Title: Rekindled Awakening
Pairing: Makorra
Words: 1,027
Song: The entire "Fallen" album by Evanescence
A/N - Prompt: "The thing about Korra dying and getting revived, I need it"

She didn't see it. She wasn't prepared. At first she felt nothing and wondered if it had really happened or if it had missed. But moments later she fell forward, immense pain flooding through her chest and shaking her whole body with a sensation she had never felt before. She tried her best not to cry, trying to hold them in, trying to prove she was stronger.

But she couldn't.

The hot tears fell from her eyes as she looked down at her body.

Red.

Blood.

Blood was seeping from a wound in her chest and all she could do was stare. This wasn't happening. This wasn't the plan. The plan was for them to win, tro defeat the Red Lotus and bring back the Air Nation. Not this. Never this. She was the Avatar! She refused to give up.

Her hands slowly went numb and a could of dizziness rushed over her head, making it hard to focus. She didn't want to die – the idea of it terrified her and she gripped at her shirt frantically trying, but failing, to stop the bleeding.

She looked up, her mouth open and her skin paling. Already her vision was beginning to blur. Her head pounded with a headache but her eyes found their target – amber eyes out in the distance. She did her best to focus on them, to remember them before she didn't remember anything. Words tried to come but a tightness in her throat stopped them as her body weakened. Cold. She felt cold... all over.

The amber found her and the panic in them was clear.

"Korra!" Was the last thing she heard before her eyes rolled up and her body went limp – falling into the forever darkness.

Korra slowly came to, her eyes squeezing shut before peeking open. She was welcomed with a bright white light – the first thing coming to her mind was the Spirit World. But the more her vision returned, the more she realized that that wasn't the case. She was in a room, a small room with a wooden floor and pasty white painted walls. She laid on a futon bed, sheets wrapped around her body and tucked under her armpits, her arms laying over her stomach. She tried to move but gasped and pressed her hands to her chest, feeling the softness of her sleeping shift and the plushness of bandages underneath. Her arms and hands were the same, wrapped in white gauze. She couldn't remember what happened or how she got here. Nothing seemed to make any sense and she closed her eyes again, pressing her palm to her forehead and instantly feeling stitches.

Just then the door opened and a familiar face walked in. His hair was gelled the same and he wore his normal jacket. The only thing different was his gloves were gone, replaced with padded bandages. He had a small bruise on his cheek, but nothing too serious.

He met her eyes and he rushed to her bedside, grabbing her hand and sitting in the side chair, face full of worry. "Korra, spirits... you're awake. How are you feeling?"

Korra swallowed, her throat felt swollen. "What... what happened?"

Mako frowned slightly, his eyebrows pinched together like he was in pain. His eyes started glistening and Korra noticed he was beginning to cry.

"Hey...?" She moved her hand to his face, worried yet confused. "What's wrong?"

He pressed his lips to her knuckles and held them close. "What do you remember? Do you remember anything?"

"I – ," she liked her lips weakly, her chest aching every time she took a breath. "I don't remember much. I remember being in Ba Sing Se and..." she tried to search her memory.

"And?"

"Zaheer. Zaheer was there, the Red Lotus." Mako nodded gently. "We were fighting and I went into the Avatar State and – ," she was cut short by a shot of pain in her chest making her gasp and groan. Tears started in her eyes. She remembered the pain, the crippling agony when the shot had hit her, it was unbearable. Thoughts had flooded her mind and memories had flashed behind her eyes. She remembered thinking that it was the end. It felt like the end.

She pulled the top of her shirt down, revealing the bandages. "I – "

"You died, Korra," Mako said. She looked at him, eyes hollow and tired. "You were struck in the chest by an ice dagger from Ming Hua."

Korra swallowed and her gaze searched his.

"I watched you dir right in front of me. You collapsed before I made it to you," his face was in pain as more tears flowed down his cheeks. It made Korra's stomach hurt, filling her with sadness and guilt. "There was so much blood, a – and you weren't moving," he held her hand like a life line, squeezing so hard Korra almost winced. "I held you and called your name, but you didn't answer. You were limp and it was like watching my parents die all over again."

Korra pressed her hand to his face, wiping away some of the tears. She wanted to help him but didn't know how. "Mako – "

He cut her off. "You left me, Korra. You died and left me. Your heart had stopped beating."

"I know but hey, look at me," She tilted his chin up to her face and took his hand, pressing it over her heart. The steady thump echoed into his fingertips, the reality of everything was making his body shake.

"Do you feel that? It's there and it's alive," Korra said, trying to reassure him. "And so am I."

He didn't say anything just swallowed back more tears and tried to calm his breathing. She laced their fingers and gave his arm a gentle tug. "Come here."

Standing up, he got into the bed with her. She instantly snuggled into his side, her arms wrapping around him as best as they could, his hands running through her hair idly.

As she pressed her face softly into his neck, she closed her eyes and whispered. "I'll never leave you, Mako. Ever."