Word Count:401

Summary: Mai helps Zuko with his wound.

AN: I wrote this so fast it is suck ok, and like super short and loserly, and the end is suck I just wanted to write it.

"Hold still."

"It hurts!"

"I don't care."

Zuko's protests went on for much longer than expected, irritating whimpers and moans, small things Mai couldn't stand for more than a few minutes at a time. he had always been over dramatic, a little whiny, and not to mention, loud when it came to discomfort. When they were young, the firebender had fallen from a tree, and cried for an hour, meanwhile a very unamused Mai stood by and gave a disapproving, although comforting look. But right now, he was only being ridiculous.

Mai wrapped the bandages around his chest, trying desperately to make sure they were tight enough through his obnoxious wriggling. It had been maybe, the third time she tried, and each time they became looser and looser.

"Do you even know what you're doing?!"

"Zuko, I wrap my own bindings around my chest, yours is no different."

He grumbles twitching under the pressure of the next strip of gauze.

By the time she's finished, any small movement would cause all of her work to fall off. She gives Zuko a glare, noting his pout, before giving a soft poke in the chest.

"If it falls off i'm not wrapping it again, you'll have to make do."

Zuko doubles over, clutching his chest, groaning because the wound is still tender. "You're an ass."

"—and you're a big baby."

"Fair enough."

He moans in a pain a moment and Mai laughs, taking out a knife and slitting the fabric so it all falls back to the floor. "Fourth times the charm I guess." She mutters reaching for another roll of bandaging and holding it out so he can press it to his skin.

"Thought I'd have to make do?"

"Just shut up and hold this."

It takes six tries, and by the time she's finished, it's finally finally suitably wrapped, but Zuko's been poked in the chest far too many times.

"What the hell is your problem?!"

"You won't stay still."

"It hurts!"

"I told you, Zuko. I don't care." Zuko falls backward on the bed, and Mai follows suit nuzzling his side. "You're so stubborn." she mutters, although a small smile graces her features and she presses a light kiss to his chest.

"That one…didn't hurt." Zuko laughs before cupping her cheek and coaxing her forward to return the kiss to her lips. "But, if it helps, you're stubborn too."