This was absolutely excruciatingly painful. She wanted to pull away, but she also desperately wanted to stay. Her chest ached, worse than it ever had before, and she wasn't sure which alternative- if any- would make it better.

She should have realized the night before that it was only a virus. How in the world had she let what she wanted cloud what was? Azula was a realist. It wasn't like her, at all.