spoke with's exact words were 'an ocean of internal bleeding, I have absolutely no explanation for how that woman is alive.'" Kuvira's smirk disappeared as she pondered her friend's words. Once again she by all rights should be dead, yet here she was. Why?
Her thoughts were interrupted when Asami cleared her throat, a serious expression on her face.
"So." She began. "You're in love with Korra." Kuvira's heart skipped a beat as her mind struggled to process what her friend had just said. Her tongue, however, had no time for rational thought. "And so are you." She replied, immediately cursing her impulsiveness. Asami didn't bat an eye. The two sat there for what seemed like an eternity before Kuvira finally spoke.
"So. What now?" She asked.
"I'm not sure. I guess it's up to Korra. She'll decide which of us she wants to be with, or she'll decide she wants neither of us."
Kuvira smirked at that, "she could decide she wants us both?"
Asami snorted, struggling to hold back her laughter. "Don't get me wrong Great Uniter, I very much appreciated the way your old uniform fit you, but I'm not exactly the sharing type." The two women stared at each other for a moment, then two. Asami lost their unspoken contest, unbridled laughter pouring out of her and a moment later Kuvira cracked. The two women simply enjoyed the other's company that night, ignoring the concern of days to come and frequently bursting into fits of laughter at the absurdity of it all.
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(Well that's that, sorry if there are any spelling/grammatical errors, I just copy pasted this from my old account. I'm currently working on a couple different projects, one of which I hope to have finished by the end of the month. But, maybe one day I'll come back and write a sequel for this, we'll see.)