I blink trying to clear my vision. Everything is white. Where am I? The last thing I remember was walking with Zuko, in—were we in the Fire Nation? I think we were… Where is everyone? Where is everything? Where is anything?
I push myself up and try to walk, but end up stumbling on every step and falling. It's like I've just been at sea for years. I try again, similar results ensuing. Crawling, I decide to find out where I am. There's no water, no trees, no earth. Is there even air in this vast white wasteland? Am I even alive? Is this sea of white where I'll stay for all eternity?
No, no I'm not dead. I can't be. Shaking the thought seems like it's what I should do, but what other explanation is there? I'm not dead though. I'm not dead. I'm not.
I repeat these words, if I say them enough they won't be true. I'm not dead. I'm not dead. I'M NOT DEAD! I finally yell at the top of my lungs, trying to awaken someone, anyone, but just succeed in collapsing.
"I'M NOT DEAD!" the words echo from my mouth as I bolt upright, tangled in sheets. "Katara!" I hear before I'm swallowed by Aang's warmth. His face is tearstained, bags dark and deep under his eyes. "Aang?" I feel like I'm newly reborn, and completely out of it.
Aang pulls away and I cringe at the realization that unlike in the land filled with white, here I actually feel pain. Bandages cover my middle and my head. "What happened?" I ask, not sure if I want to know the answer.
"It was an attempt on Zuko's life," Aang says solemnly.
"Is he ok? I mean I-"
"He's fine, Katara. And now you are too."
"Then what happened?"
"The attacker's scheme wasn't well planned out, but it ended up with you getting the full blow of it rather than Zuko. He carried you back with 3 broken ribs, one cracked and completely unconscious. You were like that for about a week," Aang finishes.
I sit for a moment, processing all Aang has told me before I decide to give him a bit of relief. I kiss him hard, making sure that when the kiss breaks he doesn't move. "I thought you weren't gonna remember me," he says, head hanging, "The healer said you hit your head pretty bad."
Pretty bad is an understatement. I laugh a bit, but stop, fingering my bandages. "I could never forget you," I say as I kiss him again. He smiles and lays his head in the small space between my shoulder and head. I am actually happy. And I am not dead. I am positive about that.
A/N: That took me so freaking long to write! An hour for less than a page in ms word. And wow I have issues with these depressing things. But in the she who rocks fic I got killed off so that's what inspired this. :) I blame the toph like one for this