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Chapter 7
Asami's P.O.V.
I sat at Bolin's bedside in a cold, metal fold-up chair that was alongside the gurney. He seemed to be healthier than Korra, but perhaps it's because he has more build on him than Korra does; maybe a stronger immune system as well. He still wasn't looking too functional, though.
He was breathing heavily and looked like he had to vomit, judging by the green tint that discreetly shaded around the bottom of his pale eyelids. I wouldn't imagine why his body was telling him to get rid of the disease, since he already retched up the contents of his stomach and more. But I grabbed a bucket for him nonetheless, and placed it in front of him.
He gripped the bucket and practically stuck his entire head into it. Nothing but a few dry heaves arose from his throat.
"Bolin," I said gently before he looked up from the cold, metal container to show his pale face. He was light-skinned to begin with, but he was devoid of all color to his Italian-like skin tone. "Are you thirsty?" I asked as I gripped his hand that clutched the bucket, indicating that I'm there for him.
He smiled at me. "Thank you, Asami." He dry heaved again, which made me wince a bit and tighten the grip I had on his, strong, but cold and clammy, hand, "It's alright, it's only dry heaves. I'm not gonna puke on you." When he started to laugh, I just had to play along. What could I say? His laugh was contagious.
I twisted my body in the rather uncomfortable chair and grabbed a water bottle from a set of six sitting on a metal shelf attached to the steel wall of the ambulance, secured with a line of thin chains, behind me. I cracked it open then brought it to his lips. He held the bottom of the bottle as I gently tilted it, letting room temperature water flow into his mouth. He drank slowly as not to throw it up if drank too quickly.
I set the bottle back on the shelf and looked to Bolin, who had a slight expression of ease tug at the corners of his chapped lips. He was taking this whole situation very lightly. He looks sick, and probably feels like shit, but he was so calm and collected like his brother.
Bolin's disposition is quite unlike Mako's, though. Entirely different in fact. Bolin is thoughtful, lovable, constantly happy, makes everyone laugh, and makes light of the worst situation such as this one.
Mako, on the other hand, is brooding, stubborn at times; he concentrates and puts too much effort into a particular subject, and is determined to fix a situation unaided, without any diversions. But he is very caring, kind, and sweet; mostly when Korra's around. It's like she gives him a new personality. No, she brings out his personality. She's cracked the shell that kept him from expressing who he is. I can't imagine how he's reacting under these circumstances right now.
"Asami," Bolin said, pulling me out of my thoughts, "I'm col- I- I'm cold…" He shivered, grasping his biceps and rubbing for warmth. That's when I realized he wasn't wearing a shirt.
Well, no wonder he's cold, she thought as she mentally face-palmed, he's shirtless.
I looked around for a blanket and found one in a small drawer underneath the shelf. I draped it over him as he clutched the fabric until his knuckles turned white.
"Don't worry, Bo," I reassured, "we're almost there." I wonder how Mako and Korra are doing.