Well, here's yet another chapter of Suicide is not the Answer.

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Chapter 13

They continued to make out on the floor of the office without acknowledging the presence of three other people watching them. Bolin looked at Asami and attempted to put his arm around her shoulder, but she just scooted over and avoided it. He sighed then Asami turned to him.

"Bolin, look… I know you think you like me, but… You really don't," She said as she turned to face him.

"But you're really pretty and…" He paused and watched Mako and Korra making out. "I want that with someone and you're…" he couldn't think of another reason.

"Bo, you'll find someone you really like… But that someone is just not me," He looked down at the ground and she brought his face to hers by his chin and kissed him. When they pulled away, Bolin looked at her completely confused. "Did you feel anything, Bo?"

"No… I mean besides a tongue ring, I felt no emotional attachment." They both laughed and looked at Mako and Korra still going at it.

"Alright, guys," Asami snapped her fingers at them, "It's time to get on with the therapy session." They both got up off the floor and sat down, Korra on Mako's lap. Doku put away the question cards.

"I believe we should shift to the final exercise… Application of Movement." Doku opened a significantly large closet to the right of his desk. It contained pro-bending equipment. The four teenagers had confused expressions plastered on their faces.

"Um, what does pro-bending have to do with therapy?" Bolin crossed his arms and rubbed his chin.

"Pro-bending does not relate to therapy in any way," Doku pulled out a fire-bending practice dummy, earth coins, 10 cans of small, fuzzy green balls that contained 4 in each can (Yeah, Ha Ha you know what I mean. And if you don't, I meant Tennis balls. Except the ones you use for physical therapy), and a large container of water, "These different types of equipment will test the different ways you release your anger, Korra." He walked to a curtain behind his desk and opened it to reveal a wooden door that probably led outside. He turned the golden knob and pushed it open. There was a fairly open, square-shaped courtyard covered with freshly mowed green grass. Four small trees were planted in the corners. There was an open roof that let all the sun in and revealed its beauty. A large stone circle was at the center of it all. Each block of stone was placed in an even pattern that went horizontal to vertical. The majesty of it all was absolutely breathtaking.

Doku grabbed a few earth coins. "Well, come on, then. Grab some equipment and carry it outside." He motioned for the four awestricken teens to grab something and get moving.

They snapped out of their trance and followed their orders. Bolin simply used his earth-bending to carry the 2 dozen earth coins; Asami carried the 10 cans of balls (Seriously! What the hell else should I call them besides Fuzzy green balls?), Mako picked up the dummy and carried it with one arm and Korra attempted to pick up the heavy bucket of water with her aching, bruised right hand and winced at the pain which caused her to drop the bucket of water that resulted in it spilling all over the floor. She sat down on Doku's desk, grabbed her bandaged fist and screamed in pain. Mako dropped the dummy outside and ran to her when he heard her scream.

"KORRA!" He exclaimed. He saw her sitting at the desk clutching her fist. He saw blood start to seep through the white bandage. "Korra, it's only been a few days and your wounds are still raw. You need to take it easy." He placed his hand on her knee and looked her in the eye.

"Mako, I'm fine," she continued clutching her hand, "It's nothing."

He stared at her in disbelief, seeing her wince in pain. He saw through her lie. He gently took her hand and started to unravel the bloody bandage, revealing a cut she reopened along her bony knuckles by tightly gripping the handle on the water bucket (That actually sounds like a good Punk Rock band name. Bloody Bandage). He showed the damage to her. Then he chuckled.

"What's so funny," Korra asked, slightly laughing herself, "Mako, tell me."

"I feel like a parent telling his kid to be more careful." He gave her a bright smile then threw away the dirty bandage.

"Well, I admit I shouldn't have used my bad hand to do something." She gave him a small smile back and let out a light laugh.

"Hey, Doku," said Mako turning to him, "Do you have any gauze and gauze pads?"

"Yes, I do Mako," he pointed to his desk, "There is a first aid kit in the top right drawer." Doku said as he, Bolin and Asami walked outside to wait for them.

Mako took out the first aid kit then grabbed some Bactine, cotton balls, gauze and a pad. He dabbed a drop of it on a cotton ball. "Alright, Korra. Don't move, this'll only sting a little bit." Korra braced herself as Mako applied the cold liquid to her black and blue, cut up fist. But she couldn't hold back her pain as it stung way more than Mako said it would. So she screamed and yelled.

"AAHH! SPIRITS, OOOWWWW! HOLY SHIT! AHH, BITCH! I CAN'T BELIEVE I TRUSTED YOU, YOU JERK-BENDING FUCK!" Korra exclaimed in agony, as if she were being drowned in the stuff.

Mako threw away the wet cotton ball and took out a new one and began to dry off her knuckles. But she continued to cuss and scream in pain. "KORRA, KORRA, I'M ALMOST DONE- I'M ALMOST- DONE CLEANING—CLEANING IT!" Mako yelled in between Korra's cussing and screams.

"BUT IT FUCKING STINGS, YOU LIAR! JUST HURRY UP AND FUCKING FIX IT!" Korra exclaimed as she pulled his hair and bit her lip in attempt to relieve the pain. Mako wasn't enjoying the experience as much as she wasn't.

"KORRA, STOP PULLING MY HAIR! IT'S ALMOST DONE JUST LET ME FINISH!" Mako screamed. She let go of his hair and grabbed his scarf, holding it tightly as she breathed heavily, eyes shut. Mako looked at her. She just sat there on the desk, not moving, not pulling away when he cleaned her cut. She just looked… Peaceful.

"Alright, then. Let's get you wrapped up." He said as her wiped of the rest of the liquid. He placed the long, thin pad atop he knuckles then wrapped the tape around her hand. "You're all done, Korra." Korra opened her eyes and jumped off of the desk. She let go of his scarf then walked over to the water spill, water-bent all of it back into the bucket and picked it up with her left hand this time.

"Mako?" Korra turned to him.

"Yeah?" He asked as he tucked the first aid kit back into the desk drawer.

"I'm sorry for cursing at you," she walked toward the door and he followed, "I overreacted."

"It's alright, Korra," he got closer behind her then grabbed her shoulders, leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek, "I know you didn't mean any of it."

They walked out to the courtyard. Korra placed the bucket of water next to all of the other equipment. Doku motioned for all of them to follow him to the stone circle in the middle of the yard. He stood in front of the four of them.

"Korra, here you will be tested on how you handle your anger and/or other emotions using pro-bending apparatus and equipment," he gestured to the tools, "Are you ready to begin?" She nodded.

Has it been like 1 or more weeks since I updated this particular story? I have no idea. But I do know that I will keep updating. Maybe I'll get back to you in about a week or so. Maybe more, like 2 or 3 weeks tops. You understand. Summer reading. It's a memoir. I'm not even halfway through it yet and school starts in like fucking September or something. So I'll try to jump between that and writing. So you'll just have to wait. See ya soon :D