notes “i hit you with my car and was the only one to visit you in the hospital” au, from this post.
If there’s a patron god of irony, they must be laughing their ass off at this very moment.
The stranger–first name Zuko, according to the chart she’d snuck a peek at–goggles out from under his sloppy bangs.
“Say that again.”
Katara rocks back and forth in the guest chair, then forcibly stills herself when she remembers the splintered look of the snot-green plastic. She bunches her fists against her sternum, bearing down like she can hold in the urge to yell.
“I…am a medical student.”
The guy–Zuko–transfers his stare to his shiny new leg cast. “Okay. What’s the punch line?”