FEVER
Fever. Blistering, suffocating fever. Cold sweat trickles down my face. So hot. It's like a furnace in my brain. My cheeks are ablaze. Filled with so much heat. It's overbearing. Searing, hotter than fire, it feels. Bubbling, I'm bubbling up. Like a balloon. Welling up with this awful illness. Ready to burst. Needing to breathe. To escape this torment. Wipe my forehead. I look at my hand, and it's trembling. Look at what's happening. Losing control. My eyes. My eyes! how they twitch and blink. Can't stop it. Pushing its way in, it's taking over me. Drift into sleep against my will. It's sinking in. My brain twitches. I jolt awake. I can feel it on the ends of my fingers. Burning up from the inside out. Sweat drips off the tip of my nose and I taste it on my lips. Hot and salty, like poison, sending flames down my throat. I cough, but in vain. Can't expel this demon of a fever. I reach for a glass of water, but it falls from my fingers and shatters. Numb, they're numb. Can't feel anything but that tingle. Just a faint memory of touch is left. I can't feel it, my hand. My lips are numb, oh God! my lips are numb, and my face! I can feel it seeping up my face. First my lips and my cheeks, then my nose and my eyebrows. My forehead twitches, resisting the numbness but it doesn't stand a chance. Now it's gone. My hand disappears. But it's still there. I know it's still there. Then the room around me falls into the darkness. And now my nose, I can't see the end of my nose anymore. It all fades into black. Can't see a thing, but I know they're there. Now my eyes, they start to burn. So hot, burning through my eyelids. They're like hot coals, hungrily setting my face on fire. Burning my bones, I smell smoke. Thick and heavy it settles upon my lungs until they too are burning. Burning so angrily, charring until they are nothing but ash. Hot, vile ash that sinks fast to the bottoms of my feet, my ever-numbing feet. Melting through them onto the ground. Sludge. Hot, molten sludge. The numbness attacks again, brutally, battering my ears and seeping into my head. Like gurgling lava, it rushes through my head. My face is still. I can't see it, nor feel it, but I know. It is emotionless, broken. My eyes, they do not blink or move. The blindness turns them a hard, solid shade of what they used to be. A stale green, destroyed by fever. Lulled into a dangerous sleep by the numbness that now attacks my brain. It invades quickly, plunging deep beneath the surface. Calling to my spirit, calling it home. Pulling my last bit of strength, my last ounce of energy, deep into the abyss of my mind. I am motionless, a hard, cold state of nothing. I feel the end coming near. It breathes on my neck, whispers a last goodbye, softly touches my face, and I can feel its hot touch on my burning skin, scorching me. It marks me, a black burn, but it is the last of my pains. It is the last of my worries. As the numbness floods all corners of my brain, a tear rolls down my cheek, a cold droplet of my worries that I put to rest as I lay here. It runs silently down my sodden cheeks, but dissipates in all my fever. I have no worries as my life ends and my blind eyes flutter shut.
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A/N: Whipped this up one night when I was bored. I looked at it for a while, and realized it could fit Zuko's little fever thing.
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