"Hey watch it!" I heard the voice call from under the window. I mentally crossed my fingers. Please haven't have seen that the water was bloody. Please, please! Zuko's head popped up from outside the window, someone I wasn't expecting. "What are you doing under my window?" I asked coldly.
"Nothing! I was just looking for my broad swords! You haven't seen them anywhere have you?"
"No," was my curt reply.
"I hope your feeling better," Zuko said trying to make a stab at conversation, "I mean that water you tossed out the window onto my head was kinda, well, bloody it looked like." I froze.
"What did you say?" I whispered lethally.
"Nothing just that the water you tossed on me looked a little bloody." In a matter of seconds I was out of my sleeping bag, done with feigning sick and had Zuko pressed up against a wall. "You tell anyone about the bloody water, and I won't have to wait until you make a slip up to kill you." I hissed.
"I won't tell a soul I swear!" Zuko gasped.
"Good." I released my grip on him and walked back to my sleeping bag. "And if anyone asks, I'm still sick," I told him.
"Ya, sure," he mumbled, "I don't know why you're so worried about bloody water though, everyone gets cut sometimes, its not like blood is something to be ashamed about," he continued mumbling as he made his way out. Good, at least he hasn't found out the reason for the blood. I thought, I'm safe for now.