A/N: Y'all won't let me get away with SHIT will ya? Haha! Since I did get five reviews, even if it was just an hour after I posted the new chapter, I will start writing a new one. I love y'all though, I'm sorry that a lot of you all are mad at me right now. I'll make it all better I promise! But anyways, there comes a time in every humorous basically joke story that some serious plot needs to come in. This is the last chapter! I may post an epilogue and maybe an alternate ending but for right now this is it! Woo! I feel like I've been writing this story. I couldn't have done it without you guys! I love y'all! I hope this chapter makes you guys not hate me anymore!
To Flip Ants: Hahaha honestly, that is the joke. You nailed it right on the head! People aren't perfect and go through weird phases in life. Like I said, this isn't a crack fic but it is purely designed to be funny, but I decided to try harder on plot these last chapters. Thank you for reading up to this point and reviewing and do not apologize for your feedback. Not everything I write is going to be everyone's cup of tea. Although you feel pain I am happy that some enjoy the story and that I also decided to try something new and branched out. Thank you again for your time and review.
I Hate Being Married To You
Chapter 10
"My fingertips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation
I know that I should let go but I can't
Every time we fight, I know it's not right
Every time that you're upset and I smile
I know that I should forget but I can't"
Zuko had never known pain like this before in his life.
He remembered getting in the car, but not buckling his seat belt, and as the car rolled and tumbled off of the street and over a guardrail, he crashed through the window, the force from all of the jostling somehow sending him back first through the front windshield.
Fortunately, Zuko fell out of the car just as it was flipping over the guardrail and he sliced his back on the metal but rolled onto the grass and right into a tree.
He knew that he had broken a lot of things, but he didn't care about that. He only cared about Katara. He had to get to her.
Zuko wondered if his phone was still in his pocket and instantly felt like an imbecile. He had been thrown through the windshield of a car, of course his phone had fallen out of his pocket.
Drawing a shaky breath, Zuko tried to rise to his knees and instantly cried out in pain and fell back to the ground.
Zuko felt around his body and when he got to his pelvis, he almost screamed from the pain.
He looked at the hand that he had been patting his broken form with and found it doused in blood.
He was a smart man and in no ways a doctor, but he used to watch those I Survived shows with Katara, and he instantly knew what had happened. His pelvis was broken... and there was no way he would be able to walk or even crawl anywhere without unbearable pain or injuring one of his other organs.
Tears began to squeeze from Zuko's golden eyes. He was helpless. His wife was probably dying in the wooded area below him and he could not save her.
They had been so close to being happy and now it was all ripped away.
If he could not reach her, then he did the only thing that he could do... call for help.
…...
Katara awoke to the sound of a loud beeping noise.
When she opened her eyes, she found her vision to be blurry. Her world was hazy, and there was a tube shoved down her throat and another one in her nostrils.
She lifted a shaky tan hand to rip them out because they were so uncomfortable, but then a hand stopped her.
"Don't." A familiar male voice commanded and Katara lifted her glazed icy eyes to look at the owner of the voice.
"I'm so sorry, Katara." Sokka whispered to her as he enveloped her small hand into his large one.
Katara could not speak with that large tube in her mouth, and with her confused mind, she could not figure out another way to immediately communicate.
"This is my fault... if I had just called you to tell you the news then you wouldn't have been hit by that crazy man that had just robbed a bank and was trying to outrun the police. I'm so sorry." Sokka apologized, his eyes filling with tears.
Katara slowly shook her head at him, signifying that it was not his fault and he smiled gratefully at her.
"I hate to be the one to tell you, sis, but you broke about three ribs, your right arm, and both of your legs... I'm so sorry. You've been in a medically induced coma for about three days now and that's why you have feeding tubes and stuff." Sokka explained.
Katara clenched her eyes shut. Even though she felt like she was floating underwater, Sokka's words made sense, and for what felt the millionth time in the past year, silent tears managed to weasel their way through her closed eyelids.
Katara opened her blue eyes however, when she realized that an important question had not been answered.
Katara slowly turned the hand that Sokka was holding and raised her fourth finger, where her wedding ring should have been.
She saw Sokka's eyes glaze with some unknown emotion before he turned his ocean blue eyes to his sister's.
"He wasn't wearing a seat belt and crashed through the windshield. He shattered his pelvis, Katara. It happens sometimes when people are in traumatic automobile accidents. Shattered or broken pelvises have a 55% mortality rate... and he... um..." Sokka looked down at his sister, and Katara knew instantly what that meant.
She wanted to scream, yell, or curse but the tube in her throat would not allow it. But she could cry. She clenched her hand tightly in Sokka's and squeezed the bed sheet with her other hand.
"HE WAS THE LUCKY 45% THAT DON'T DIE! YAY!" Sokka suddenly exclaimed, jumping up and pumping his fist into the air.
Katara's mind was suddenly crystal clear and she shot up in bed (glad that the morphine diminished the pain on her sides from her broken ribs) and ripped the feeding tube out of her mouth and pointed a shaking finger at Sokka.
"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU YOU ASSHOLE!"
…...
7 Months Later
"I now pronounce you man and wife." The pastor cooed in his rich buttery voice, and Sokka leaned down, scooped his bride up into his arms and kissed her with as much tongue as possible.
A general sound of disgust rose from the crowd after the kiss lasted a minute and a half.
Suki pulled back, giggling and radiant in her ivory knee length dress.
Sokka laughed, his hair down around his face instead of up in a top bun and with an evil smirk, he scooped Suki up bridal style and ran past the awaiting crowd towards the limo waiting outside.
"MARRIED SEX!" He cried out as he ran, and the crowd erupted into laughter.
Zuko turned and looked at his wife who only placed her hands over her face in embarrassment.
"That's your brother." Zuko reminded and Katara sighed in exasperation.
"We might as well wait a hour or so until we go to the wedding reception. He seemed a little eager." Katara said as politely as she could.
"You need some rest anyway." Zuko stated firmly, eying Katara's swelling belly.
Katara rolled her eyes at him. "Don't look at me like that! There's a baby growing inside there, not some creepy monster!"
"I don't know. That movie Devil's Due is coming out on your due date." Zuko teased and Katara rolled her eyes and decided to change the subject.
"I feel bad that Suki and Sokka wanted us to be in their wedding so badly that they postponed it until we were completely healed and then I went and got pregnant. Then, Suki got sick, and Sokka got worried about having a Yue repeat and called off the wedding. I feel like we were a catalyst in all this." Katara confessed solemnly but Zuko shook his head and leaned down to peck the Alaskan woman on her forehead.
"What matters is he went back to her and they just got married." Zuko reminded and Katara nodded.
Zuko grabbed his wife's hand and walked out of the chapel.
"We need to check on Zutara anyways." Katara reminded and Zuko sighed.
"I can't believe you named that kitten Zutara."
Katara shrugged,
"What can I say? It's our 'couple name'. And it fit her!"
Zuko sighed but then smiled.
Being married to her wasn't all that bad.
A/N: The end! Like I said, this story was basically a joke, but I figured, eh I'm a dramatic writer! Let's throw some plot in! Yes, I know that some people loathe this story and that's okay! And some people love it and that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside! I love y'all! **blows kisses** Mwah! Thank you for reading!