{RL WITH ITSUKI AND PENELO} forward-dated to Sunday

[bentflame]

Azula was furious, as anyone who had spoken to her could tell. When she was angry, that tended to encompass everything else-- at least outwardly.

It was no different from acting under the influence of a virus. There was one thing that the doctor who injected her had said that she could agree with-- that she hadn't done anything of her own volition, and that anyone who thought otherwise was an idiot.

The moment she was released from the hospital, Azula took up her feather and worldhopped herself to Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, landing herself directly in the ICU so as to bypass any guards or "well-meaning" doctors who wanted to keep visitors out. She didn't know exactly where Dr. Cuddy's room was, so she began to wander up and down the halls, peeking through the window of each door she passed.

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NO PROBLEM XD

[peoplesprincess.livejournal.com]

"Why should I tell you? Is it any of your business? No." Grabbing the knob, she at once pushed open the door and shoved Itsuki out of the way-- not too hard, but hard enough that he could lose his balance if he wasn't prepared.

[philoxidizes]

He caught the doorframe and swung around to grab her shoulder. Muttering, so that the nurses wouldn't hear it, he said, "I was under the impression it was your fault she was here. That makes it my business, don't you think?"

[peoplesprincess.livejournal.com]

"Then you were obviously listening to the wrong people," Azula whispered furiously. "I was injected with something that made me do some other woman's bidding; I had no choice in the matter. An audio post of her attacking me was apparently posted to the community-- you're free to check that out if you want to, but I'm staying here."

With a final jerk, she released herself from Itsuki's grip and strode into the room.

[philoxidizes]

He followed her in, closing the door behind them and sitting down on a chair, crossing his arms with a smile. "I hope you don't mind company," he said mildly, in a tone that made it clear she didn't have much of a choice.

[peoplesprincess.livejournal.com]

She sat down in a chair on the other side of the bed, crossing her arms and closing her eyes in an attempt to communicate exactly how little she cared about what he did. "Suit yourself," she said mildly-- but with a dangerous edge to her tone. "Just don't come near me again."