Aang groaned, rolling over to his other side, pulling the blankets tighter. He heard low voices talking and wanted to tell them to shut up so that he could get some sleep, but he couldn't find his voice. Instead he listened.

"We need him Katara," the male voice said. It sounded like Sokka. "Our people are really injured, we can use another healer. Besides, this war is not over yet. We need the Avatar."

"But Aang's never healed before! Anyway, I say we let him sleep. Do you have any idea what he's been through?" the voice of Katara said. Aang felt a little flame of anger begin to burn in the pit of his stomach. They were talking about him! Using all the energy he had, he sat himself up. His head hurt and the tent was spinning.

"Aang?!...Are you okay?" Katara rushed over to him, kneeling beside him as he swayed back and forth.

"I can…heal people…" he muttered with frustration. Without warning he fell backwards, onto Katara. His stomach, where the anger flame was, growled in agreement. Or maybe he was just hungry.

"Oh jeez. He's delirious. He hasn't eaten in days. Sokka, go get him some food while I try to get water into him," Katara said. She reached out her hand and bended clean water from her canteen over to Aang. He opened his mouth and gratefully accepted the cool water.

More than an hour later, when Aang had eaten everything placed in front of him and was feeling much better, the three teenage heroes walked through camp towards the infirmary tent. As soon as they opened the flap and looked inside they wished they hadn't. Some people were missing limbs, some had the deepest gashes you could imagine, some were unconscious, and many were dying. Blood soaked the ground and polluted the air. It brought tears to the trio's eyes to see it.

The most depressing sight though, was lying in the bed nearest the entrance.

It was Toph.

Her milky eyes were closed as she lay sleeping. Burns covered the right side of her face and neck, and probably other places too, making her almost unrecognizable. Blood and dirt covered the rest of her. Her shirt was lifted to reveal a red-dyed bandage that wrapped around her middle.

Katara gasped, covering her mouth with her hand. Sokka clenched his fists. Aang took a step forward, staring in horror at what he had caused.