The days each passed slowly, as Zuko's fever refused to break. Day in and day out, you wiped the sweat off of his brow, forced some water down his throat and watched as his body got weaker and weaker.

You tried your hardest to keep his blood circulating, but this wasn't helping. You frowned as you  tried everything to make him feel better. Blood to the brain, blood out of the brain, blood to the appendages, blood to the heart, blood to the lungs, blood to where ever you could think of.

It was just another day of you watching Zuko sweat, when suddenly his eyes burst open.

"Water." He croaked out as he reached towards the cup next to him. Unfortunately, he tipped it over on the ground.

"I can help ya!" You scrambled to get up and attempted to bend the water back into the cup. But your waterbending was terrible. You had to make the water into fog, gather the fog into the cup and then force it to become water again. It took quite a few minutes, but finally you got it. "Here!" You handed it enthusiastically to Zuko.

"Uh... thanks." He drank the water and eyed you curiously.

" 'Sup?" you asked him

"I didn't realize you could bend water. How long was I out?"

"A week at least. And yeah. What do ya think I bend in ya blood? The color red?" You giggled as you laid down next to the weakened firebender. As you spoke, you took out a bun and began breaking off pieces of it to feed to him. Zuko graciously accepted the bite-sized bits of bread.

"You're very good at blood bending. Why aren't you good at water bending?"

"Ya cut me deep!" You cried out in anguish as you clutched your heart. "So blunt. I just ain't ever practicing water bendin'. Besides, I just got a different style that ain't fit water too good."

"What do you mean?" Zuko opened his mouth, requesting more bread. As you fed it to him delicately, you continued your explanation.

"The swamp people got a real particular bendin' style. Real stiff, but still receptive. Just like the still water in the swamp. The ice people from the poles, they is real fluid. Like Katara, Aang's pal, she's like a river. Real smooth. But my bendin'? Best described as jerky commands. It's cause I ain't askin' the water ta move for me. I'm telling the blood how ta move, y'know? Just like the heart. So it's real hard for me to understand the flow."

You sighed. It was always embarrassing that you couldn't water bend well. Due always had to make up for your lack of power whenever you went out on the boat.

"Well I like your style." Zuko opened for another bit of bread. "It's very... you."

"Aw, thanks Zuke!" You kissed his forehead and stood up. "I'm glad you're feelin' better. I'll make ya some tea and some plain noodles."

As Zuko sat up, he looked down at his bare chest.

"Hey! Who took off my shirt?!" He yelled.

"I'll be right back!" You evaded the question and ran away. You really were glad that he was feeling better.