"Katara, you're going to be late for the...meeting." Zuko's hand comes down to rest upon Katara's shoulder. "Are you okay?"
Katara moans and turns her head, looking at her boyfriend through half lidded eyes. "Yeah. I just need a minute. Or two. Maybe ten."
Frowning in concern, Zuko reaches out and places a hand upon Katara's forehead. "You feel hot, even to me. I think you have a fever."
Katara blinks slowly. Well, that made sense. She does feel ridiculously awful. "I guess-"
"Don't worry," Zuko interrupts. I'll take care of you."
The soup that Zuko makes for her is too salty, plus he insists upon feeding it to her. He accidentally spills a spoonful of broth onto her pillow in the process.
Katara doesn't have the heart to tell him.
n the bath that he pours for her he uses her least favorite fragrance unknowingly, the fragrance that gives her a headache.
Katara doesn't have the heart to tell him.
The tea he gives her is actually meant for upset stomachs and pregnant women; it's not used for reducing fevers.
Katara doesn't have the heart to tell him.
The scrolls that he places on her bedside table for reading are all about the Blue Spirit, not the Painted Lady, who she's actually a fan of.
Katara doesn't have the heart to tell him.
He attempts to tell her a joke or two in order to make her laugh. He keeps messing up the punchline.
Katara doesn't have the heart to tell him.
When she finally does become irritated enough to tell him-in the gentlest way possible-that perhaps he's not particularly good at caring for sick people, her fever has a broken.