AN: Sorry it took so long to update, I was out of town and did not have access to FF. To all of my readers who read, reviewed, and favorited "My Story", thank you so much for your support. I am thinking of adding a Part 2, but it may be a while as the plot bunnies are still scheming.
Jinora's ankle was definitely broken. Korra had done all she could to mend it, but had advised Jinora to stay off of it as much as possible for a couple of weeks. Jinora didn't mind much; it gave her an excuse to spend her days in the library.
Bolin was on the island as much as possible with his work schedule. If it was still light enough out when Bolin came to the island he and Jinora would sit under their favorite tree and Jinora would read to Bolin.
He and Jinora went on their afternoon walks as much as possible (Bolin doing all the walking while carrying Jinora, insisting that she needs to stay off her ankle).
"Bolin, you don't need to carry me I have a crutch," said Jinora rolling her eyes. Every time Bolin was on the island since she had been injured, Bolin carried her every time they went anywhere.
"No way, Korra said you needed to take it easy on that ankle," he replied. Bolin felt like he was explaining this for the hundredth time.
"Please Jin, I just want to make sure you're okay."
He gave her tht look. The pleading look that he gives when he really wants something and darn it she can't resist The Look.
'And I really like holding her,' thought Bolin. 'Woah, woah, woah! Where did that come from?'
'It's called your conscience,' said a voice in his head that sounded oddly like his sister-in-law Korra.
'I thought your conscience was only supposed to pipe up when you're doing something wrong?' Bolin threw back.
'Yes, but your conscience also pipes in when you're being stupid.' Okay, now Bolin was envisioning "Conscience Korra" saying this with a smug look on her face.
"What exactly am I being stupid about?' asked Bolin, completely dumbfounded.
"My Spirits you're thick! Think about this: How did you feel when Jinora got hurt?' asked Conscience Korra.
'Worried,' replied Bolin.
'Annnnd?'
'Scared.'
'And why were you scared?'
'I was afraid she was seriously injured,' thought Bolin, sure this was a goodenough reason.
'Okay, then why are you carrying her everywhere?' countered Conscience Korra.
'She's hurt!'
'She has a broken ankle that's nearly healed!'
'Nearly healed!' Bolin countered.
'Would you do this for anyone else?'
'Huh?' asked Bolin, utterly confused.
'Would you carry anyone else all over the island?'
'No.' Bolin answered honestly.
'Take a look at Jinora. And start thinking about what makes her so special.'
"Bolin!"
"Huh?" Bolin was pulled abruptly out of his thoughts.
"I asked you which story you'd like to hear today and you've been giving me a blank stare for about five minutes since."
Bolin's cheeks tinged pink.
"So what story do you want to hear?" asked Jinora.
"Oh, why don't you pick today?"
"Okay," said Jinora with a smile. She continued to smile as she opened the book and began to read.
Bolin didn't hear a word of the story that day, he was too busy starring at Jinora's smile.
'She's so beautiful.'
Maybe Conscience Korra had a point.
Now if only he could figure out what it was.