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Fan fiction by zanhar1 posted over a year ago
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With each step Azula felt her body grow more and more weary. Each and every one of her footfalls more wobbly than the next.

Tang-Shin was leading her down a hall that was just as bleak as every other. She wondered how the man navigated the place—everything looked the same to her; white or yellowing-white, lined with tightly sealed doors, and a floor that looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in millenniums. She chose to ignore the alarming red splotch near one of the doors.

Was that what she had been sleeping on?

She shuddered.

They reached the end of the hall where stood a giant knobless door.

Tang-Shin offered the man guarding the door a strange signal.

Azula found it odd. Who would choose to guard a heavy metal door that didn’t even have a knob. Perhaps it was a push door and didn’t need one. As she pondered that one over, the guard put himself a few good feet away from the door. He proceeded to drag it open.
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Fan fiction by zanhar1 posted over a year ago
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Azula’s nose was still throbbing. Throbbing and likely broken.

And it would seem that Tang-Shin had no intentions of providing any real medical care. So she’d have to sit there and suck it up. She was used to bottling feelings up anyways, how hard could it possibly be to ignore a broken nose? The mental agony was usually thrice as painful anyhow.

She lie on the floor in the corner of the room with really nothing to do but think of the pain. It must have been super early in the morning as they hadn’t come to give her, her ‘medication’ yet…

They hadn’t come to give her, her medication!

That would explain why the pain was much more vivid…her thoughts focused, clear. Azula pushed herself upright scanning the room for anywhere that she may be able to hide that mind numbing concoction. But the room was pretty much useless, there wasn’t even a speckle of furniture aside from the bed Zhu-Ling was too lazy to lay her in.

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Opinion by zanhar1 posted over a year ago
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She woke with a start. The door slammed against the padded wall.

Azula’s head was pounding horrendously. She heaved herself up, the effort staining her abdomen. She was still feeling rather groggy. Super weak and super tired. Between the lack of food and the crushing weight of the straitjacket her stomach was aching. A soft fuzz hummed softly in her ear. The linger of delirium.

Tang-Shin began their morning ritual; stirring a slushy herbal mix. It wasn’t like her old medication, but he said…he insisted that the two remedies did the same thing. He withdrew the spoon from the chunky mooch.

Some of the slurry drizzled off the spoon and back into the bowl with a slosh.

Azula cringed, her nose crinkling. She hated eating that stuff, the mushy, slimy texture as she swallowed it down.

A spoonful a morning but it was still awful. But she wanted the voices to fade. She wanted the paranoia to subside.

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