Well, ok, I know that this story has had bad endings for all the chapters so far, but don't worry, there will be better ones in soon. Just wait and see. 0o
I am also sorry that the chapters are amazingly short. I do not have time, as I am still in Taiwan, and there are so many things to do. I will be back on Saturday (U.S. time). Hopefully afterwards I'll have more time to write. Meanwhile, I will squeeze all the time I can afford into writing. Head it brimming with ideas. Yay, this chapter is longer. Or I think it is…
Disclaimer: I do Not Own Avatar: The Last Airbender
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"I can only help him to the best of my abilities. I am sorry. I also know the risks of the Avatar dying. The fire lord will rule the earth if he dies. I will use all my power and time devoted to the Avatar, to make sure he lives. I am sorry, but that is all that I can promise you."
Katara began shaking as the doors closed. She practically collapsed on Sokka, tears streaming down her face.
"Sokka, this is all my fault" Katara whimpered
"No, it isn't. It wasn't right of Aang to pull you underneath the water." Sokka comforted his sister.
"Ya, but still, he's 13 years old, and he missed out on the last hundred years. Things have changed, and he never got to fully realize that…"
"Try to think on the positive side, Katara. If you didn't find him soon enough he might've died by the loss of blood. You did everything you could, and I am sure that he is grateful."
"yeah, right." Katara said sarcastically, although she gave a warm-hearted smile to his brother, tears now subsiding from her face.
"Now, didn't that doctor say something about food? I'm starving!"
And together they went into the kitchen with half-hearted smiles on their face, though both were thinking the same question- Is he going to live?
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Meanwhile, In the operation room
The doctor closed the doors behind him. He quickly set to work, getting the necessary tools for the operation. He closed the room's lights and opened another light, a smaller one, and focusing it onto Aang's wound.
Oh my gosh. This is worse than I thought. Better get to work quickly.
An hour passed by, sweat poured down his face, and into his shirt, since he didn't have time to change into his operation clothes. He worked, he worked, and he worked, constantly checking his heartbeat to check if he's alive. Then, after 30 minutes, Aang stopped breathing. The doctor, fearing that he was lost, desperately connected his mouth onto Aang's, trying to give him oxygen. Suddenly, Aang started breathing again.
A heavy start, I don't know if I can take this intensity anymore. The fate of the world is in my hands. So much to do, so little time. If only I had my assistants, this would be much faster. But they all died, damnit. (I will refer to this subject in the future chapters) There aren't any good ones anymore.
Praying as hard as ever, the doctor continued to work, hoping that the operation would be a success.
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In the kitchen
Sokka and Katara walked in, and saw a women shorter than Katara, about the same height as Aang, cooking. The sweet smell made Sokka drool, and Katara had to admit to herself that it was pretty alluring. The women turned around, realizing that people were in her house.
"Who are you?"
"We are friends of the Avatar, who is currently in the operation room. The doctor told us to come here, and that someone would make us food." Sokka said, looking longingly at the pot of soup on the stove."
"Ah, why didn't you say so? Sit down! Sit Down! I'll be right back." Moments later, she reappeared, holding a tray, and on it was a pot of tea and two cups. After she had poured the tea to them both, she brought them two bowls of hot soup, and a basket full of bread.
"Here you are, dears. Just call me Mrs. Worheilmer. What are your names?"
"Katara" said Katara.
"Souker" Sokka had already jammed down two slices of bred at once into his mouth, and he looked like a frog.
"What?"
"Sokka," Sokka choked, from having swallowed too fast, and he dove for the soup, and drank it down in one gulp. Suddenly he screamed, "AHHHHHH, HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT…" Katara couldn't help but laugh.
Mrs. Worheilmer gave Sokka a pitcher of water with ice, and he drank it all down.
"Ahhhhhh… more soup please!"
After the woman had given Sokka his soup, she sat down comfortably on the chair, which was on the other side of the table.
"So, Katara, Sokka, tell me… How did you get to know the Avatar, and how did he end up in the care of my husband?"
And so Katara started to talk about the iceberg, their travels, and so everything else.
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Back in Mr. Worheilmer's operation room
There's not much time left, the doctor thought. If I knew that I would be the world's only hope, I would've gone for mastering earthbending instead. Why didn't I choose that? Another voice in his head whispered, stop rambling about yourself, your one and only duty right now is to save the Avatar's life. Concentrate on him, damnit, not what you would've done or should've done.
And so the doctor worked ever harder, putting all of his 38 years of training and studying to the limit. How did he get this kind of wound anyways? It is injected with poison I have seen only once before… and it is deadly. I'll need to ask that girl later…
The doctor slowly poured a foul smelling liquid into Aang's throat, the only antidote that he knows which can cure the disease. But, it might not work, since the antidote, made by the doctor himself, has not been completely finished yet. He need one last ingredient- but to obtain that ingredient, he would need the Avatar awake. The liquid can only keep him alive for so long, but long enough to make him gain consciousness, get the information out of him, and complete the potion to finalize the Avatar's heal. Aang's chest wound was already stitched, and the doctor's only worry right now is waiting for the Avatar to wake up. Meanwhile, he would tell the kids the good news…and the bad.
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Back in the kitchen
Katara had just finished her second bowl of soup, and Sokka had finished his tenth, along with the whole basket of bread.
"…and now we're waiting for the news of his recovery." Katara finished.
"Wow…I wouldn't have believed it, but since you look like a responsible and trustworthy girl, I'll believe you. And where is this…Zarka now?"
"Zuko. We don't know where he is. He hasn't appeared in a long time (by a long time, she meant 2 weeks)."
The doctor stepped into the kitchen, sweat streaming down his face, but nonetheless he had a smile.
Katara and Sokka immediately rose. "How is he?" they said in unison.
"He'll live. I don't think not awake yet, but you kids can go see him. One at a time, that is. Don't put too much pressure on him, ok?"
Katara cried tears of joy and hugged the doctor, who patted her back.
"Thank you, Dr. Worheilmer." That was all Sokka could manage to say.
"No problem. Its my job! Now you kids go see him, I'm sure he wants to see you both. He's in the guest room, second door to the left. But one at a time!"
And with that, Katara let go of the doctor, and hastily walked to the room where Aang was resting. Sokka followed her.
Sighing, the doctor sat down beside his wife, who hugged him and said, "You did good, Roy. You did good."
"Martha, there is something you should know. Do NOT tell the kids this. I fear that they would panic, being as they are still teenagers. The Avatar is alive, and he will stay alive…for mostly 48 hours. I need the last ingredient for my potion in order to rid the disease. However, this won't be easy, and I need the Avatar awake. I need to ask him something in order to get the ingredient.
"What is the ingredient.?"
Sighing again, the doctor said reluctantly to his wife, "I need the blood of someone he truly loves."
