finnamin: “Zuko” Sokka gently whispered. Sokka pressed the back of his hand softly again

finnamin:

“Zuko” Sokka gently whispered. Sokka pressed the back of his hand softly against Zuko’s clammy and burning forehead. He scrunched his nose up at how gross the heat and moisture felt on Zuko’s sick body. “Zuko,” he said more firmly, “Zuko, can you wake up for a minute?”

Zuko grunted, barely audible. 

Sokka sighed, bowing his head a little and shaking Zuko’s shoulder just enough for Zuko to squintily open his eyes. 

“What?” Zuko rasps, confused and slightly irritated.

fromHappy 30th Birthday, Sokka! by @lilihasalife

collection post can be found here! 

[ID: Sokka sits on the edge of Zuko’s bed, hand on Zuko’s shoulder. He’s smiling softly down at Zuko, obviously trying to gently wake him up. Zuko is groggy from being woken up, and he’s also flushed from being sick. His head is raised from the pillow, halfway propped up as he looks up at Sokka.]