"Not again..." Iroh stared down at his nephew, lying in his arms.
Zuko was breathing in uneven breaths, blood pouring from a wound in his side.
"Zuko, Stay with me... nephew?"
Zuko stared unseeing up toward his uncle, his eyes wide.
Iroh pulled his nephew close, cradling his surrogate son in his arms, which were becoming warm with blood and tears…
"Zuko… Zuko…"
"UNCLE!!! UNCLE!!" Iroh gasped sitting upright on his mat, Zuko was calling from the Kitchen
"IT'S TIME TO GET UP!"
Iroh sighed in relief; it was all just a dream
His nephew's head rounded the corner of Iroh's door.
"Come on, get up! I made you tea…"