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Azula's therapy session.
Jun. 3rd, 2013 10:49 pmAzula was sick.
She was aware that she was sick, though how deeply she was in denial about.
Her once lush and shiny black hair was dull and dry. Her healthy smooth skin was pale and thin to her cheek bones betraying how little she ate. Though she did not smell bad, it was clear she didn't wash as often as she should. And as she was wheeled into the office in her jacket her dull eyes sharpened for a moment and darted around the room taking in her surroundings.
Other doctors had failed in their effort to calm her, to help her. In large part because she refused to take the medicines they insisted on. Sometimes she would be forced to choke them down and it was in those moments where she fought and screamed and bit like an animal, did she truly loath herself for what she had become.
It was all there in the notes. Paranoia, delusions, suicidal mutterings balanced out only by homicidal threats. And even if it wasn't in the notes her insomnia was obvious in the bags under her eyes.
Azula, former Princess of the Fire Nation.
A hero to her people.
Now just a sick young teenage girl who couldn't be trusted to let her hands free from the bindings of her straight jacket.
The orderlies that had brought her here stood behind her waiting for the Doctors order. Some doctors told them to leave, others begged them to stay.
She was aware that she was sick, though how deeply she was in denial about.
Her once lush and shiny black hair was dull and dry. Her healthy smooth skin was pale and thin to her cheek bones betraying how little she ate. Though she did not smell bad, it was clear she didn't wash as often as she should. And as she was wheeled into the office in her jacket her dull eyes sharpened for a moment and darted around the room taking in her surroundings.
Other doctors had failed in their effort to calm her, to help her. In large part because she refused to take the medicines they insisted on. Sometimes she would be forced to choke them down and it was in those moments where she fought and screamed and bit like an animal, did she truly loath herself for what she had become.
It was all there in the notes. Paranoia, delusions, suicidal mutterings balanced out only by homicidal threats. And even if it wasn't in the notes her insomnia was obvious in the bags under her eyes.
Azula, former Princess of the Fire Nation.
A hero to her people.
Now just a sick young teenage girl who couldn't be trusted to let her hands free from the bindings of her straight jacket.
The orderlies that had brought her here stood behind her waiting for the Doctors order. Some doctors told them to leave, others begged them to stay.
