Zuko was collapsed on the ground, covered in a layer of bright red blood. A slot pushed open on the door, and a large bucket of water was pushed in along with a note saying: Sorry about the Firelord. Here's some thing to help out. ~The prison guards
Katara smiled sadly and immediately set to work healing Zuko's many wounds. Pretty soon he was looking much better, Tamarin had been able to pull some rock from beneath the prison, so they had a sort of cot for the wounded Firelord.
Zuko moaned in his sleep, and a worrying blue mist escaped between his lips. The mist was also rather dazzling, being flecked with gold and curling around like a nebula before finally disappearing. Katara noticed that every laborious breath Zuko took was punctuated by another plume of the shimmering turquoise smoke. Katara turned to bend more water to Zuko, but Tamarin stopped her.
"Look, he's waking up!" Katara immediately replaced the water and slid over to Zuko, whose eyelids flickered before finally opening fully. Katara gasped; his eyes looked sort of dulled but for a brilliant white strike cutting through his entire eyes.
It looked like lightning, and if she looked closely, she could see a sort of grayish tinge in the whites of his eyes. In fact, even his usually brilliantly gold irises were dulled and faded, as if the fire within him had gone out.
"Oh, Zuko. I'm so, so sorry." Katara whispered sadly, stroking Zuko's hair. He was pale and she could see sweat beaded on his forehead, so when he spoke, it surprised her.
"Katara?" It was more of a weak rasp than an actual word, but Katara understood it well enough.
"Yes, Zuko?" Zuko's previously dull eyes sparked up, almost blinding as he screamed,"Azula!" And his scar on his face burst into an inferno of flame.
Katara jumped, but managed to bend some water onto his face, dousing the fire and filling the room with sauna-temperature steam, which mixed with the nebula mist from Zuko to create an uncomfortably warm, low-visibility setting that did nothing to help any of them.
Zuko had fallen back into a trance, but his eyes stayed open, never blinking or moving. Katara wondered if they were ever going to get out of this metal hole, if the world was doomed to Azula's reign of terror, or if maybe, just maybe, a rescue on a large, furry bison was imminent.
Authors Notes
Hey, giada2196, here's a thank you for the tips, I'm sorta a noob at writing, so I just do whatever pops into my head. I get where you're coming from, so in the next chapter, I will try to add a lot more of what you recommended. Thanks for the support!