[ Gokudera may be mad at himself, but Zuko's far madder at his own self. He's trying to keep his own calm, but he can feel his breath quickening and his heart pounding in his chest. He can't help but think back to the moment he held Iroh in his arms after Azula electrocuted him, feeling that familiar fear, that literal shock, that he felt that day in the Earth Kingdom. But this time, it was entirely his fault, he feels. Zuko feels so stupid and brazen. He'd been gung-ho. Too eager to be impressed with his friend beyond good reason. Too eager to help his friend, so much it hurt him. When Gokudera opens his eyes to look at him and says his name, he feels relief, but not much. He unconsciously brushes the hair from Gokudera's eyes, his own still reading all the guilt and worry he's overwhelmed with. ]
Gokudera, can you stand...? Do you— Should we get a healer?!
[ His eyes scan the training grounds quickly, but return to his friend soon enough, casing the scene. Surely there's a medic around somewhere. ]
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Gokudera, can you stand...? Do you— Should we get a healer?!
[ His eyes scan the training grounds quickly, but return to his friend soon enough, casing the scene. Surely there's a medic around somewhere. ]