Hogwarts
Asami took the stairs two at a time, trying to calm herself down. Korra would be fine. Korra would be absolutely fine, and would probably laugh at her for panicking. She just needed to make sure. Asami hadn’t been able to make it down to the pitch before Korra had been stretchered off, to roars and applause, snitch held aloft in her functional arm. The first bludger had knocked her off her broom just as she’d started to pull up. Korra had caught the damn snitch practically in freefall. By dinner time the story would doubtless have mutated into a hundred foot dive and a veritable barrage of bludgers instead of two. It had been a frankly spectacular win, but right now Asami just wanted to know her girlfriend was ok.
There was a cluster of figures in scarlet robes outside the hospital wing, all trying to peer through the frosted glass windows that had been put in specifically to stop prying eyes from prying. The rest of the team didn’t bother telling her that Kya had thrown them all out already, that it wasn’t worth trying. Asami pushed her way through the double doors, heading for the far bed shielded by curtains. She could see the flash of gold as the snitch fluttered about above it. She paused at the curtain, clearing her throat in lieu of being able to knock. Kya’s head emerged, looking stressed. Her expression softened when she saw Asami.
“Oh, thank Merlin. Come on in.” She held the curtain open and Asami ducked through.
Korra was laid out on the bed, still in her muddy Quidditch robes. The not-bruised side of her face lit up when she saw Asami, trying to sit up. Kya was quick to stop her, careful not to put any pressure on Korra’s injured side. Her right arm was elevated on its own private pile of pillows. The arm looked....Asami struggled for a better word than ‘wonky’ but it was all that was coming to mind. Well, that and “OW!”.
“’Sami!” Korra beamed, despite the aforementioned wonkiness in her limb and one eye being swollen shut. “I was flying!”
Asami turned to Kya, one eyebrow raised. Kya just shrugged.
“I gave her something for the pain.”
Asami took a seat by Korra’s less injured side.
“You feeling ok?”
Korra tried to shrug. It was a mistake. She went white, grabbing for Asami’s hand as she swore under her breath. Asami squeezed back, running her thumb over the back of the familiar worn leather glove.
“Try not to move around,” Kya warned her belatedly, although her tone suggested that it wasn’t the first time. “You’ll be a lot more comfortable once I’m done, I promise.”
Korra tried to move again, just enough to crane her neck to see the damage, but Kya stopped her. Her voice was softer this time.
“Trust me, sweetheart, you don’t want to look. Not til I’ve fixed it up a bit. Hitting the ground at that speed will give you more than a nasty bruise.”
Korra gave Asami the puppy dog eyes. She leant over against her better judgement. Korra had smashed arm and shoulder first into the ground, so it wasn’t a surprise that Kya had opened up the top of Korra’s robe, pulling it away from Korra’s chest to give her better access to...better access to... Asami gagged and sat back quickly, which didn’t reassure Korra in the slightest.
“I did warn you,” Kya said mildly, moving her wand in slow, careful spirals around the spur of bone that was sticking out of Korra’s skin. It began to recede back into its proper place with a slow, nauseating squelch. “That’s two new school records for you, Korra. Longest successful dive, and most broken bones from a Quidditch match. Humpty Dumpty has nothing on you.”
Asami was very determinedly not looking at Korra’s exposed collarbone. She looked back to Korra’s battered face instead.
“That bad, huh?” Korra asked sympathetically, apparently out of it enough to forget she was referring to her own limb.
“Nah,” Asami said reassuringly, brushing a bit of hair off Korra’s face. “Nothing Kya can’t fix, at least.”
Korra winced, and Asami cupped her chin to stop her turning her head.
“That’s the collarbone.” Kya announced, applying a dab of something that smoked to the hole it had made in Korra’s shoulder, instantly meshing the skin back together. “How you doing, sweetheart?”
Korra looked at Asami expectantly. Asami rolled her eyes.
“She means you, you dork.”
“Oh. Uh. I’m ok?”
“I’d check for brain damage, Kya,” Asami grinned. Kya shook her head.
“Ain’t a brain in that thick skull to damage.”
Kya was only too happy to turn a blind eye to Asami climbing into the little hospital bed at lights out, her fingers linking with Korra’s splinted ones.
“Asami?” she mumbled.
“mm?”
“Did we win?”
Asami kissed her cheek.
“Yeah, babe. You won.”
Korra was released the next morning, still a little groggy and achey but otherwise in fine health.
It was halfway through Transfiguration when the little paper bird fluttered onto Asami’s desk. Korra’s handwriting was even worse than usual, but she could just about make out Astronomy Tower, tonight, 9. She scrunched up the note with a grin.
Asami’s enthusiasm petered out somewhere after the fifth staircase. After that it just became a grim slog, with only the promise of Korra waiting for her at the top to keep her climbing the seemingly never ending staircase. When she finally got out onto the roof though she wasn’t disappointed in the slightest. Korra had clearly raided the kitchens, although raided might have been putting it a bit strongly; she got on famously with the elves. There were enough goodies in the basket to feed a small army, or Bolin twice, a thick blanket laid out on the flagstones, and a little fire in a jam jar, the spell for which Asami had discovered in a notebook marked “H.G-W”. Korra had discovered a particular knack for the little fires, to Asami’s relief. She settled on the blanket, Korra draping another one round her shoulders before she sat back down. She pulled a bottle of butterbeer from the basket, magicking the cap off and passing it over. They sat in silence for a while, drinking in the view, the thousands of twinkling stars.
“Is there a reason for all this?” Asami asked. Korra looked offended.
“I can’t do something nice for my girlfriend?”
Asami just gave her a look. Korra shrugged. “Sorry for making you spend all evening in the hospital wing? Again?”
Asami sighed.
“You know I don’t care about that. Yeah, I was a little worried when you nosedived into the ground, but you don’t have to make it up to me every time you get hurt.” Asami paused. “Well, unless you were doing something stupid at the time.”
Korra rested her head against Asami’s shoulder.
“I’ll do my best.”
“Hey, she’s waking up!”
Korra groaned. She could recognise the smell of the room, the feel of the pillows beneath her, the hand that was squeezing her own. She opened her eyes, letting Asami swim into focus above her. There were others there but Korra couldn’t have cared less. She took in as much of Asami as she could, noting the cut on her cheek, but she was there.
“Did we win?” she asked, but the fact she was alive was testament enough of that. Asami smiled, bending down to kiss her.
“Yeah, Korra. We won.”