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{ACCIDENTAL VOICE POST}

[Directly after this conversation, the communicator book drops to the floor with a heavy thud]

I don't--

[She's speaking aloud to the dark, empty room, not realizing that the thing is still recording]

He sent a-- he--

[Azula's breathing quickens; becomes much more shaky and agitated-- it doesn't really sound like she's crying, but she's definitely upset about something]

[Her next word comes out as an almost inaudible growl] ... No.

OOC: She proooooobably won't be responding to this ICly, but if your character really wants to bug her they can do so through a commentlog. :P

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You do realize you're crying. [Reaching up to grab some tissues for her, and offer a hand up.]

Tell me what's going on.

[Azula ignores both]

I'm not--

[She presses the heel of her palm to her face, hard; embarrassed at being seen in such a state]

... Don't touch me.

[Rolling her eyes and helping Azula up anyway.]

Why is he looking for me?

[Azula's still pulling away]

Leave me alone!

[She sounds half angry, half upset]

You do realize that I can sedate you. Besides, it's just an after effect of the medication - isn't it?

[A hint in her tone to suggest that she's actually trying to make Azula feel better.]

[She turns away and leans her head against the wall, letting out another shaky breath]

I don't know what you're talking about.

Your eyes are dry, that's why you're tearing up. It's a perfectly biological response to it.

[Cuddy grabs her flashlight and shines it in Azula's eyes]

You should stop tearing in a moment.

Don't patronize me.

[She knocks the flashlight away]

I'm not tearing up.

[A total lie]

I'm being your doctor. Get back in bed, if I didn't cancel the code blue- you would have an entire staff in here.

[Sighing, same old, same old.]

You dropped your book.

[Azula's ignoring her; just sitting there facing the wall]

[Sighing, working on her chart.]

At least extend your hand so I can put a new IV in.

[She doesn't do anything for a few moments, then she stands up and climbs back into the bed, facing away from Cuddy. She's still looking and feeling pretty miserable-- teary, shaky breathing, headache, etc.-- and she's so embarassed about it]

[Cuddy gives her a sterner stare before she tries the hug one more time. This time it's tighter, and there's a mild sedative in it for Azula to finally sleep.]

[She pulls away, but not as hard as she would have if she were completely healthy]

He's sent an assassin after me. He wishes for my death.

[She's careful to keep her voice emotionless, though really, she isn't sure why she's saying these things-- it's almost like a compulsion the way it comes out]

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[She's completely taken aback by the revelation that Ozai is trying to kill her. Almost motherly, she pulls her back in and pets her hair slightly.]

I won't let him hurt you. I promise.

Don't patronize me.

[But she's not pulling away anymore-- partly because of the sedative, and partly because of her vulnerable physical and emotional states]

I'm not patronizing you. For once, it is okay for someone to want to help you.

[Letting go of her and leading her back to the bed.]

Your medication is going to put you to sleep. Don't worry about Ozai, I'll be admitting him under a sedative and your assassin will be taken care of.

I don't need help.

You don't have a choice in the matter.

I--

[She's just muttering now, not really saying anything consequential]

For now, sleep. You'll feel better when you wake up.

[Nearly half asleep already, she's leaning on Cuddy for support as she gets into the bed]

[Helping her in bed, first sitting her down before she lies Azula down before putting her feet on the bed.]

[She's just... allowing this; it's not as if she's in a position to object, anyway]

[Cuddy calls a few nurses to help her with the IVs and the other instruments that are hooking Azula up.]

Sleep tight.

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