A/N- So sorry for this being so short! I have had major writer's block, but I decided you guys deserved something. So here spouts that lovely idea I got while laying on my bed in the middle of the night. Lol, insomnia and rp's have affected my brain so much.

Anyways, it probably sucks, but here it is!

"Korra, it's time for supper!" Tenzin called. He was just outside her room, fully prepared for the young girl to open up the door with a loud bang, all ready for the meal. "Korra!"

Silence.

"Korra, come on!" When she still didn't reply, the airbender pulled open her door. She seemed to be asleep on the bed. He sighed. "Korra, let's go." He went over and shook her shoulder, but there was no response. "Korra?" Tenzin shook her again, harder.

He then noticed how pale her skin was, and how she not so much as twitching. "Korra, come on, quit messing around." Tenzin saw the few drops of blood that stained the white sheets. He raced to the door and threw it open. "Help!" he called. "Someone get the healers! Quick!"

Tenzin went back to Korra. Desperately, he searched her for any signs of injury. It appeared that there was none, but she wouldn't wake up.

Asami peeked her head in. "What is it? What's the matter?"

"It's Korra. She won't wake up, there's some blood on the sheets, and I can't find any sign of injury. I don't know what's wrong." The young Sato ducked out of the room and sent for the healers before coming back in.

Her face was stricken as she sat beside Korra. "Tenzin, I need you to leave."

The airbender's eyes widened. "What? Why?"

"Because I think I know what's wrong, but I don't want you to stay. I don't know how you'd react. Sorry. It's for the best." He hesitated, then nodded and left, shutting the door behind him.

Asami looked at Korra, searching for any apparent signs of illness. Then, with perhaps too practiced a movement, she took a knife from her boot and sliced open the top of the Avatar's pant legs. Nope, nothing there. Then she lifted her shirt. Not there either. Which left only one more place.

She placed the dagger back in her boot and carefully unwrapped Korra's wrists bindings. One look at the soaking red bandages underneath were all she needed to guess what had happened.

Asami sighed and let her head drop, hand lightly touching her stomach. It was all so glaringly obvious now. She should have seen this coming.

After all, it's not like she didn't know the road of self-harm.

A/N- Yeah. Very short. Probably unappealing. But oh well, I'm sorry. I had hoped I could draw it out and make it longer, but I wasn't able to. :/ Sorry, once again.

Despite this mini-chap, review please?

~L~