AN: another drabbles my dears, one less depressing than the one before.

This is a follow up on the Suicide drabble, because 90% of the reactions I received 'demanded' a follow up.

You all wanted to know how it ended and tbh, so did I.

At first I wanted to end it, permanently, for our little Korra but, since it is based off my own experience (and since I'm clearly still here) I changed my mind.

Please enjoy my readers and never be afraid to PM me or leave a review :)

See you all very soon!

*bows and salutes*

Songs that gave the inspiration that I needed while writing:

Avril Lavigne - Wish You Were Here

Nightcore - Angel With a Shotgun

Nightcore - Impossible

Nightcore - Under

Korrasami Drabbles part 9

Time stopped and so did Asami's heart. Her eyes grew wide in horror as she looked at the blood covered surgeon. She felt her stomach turn and she covered her mouth quickly with one of her hands, her eyes scanned her surroundings for a trash can. She saw one a few feet away and rushed to it. She reached it just in time to violently throw up in it.

Bolin started to sob uncontrollably with Opal's arms around him in a weak attempt to comfort him. She was crying as well, her face buried in the crook of his neck.

Mako sniffled as tears streamed from his golden eyes and down over his pale face. His body trembled from emotion and he slowly slid down the wall and onto the floor. He leaned his head on his knees and shamelessly started to cry.

Asami had finally managed to regain control over her stomach, she retched a few more times before she was able to stand up straight again. Tears had made their way over her cheeks. Images of a dead Korra invaded her mind. Her tanned skin would be so much paler. Her bright blue eyes would be white and dull. Gone would be the once happy ball of energy called Korra.

No more corny jokes.

No more pillow fights.

No more Korra made noodles.

No more hugs.

Nothing. The possibilities were gone. She'd never be able to tell Korra how she truly felt and THAT was the worst of all. She could've avoided all of this if she had had the courage to come forth when Korra had needed her the most. But she didn't and now, now it was too late.

The heiress sat down on one of the hospital chairs that was available and let the horrible reality sink in. She's dead.. she's gone… you'll never see her smile again. All because you were so scared of what people might think. Asami's heart clenched in her chest as she let her heartbreaking sobs echo through the waiting area.

Neither of them had noticed that another surgeon, one who wore blue scrubs, had joined them and stood next the other that had brought them the awful news.

"Doctor Wu, there's been a radical change… you need to go back immediately…" the woman had long grey and blue eyes.

Wu narrowed his eyes at first but then they grew wide and rushed off from where he came from.

"W-whut… ish goin on…?" Bolin asked through his sobs. Sniffling every so often.

The woman smiled warmly at the young men and women. "Are you Korra's friends? I'm Kya, one of the surgeons…"

Asami got on her feet and rushed to the older woman. "What… what's going on? Why did Doctor Wu leave so suddenly?"

Kya smiled and took Asami's hands in her own. "She's a fighter after all… right after Wu left… I took her heart in my hands and begged her to come back… I personally gave her heart massage as I kept asking her to return to us. And she did."

Asami's eyes grew wide in disbelief. Her heart beat increased and hope slowly submerged from the darkness inside her.

"She's not out of the woods YET but… her chances increased. We managed to empty her stomach but we don't know how much damage there is done. She was gone for quite a while… and she lost a severe amount of blood. But, there's hope now at least."

Asami nodded. She couldn't speak at this moment in time. Scared that any words would destroy Korra's chances of recovery. Kya gave the teens a warm smile before she disappeared again.

Hours passed. They had forgot all meaning of time in general but eventually Kya came back and informed them about the rest of the surgery and that Korra was now in the recovery room. The deeps cuts on her arms had been closed and repaired. They tried to keep the scarring at bay but the cuts had been deep and there would always be a faint reminder of what had occurred.

There was one person allowed in the room with her, Bolin, Mako and Opal all agreed to it that that person had to be Asami. The heiress tried to argue but neither of them let her. And so she went. Kya, after she had changed her scrubs, brought her to Korra's room. She had her own private room with a view over Republic City. Asami slowly opened the door once Kya had left again and stepped inside hesitantly.

Sadness took hold of her heart at the scene before her. Korra laid on a hospital bed. Both of the Southerner's forearms were wrapped up in bandages. An oxygen masked was placed neatly over her face and all kinds of wires were attached to the damaged woman that went all the way up to a heart monitor. Which was beeping peacefully.

She slowly sat down on the chair that stood next to the bed. She pulled it closer to her friend first before she lowered herself on it. A lily white hand was put on Korra's tanned one and Asami entwined their fingers tenderly.

She brought a hand to the Southerner's face and stroke it ever so gently. Tears freed themselves from her eyes once again now that she saw the result of Korra's desperate deed. She could see how pale the girl had become.

She just sat there as the hours crawled by. Asami listened how Korra's was breathing slow and steady. She had a pale hand cup Korra's cheek when she felt her stir under her touch. "Korra…?" she whispered silently, her gaze hopefully locked on the closed lids of the other woman.

"Mhng…" Korra groaned softly and swallowed hard. Her throat felt like sandpaper. Did she truly hear Asami's voice? "S…am…i?" her voice was so weak and hoarse. She tried to clear her throat but felt an immense pain come from her chest area when she tried. She started to panic and her heart monitor started to beep faster.

"No no no… Korra… sweetie… please listen to me… you're alright… it's alright… please calm down." Asami pleaded and she put a gentle hand on Korra's chest just below her neck. Her voice was warm and soothing. It had the wanted effect on the damaged woman and her heartbeat turned back to normal.

Korra's eyes welled up with tears when her Sapphires locked with Emeralds. "Sa…mi… I… sorry…" realization of what she had done came rushing back and as she closed her eyes, the tears that she had kept at bay escaped and slid down her face. "I… lov… e… you…" she managed to say between her sobs.

Asami couldn't stop her own tears from escaping and she let them go. She leaned over the other woman and held her gently in her arms. Her forehead against Korra's as both women wept out their pain and sadness. Asami managed to lock her green orbs with Korra's blue ones. "I love you too Korra… I'm sorry… I'm so sorry for being a coward. For not… coming to your aid when you needed me… I understand if… if you'd never want to see me again… or get anywhere near me… I'd just…-"

The heiress was cut short by a tanned finger on her ruby lips. Ocean blue looked up at her friend with hope flickering in those amazingly beautiful blue irises. "You… mean it…?" the question was hardly louder than a whisper but Asami heard it nonetheless.

"I do… I love you…" she muttered shyly, it felt so good to say it out loud. To be able to say it to the one she loved so dearly. The one she thought she had lost. But she didn't, she would get a second chance. They both did and Asami would make sure that Korra wouldn't regret her choice to come back.

The engineer kicked off her boots and slowly crawled next to her girlfriend. She held an arm around the damaged woman's shoulder and caressed her face lovingly with her free hand. Korra sighed happily and rested her head against Asami's shoulder. She had no idea what the future would hold from now on. But as long as she had Asami by her side, she knew she could overcome anything that would be tossed their way.