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There was a hand on his back, softly rubbing a soothing pattern against his shoulders. Zuko flinched away from the touch as much as he could while his stomach rebelled. It wasn't enough and the hand stayed where it was. It took a few minutes before he was able to stop dry heaving. When it was clear that nothing else was going to come up, Zuko rolled himself fully back onto the sleeping bag. His head hurt, it hurt a lot. Usually, his head felt fine after sleeping but today his brain felt expanded in his skull, pushing up against the inside and mashing all the squishy bits together. He wanted to get up, wanted to get away from whoever was tucking him back into the warmth of his sleeping bag. He whined low in his throat as the hands nudged his arms into the bag, the sound leaving his throat with a rasp. His eyes weren't focusing on anything, which wasn't out of the norm for his left side, but his right eye was fine. He should be fine. He was fine. (He wasn't fine.) “Are you okay?” A deep voice asked. (Zuko becomes a middle child, everyone is horrified by the new information that comes to light, and Hakoda wonders who he has to kill to make this scarred boy happy.

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