This is my first Avatar story, so please be kind. As stated in the summary, it's Zutara and Sokka/Suki. There are no other concrete couples at this point. Disclaimer I do not own Avatar or any of the characters, except for the ones I wrote in myself. Enjoy and review:)
Pain. That was the first thing Aang was aware of as consciousness slowly crept back to him. He couldn't distinguish what body parts hurt. It seemed like his whole body was on fire. It was sheer torture. He'd felt pain before, but never, ever like this. His groggy mind tried to remember what had happened. He drew a blank. Was he dead? No, that was unlikely. Death couldn't be this painful. So he was probably alive. That was something to be thankful for, at least. Everything was dark. Had he gone blind? No, he realized. His eyes were closed. With great difficulty, he managed to pry them open… and gasped.
He was gazing at beautiful green orbs. They looked like sparkling emeralds. As he focused more on them, Aang realized they were eyes. Lovely green eyes that were radiating concern. Aang now started to pay attention to the rest of the person. It was a beautiful face with delicate features. Long eyelashes covered part of the eyes. A bottom lip was being bitten in worry. A forehead was wrinkled with serious thought. The face was framed in waves of soft gold. Long, honey colored hair fell around the face. She was stunningly beautiful, was Aang's first thought.
Opening his mouth, Aang tried to speak. An incoherent mess jumbled out. Hardly the eloquence he was hoping for. "Shh," the beautiful girl said soothingly. A creamy hand reached out and stroked Aang's face. This gave him strength.
"Are you an angel?" he asked in a croaky voice. To his great delight, the girl laughed. It was a glorious sound, like a melody.
"No,
Aang, I am not an angel," the girl answered, her voice brimming
with amusement. "How do you feel?"
"Awful,"
Aang moaned. The girl nodded.
"That isn't surprising. Don't worry, though. You're going to be fine." Aang nodded, then winced. The movement had sent a shock wave of pain to his already aching head. The girl frowned. "Try to be still. I'm going to move you now, Aang. It'll hurt, but you must bear it. Can you do that?"
"Yes," Aang said simply. With an approving nod, the girl wrapped her arms around Aang. One arm slid under his back. The other, under his knees. The world seemed to tilt as Aang was lifted off whatever he'd been laying on. Though she moved gently, every move jarred Aang's broken body, causing more anguish. But Aang didn't utter a sound. He couldn't bear to make the beautiful girl look more anxious than she already did. "What's your name?" Aang asked, suddenly curious.
After a small pause, she answered softly. "Akina." Aang smiled.
"Akina," he breathed. "That's pretty." Akina smiled back. "I'm tired," Aang mumbled.
"I know, Aang," Akina said, sounding sad. "You can sleep. I'll take care of you." With a soft sigh, Aang let go and allowed the peaceful darkness to engulf him once more. His last thought was of Akina. Hearing her say his name had felt nice. But… when had he told her what his name was? He hadn't.