Title: Headache
Word Count: 232
Summary: [Mako might think it amusing at another time, but right now Korra looks like she's ready to kneel over; she needs rest. | Mako. Korra.]
Rating: K
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prompt· headache
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Mako unlocks the door to his apartment and stumbles in with Korra around his arm. He helps her over to the couch and she lays down immediately, her hand pressed against her forehead.
"I'll get you something for your head." He says, heading to the kitchen. Korra rubs her temples, pressing her face into the couch's worn fabric. Mako returns with a bubbling drink in his hand.
"This will help you feel better." He says.
"Thanks." She replies, taking the beverage. She has a few sips from it, resting the glass right in front of her chin. Mako sits down on the seat nearby, but Korra doesn't seem to notice. Mako might think it amusing at another time, but right now Korra looks like she's ready to keel over; she needs rest. Mako tentatively reaches over to take the drink from her hand, puts his hands on her shoulders and pushed her easily down on the couch. She lies back without resistance and closes her eyes, giving out a large sigh as she does. A few minutes go by and suddenly she feels something heavy on her and she opens them to find Mako placing a blanket over her.
"This will help too." He says.
She gives a small smile, just a slight raise to her lips and through the fogginess brought on by the headache, drifts into a blissful sleep.
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Flailing because this sucks. Oh well, I found a small part of this in my drabbles I'd written months ago. Time I finished it up.