Ch.3 Temporary fix

I hear something... My thoughts on the past are interrupted.

Shit. My temporary lack of vocabulary is instigated by immense pain as I feel my body being moved.

Something brushes my cheek. I can't bring myself to open my eyes. I feel breathing over me and a hand just below my jawbone. Someone is checking to see if I'm alive.

After a few moments of silence, I hear a woman's voice say "Junior?" Familiar voice, but it has been years since Uncle and I assumed fake identities. I hear footsteps. After a few moments, I hear mumbling and a loud, "Huh?" As I struggle to open my eyes. I look towards the blur closest to me. She isn't much to look at. As I gain more focus, I see something that made me frown. Of all people!

"I know you" I manage to say. Unfortunately I add silently.

"Song…" she says "Do you remember?" I nod. Of course. It's hard for me to forget anything. Maybe that's my problem. The bald healer beside Song with his over-joyed face annoying the heck out of me began speaking.

"Since you're hurt… dispatches…Song could take them while I attend to you at camp."

I'm sure this is you're lucky day. Dispatches? Sure. I don't want to deal with Song right now. I sigh visibly and point out that obviously I keep stuff in my pouch as I have no other place to put them. I practically want to roll my eyes, but refrain from doing so.

Song runs off, a little too quickly if you ask me. Nothing's new I suppose. Just add to the list of the people who hate me.

The Healer with no name and I'll just forget his name if he ever told me calls to a few of his buddies, and they haul me away from my rock.

As I slowly recall the last night's events I can't help, but wonder if my actions make me feel any better about myself. Nothing will make me feel better about myself.

If possible, my frown wears deeper until I arrive at a green makeshift tent. A few healers rush to me like leeches. They examine my body.

I didn't have enough time to react and they practically had me in my undergarments. A mousy woman with cat-like eyes injected some liquid into my arm. Probably sleep inducing. Though I feel considerably numb, I do not sleep. I've been unable to sleep willingly for months. Some may call it insomnia, but I've just been paranoid lately.

You can never trust anyone. This is rule number one for an outcast. The other rules are still being contemplated. I jump when someone begins sewing my flesh. Great. Another scar to deal with. They try to hold me down. This is when my tiredness begins to allow sleep to consume me. I picture the creepy healer's face. Yuck. I think about Song's uneven run. Then I picture my father's face as I delt him the killing blow.

Ouch! They should really make sure their patients are asleep beforethey get all excited and begin surgery!

My father's face couldn't hide his credulity, and his pupils dilated though my flame would consume him in mere seconds.

His last action was a smirk. I can still hear the words he said before I released my rage. "You may think yourself to be a man, but you're weak. But not as weak as your mother. She tried to slip away from my grasp, but she died crying like a baby. Are you going to do the same thing now? Try to win back my favor as you have been trying futilely?"

I lose consciousness in spite of the frantic beating of my heart.

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Author's Note

Wow that was shorter than I expected! Luckily I was able to rewatch "The Cave of Two Lovers" just to make sure I was doing a good job of conveying Song. I definitely like it better the second time. The first time I had to think about the show before I decided that I liked Song.

Also I have my second review from Zukoandme ! Thanks again.

The next chapter will most likely feature some views of both Song and Zuko. Here's where the 'fun' should begin.