The days whipped by surprisingly quickly, and each passing day saw Azula closer and closer to recovered. She'd put weight on quickly, though even at what appeared to be a 'healthy' weight, she had a thin frame. The next thing on her agenda was to start trying to put muscle mass back on, and that meant having another check over down in the medbay.
She slipped in the doors and fidgeted awkwardly, looking around for Dr. McCoy. She nodded her head to him when she spotted him, going over to him obediently. "I'm here," she said, wondering if he'd worried she might skip out of her check up.

















