Korra laid on her bed reading the countless notes her friends from Republic City sent her. They were and are her only comfort in a time like this. After being poisoned by Zaheer she was hurt mentally and physically. No matter were she goes she's always haunted of those memories. Those horrible god-awful hallucinations. Or were they hallucinations? It was her just stuck in the Avatar state, she always tried to fight it. Or her. But she'd just be gone the next second. And Korra hated it.
The first couple of weeks after Zaheer had initially poisoned her, she had problems walking, she had to be in a wheelchair. She couldn't even do stuff herself it was horrible. Master Katara was helping her recover and after a few more days of struggling she was able to walk. She just had to take little steps and be easy on herself.
Korra had said she was going back to Republic City because she missed being there but when she did get there. She was there. Waiting. Korra quickly turned her boat around settling in a small town where she tried to fight someone but she was beaten down by her. Now she walked the lonely and dark streets, having a black eye. She was in rough shape.
Korra turned towards an alleyway, spotting her Avatar apparition standing there. She attacked it only for her arm to be taken by the chains as they wrapped around it. The apparition dragged her away, she fought all she could. The second she blinked, it was gone. The Townspeople stood, astonished by Korra's outburst especially cause it looked like she was going insane.
She stood up with a bit of a stumble, wincing from the pain she was feeling at the current moment. Paranoid, she scanned the crowd spotting Y/N one of her good friends from Republic City. They must've come looking for her or something.
“O-Oh.. hey there..”
She murmured, rubbing her arm. She was somehow still recognizable even with her but hair and different clothing style. It was her undercover look. It had been 6 months since Korra and Y/N had seen each other.