She's lying there and I do not know what to do, or what to think. Aang's there with her, his arms holding her tight as a weak cry shudders from her mouth. It's the cry of pain. It's how an enemy sounds right before you give them the final blow. Right before they are about to lose. But Katara, she is no enemy to me.
"Don't just stand there! Do something!" Aang cries, anger filling his phrases. He puts Katara down and looks her directly in the eye. "You can make it Katara. Come on…make it!...Katara….Katara…" As her eyes begin to fade into a long sleep, Aang runs away, out of the room. He locks himself in an earth tent. A bright light escapes from his tent, but the earth is still as I stand there, unable to move. The feeling Aang is experience is the loss of hope. There is nothing worst than loosing hope.
Sokka runs to Katara's side. "Katara. You…you…you don't have to do this! Just heal yourself okay? You can do this! You can…" his voice begins to trail, I'm still frozen in my spot. I feel distant. Why is Katara dying? She said she never would turn her back on anyone who needs her and now she is. Do people need me?
Her eyes finally fade and Sokka begins to break down. "Katara! Oh my god! My sister! NOOO! NOO! NOO!" I run to her side, forcing the urge to run and escape to an earth tent myself, away from reality with the comfort of my earthbending.
"Katara. Listen to me. Listen to me close. I feel your heart beat. You are alive. You can make it. You have to make it Katara. You have to make it for Sokka and for Aang and for me. You got to make it." I say this soft. I do not know what to do in this situation. I shouldn't be in this situation. I'm just a kid. I'm just a puny thirteen-year-old blind girl. I shouldn't be in this situation.