MAKORRA: This One9

Worry.

That's all he could do.

Hearing her screams of pain in the other room made him a nervous wreck. He wanted to run in and help ease her pains, but the doctor told him not to because there was no time to prep him. He kept pacing back and forth in front of the double doors her screams were hidden behind, every scream making him worry more and fear for her safety.

He decided to sit down and hide his worried face in his hands. Her screams kept ringing in his ear and showered his heart in pain. He hated to know so was in pain; just knowing that she was hurt or in some kind of pain made him worry for her safety more than anything. The memories of her being hurt and abused during the revolution haunted his mind.

His mind was full of anger at the memories of everyone who hurt her in the past. He could feel his hands heat up as he slid them through his hair. He wanted to burn something, mostly burn the people that angered his mind. But, he knew he couldn't. He was in a hospital and she was in the room in front of him, screaming and cursing in pain.

He angrily groaned in a low tone as he covered his face again and pushed his head back against the wall behind him. He couldn't take hearing her screams anymore. He wanted them to stop. He wanted her pain to stop. He wanted her to be safe. He wanted to be there with her.

The screams then stopped.

His eyes widened through his long fingers as his ears twitched to the noise around them. Silence, that was all that was there. Just pure silence.

He rested his hands on his knees and stared at the double doors in front of him. He stood when he saw one of the doors begin to open. A nurse walked out with a bundle of white cloth. She stretched out her hands and grew a grin on her face.

"It's a girl." The nurse said cheerfully.

He delicately took the bundle in his hands, scared about holding something so small. He stared down at the sleeping being that he would call his daughter. After moving some of the fabric from her tiny face, he realized that this small infant looked just like her. He even saw that she had her stubborn pout as well when the light hit her closed eyes. The infant's eyes fluttered open and he was fascinated with the blue orbs that flashed back at him.

A concerned thought then hit his mind.

"What about Korra? Is she--." The nurse was gone.

He looked up and down the hallway, but there was no sign of the woman. He looked back down at the bundle he was holding and only found an empty, bloody cloth. He jumped back in shock and dropped the white fabric. As he watched it float down to the floor, he noticed there was no floor.

Darkness surrounded him.

Hey! What's going on here?! Where's Korra?!

He kept shouting out for answers as he looked around the darkness. His anger was boiling up inside as his questions were ignored. His curiosity spiked when he saw something in the corner of his eyes. He turned in the direction of the thing that caught his attention and saw something shocking.

It was a hospital bed with a figure laying in it with bloody white sheets covering the body. Below the sheets he could see a hand hanging off the side of the bed. The hand was brown in color and a small gold wedding band was around the ring finger.

His face sunk with terror at he stared at the hand. For one of the few times in his life, tears swelled up in his eyes.

Korra!

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His eyes snapped open in shock.

He realized quickly that the horror wasn't true, it was just a dream. He moved his eyes all over so that he could scan the room from what he could see.

Everything seemed peaceful. The crickets were chirping their song, the moon was up high in the sky, and the room was silent.

He felt a small weight on his shoulder and moved his head over and was met with her dark brown locks tickling his skin. She was fast asleep with her lashes lightly brushing her face with every breath she took. He loved to watch her sleep, she's looked peaceful and like an angel whenever she slept to him. He remembers on some of his restless nights, he would just watch her sleep and then, somehow, fall asleep himself.

He rolled onto his side, making her slide off his shoulder to his arm, making it her new pillow for the night. He wrapped his other arm around her and pulled her in close to his chest.

After a few minutes of listening to the cricket's lullaby, he buried his face into her wavy hair.

"I love you." He whispered in her hair before kissing the top of her head.

He soon fell back asleep, still holding her tight in his arms.

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