Doctor John

"Have a seat Azula." I point to a chair next to the one i'm sitting in. She just turns her head away from me. "Alright, stand if you like." I pick up a pad and pen and pretend to write something. "Are you thristy?" I ask with out looking at her. She mumbles something. "Here." I hand her a can of soda I had on the table. (Sprite) "What is this?!" She asks tearsely.

"A new drink called sodapop." "It's like a sweet fruty drink." I explain. She glares at me. "You probably poisoned it.." She whispers angerly. I grab it back from her and drink some myself. "See it's safe!" "Would I drink poison?" She looks at the can and takes a sip. "Upp!" She blurts. "This is good!" Her tough exterior melts for a second and she smiles at me. "Enjoy it please, you see Azula I'm not going to hurt you...I want to help you.

She sits down on the chair holding the can like it was a preacious stone. Not meeting my eyes she whispers to me. "Why are you being so nice..." "I dont diserve this..." She starts to sniffle slightly. "Azula I..." I reach over to try to comfort her. "DONT TOUCH ME!" She screams and runs into a corner. "I-I don't understand..." She quivers.

"Azula, your safe here...you will never be hurt again while you stay here." I whisper with a reashuring tone as I slowly walk to her. "I dont believe you..." She puts the can down gently and charges me. She grabs me by the throat and growls meanecingly. "I should just kill you now and leave." She looks angry but I notice her grip is almost gentle more like a carress. I only reach up and touch her cheek. "Azula, I'm not your enemy...I want to be your freind..if you'll let me."

"Why are you doeing this to me!!" She whines in fear as tears flow freely. "WHY DONT YOU HATE ME!!?" She collapese to her knees. "Why would I hate you?" I kneel down to her "Is it what you did as regent?" She nods. "Thats all in the past now." "Infact, I love you Azula." I whisper to her as I look into her eyes. "...what?..." She looks at me eyes as big as dinnerplates.

"You heard me, I love you." I say as I gently whipe away a tear from her eye. "...No ones ever said that to me before...not even my parents.." She whispers. "Do you mean that?!" She pleads with me as she brabs my pants. "Sure I do." I tell her with a smile. she garbs at me with desperation wheeping into my shoulder holding me so tight it seems like she thinks that If she let me go I would dissapear.