Title: Sick
Summary: How is it like when Zuko's ill?
"Mom is Dad going to be all right?"
"Of course he is," she answered. He better be. "Go to your studies now so when he is able to see you, you can show him what you've learned."
"Yes Mom," he bowed and left.
Azula entered her chamber and looked at the servants and the doctor that surrounded her and her husband's bed. She walked toward her bedridden husband and looked at the doctor, "Well?"
"Majesty," the doctor bowed and told her of the Fire Lord's progress.
"All right then, you may leave." She turned to others in the room, "All of you."
They did as they were told and swiftly left, because they did not want to anger their mistress. The woman turned her head toward the sovereign of their country.
"Don't leave," he said to her.
"You need your rest."
"No. Come here. All I need is you."
She climbed into their bed and stroked his sweaty face with a cloth, and cradled him so that his head rested on her lap, and she had her arms resting on his body. "How are you feeling?"
"I'll be fine," he said.
"I know you will," she smiled. "You better be or I'll just have to kill myself to make your life in the afterlife horrible."
He laughed, "Like I would ever leave you."
She promised herself she wouldn't cry, she was stronger than that.
"I hardly get sick."
"I know. Geez Zuzu why do you have to be such a weakling?"
"Weakling?"
"Yes, weakling. Dumb Dumb."
"You have too many nicknames for me Azula."
She smiled, "Of course. Would you have any other way?"
"I guess not," he told her, kissing the palm of her hand. Zuko would never admit it to her, but he didn't mind getting sick--because when he was, he could always count on Azula being a bit easy on him; and taking care of him.