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witchesreign2010-08-31 05:09 am
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007 - [Week III, HEC 101, T1600]
[After the instructor explains the project, she lets the class use the remainder of the class time to look through all the seeds and bulbs to choose which plant to focus on. Katara sits at one of the long tables shared amongst several cadets, brows furrowed as she looks from one picture to the other, each representing the plants in their full bloomed state.]
I can't decide which one to choose... they all look so pretty! [She's mostly musing to herself as she stares at the assortment of seed packets she's spread out on the table before her.]
[ooc: Tina and Toph are free to jump in whenever they want!]
I can't decide which one to choose... they all look so pretty! [She's mostly musing to herself as she stares at the assortment of seed packets she's spread out on the table before her.]
[ooc: Tina and Toph are free to jump in whenever they want!]
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Katara's eyes widen and she pulls her hand back when she notices the clamminess overcome him and the paling of his face. And when he abruptly pulls away and rushes out the classroom, Katara stands for several moments before looking up at the Instructor sheepishly, the woman having watched the entire exchange.]
Uhm... I think he's really sick. Can I go help him?
[She barely caught the nod before Katara goes after him, but not without grabbing both their pots and tucking them under her arms-- they were projects that were a major portion of their grade, after all! She's in the corridor and her head turns to the left and the right, trying to catch sight of the injured Firebender.]
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And with every heave his stomach gives, it really isn't helping his collarbone or the ligaments in his neck attached to said collarbone.]
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Yeah, he feels like shit. Utter, bad shit. Clearly it's been a long day.
Zuko tugs open his jacket and tries to will his internal firebending furnace to drop a few notches in temperature, breathing heavily and feeling clammy and sweaty. Although getting sick did help with the pressure in his shoulder and the nausea, the latter completely gone.
He stands off a few feet away from her and says nothing, dragging a hand through his hair to get it off his forehead.]
...
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As he stands looking at her, Katara crosses her arms over her chest, body tensing in defense.]
I was just trying to help, but I can see you're doing just fine on your own. And I brought you your plant.
[And with a huff, she turns on her heel and heads back in the direction of the classroom.]
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Fine! Just leave.
What do I care!
[Zuko picks up the stupid pot with his planted seeds and stomps off in the opposite direction. He's going to spend the remainder of his evening there. Or at least get some medicine and go back to his room to sleep or meditate.]
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See if I bother to help and heal you in the future! Have fun dealing with Dr. Kadowaki and all those weird medicines and tools she uses!
[Katara spins around again-- but she remembers her plant is still on the bench. So she stomps back over to where it resides, mustering all the dignity she has to retrieve the plant. This would have been much more effective if she could have just stomped off completely.]
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Keep it up and he'll really chuck his pot at you.
Zuko whirls around himself and takes a few steps back to where she's standing, shouting back:] Unlike some people, the physician here is at least friendly!
[Turns back around to continue stomping on.]
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I think I've been plenty friendly with you, considering how you're such a pompous jerk! I could have left you in the Training Center after the T-Rexuar tried you eat you, you know!
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The waterwhip is formed before she knows it, and in the split second before it connects to his face, Katara realizes her actions but it's too late. Her eyes are wide with horror as she anticipates the twist of his neck which would no doubt trigger a whole new level of pain.]
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But he deserves it, he really does. And it really makes him wonder why she wasn't born of the Fire Nation. Her explosive tempers really could rival his some days - like today.
Zuko honestly wasn't expecting her to lash out like that, and so fast! The whip connects sharply and smartly against his left cheek, causing his head to snap to the right from the force. There are no words to describe the pain that flares up. It brings an explosion of white to his eyelids as he squeezes his eyes tightly shut. It was as though someone had taken a red-hot fire poker and stabbed it into his collarbone and shoulder, searing his flesh and bones.
He staggers back a step and his grip loosens on the pot in his shock at what had just happened. It shatters upon hitting the ground, broken pottery and dirt and seeds spilling out everywhere. Next his body follows, unconscious before it hits the floor, blood freely running from the gash on his cheek where she'd struck him, leaving a puddle.
You're going to hell for this, Katara.]
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[Katara runs over to him, panic striking her for a brief moment. But finally she clears her head, and the first thing she does is heal the cut on his cheek. Once that's done with, she carefully takes his good arm and drapes it across her shoulder, pulling him upright. At least he isn't conscious to deal with the pain associated with his injury as she heaves him to the infirmary.
The broken potted plant would be dealt with later-- she'll replace it herself. In the meantime, it looks like another trip to the infirmary.]
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Zuko groggily finds himself waking up in the Infirmary. Funny that, how well acquainted he's getting with that wing of Garden. And the doctor? Every time she finds him laying in the bed it only amuses her more and more each week. But she's not there when he wakes up.
It take him a minute to remember the Home EC class, the project they were doing that involved planting flowers or plants that was at least half their mark and more. He remembers Katara helping with the pain then him pretending to still be in pain so she'd linger a little longer. Then the prodding that led to him rushing out of the classroom and getting sick in the moat. The heated exchange of words (which really wasn't all that new between them, always bickering like a married couple), a water whip, the stinging against the side of his face followed then by the unbearable pain bursting in his head and shoulder and neck.
And then darkness.
Zuko groans under his breath and drapes his free arm over his face. A few moments pass and he feels his left cheek and all he feels beneath callused fingers is the uneven, raw skin of the scar his father had given him. At least Katara had had the decency to heal the gash.
His arm lowers and side-glancing to the nightstand, Zuko notices the pot of dirt sitting there. With a bit of slow, hesitant moving around he's finally able to tug free the note sticking out from beneath it. He brings it up to read and narrows his eyes at the neat script that reads a single word;
Sorry.
Zuko knew he had deserved the trouncing he'd received from her. He'd spoken out of line and mostly because of his temper getting loose and because her words and actions had incensed him. In the end his fingers crumple the paper, rejecting the apology clearly, and Zuko tosses his arm, the paper ball soaring to land feet away.]