Yo! This chapter is kind of short...But whatever.

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And, yea. Here is...

Ch3!

Two days later, Aang's sickness bore on. Over those two days, Katara's worry only grew and grew as she realized more and more that he wasn't getting any better, if anything, he was getting worse. So one day, she decided to load him up, and have Sokka drive them to the hospital.

Aang was terrified. Last time he had been to the hospital, he had needed to stay for about four years. He was unconsious, of course, but still. Four years. How long was it going to be this time? He shuddered. Not only because of the thought, but because he was freezing, and scared. The cooler wasn't on, and it was only still early fall, but lately, everything seemed extremely cold, or burning hot. When he was supposed to be hot, he was cold, and vice versa. It was strange.

They suddenly stopped, and then turned into a parking lot. Aang gulped. The hospital wasn't as big as he expected. In fact, it was tiny. It was a series of white, brand-new but creepy looking buildings, with automatic glass doors and three stripes painted around every building, each a different color: one green, one blue, and one red.

All of a sudden, a voice peirced through his thoughts. "Hey," Sokka said, sounding impatient. "Sleepy head? We're here. Get out." He shook his head to clear it, and then looked out the car door to see Sokka and Katara standing there waiting for him.

"Oh Sokka, calm down," Katara said, leaning into the car to help Aang get out. When he was finally out, they began walking towards one of the buildings, the teenage siblings supporting Aang. They walked through the automatic glass doors, and then up to the porcelean-looking counter where a nurse sat, reading some papers. The place wasn't very busy today.

"Excuse me?" Katara said quietly after a while. The woman looked up, and then stood, a pure, kind smile splashed upon her orangish face. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said, "Hello, my name is Len Ji. How can I help you?"

"Our...He's been throwing up blood a lot these past couple of days...Not to mention, he's been really tired and says he's sore," Katara said, gesturing towards Aang, "And we were wondering if we could get him checked up as soon as possible."

"Sure," Len Ji replied. "Actually, you can go into Doctor Zian's room right now, he's open and doesn't have any appointments. Five rooms down on the left side once you get into the main hallway," she smiled politely. "Great!" Katara replied, "Thank you!" Len Ji nodded happily, and the three went off to find Dr. Zuan.

They walked through the gray hall until they reached a pale olive green hallway that was lined with doors. They walked past four doors, and then stopped at the fifth on the left side and went in.

A tall man with a balding head, thick glass and pine-green eyes was standing in the room, fixing the patient check-up bed's covers. Katara tapped him softly on the shoulder, and he turned on his heel to face them. Aang shrunk behind Katara and Sokka, nervous. He didn't like this. These weren't bad people, he just didn't like this at all.

"Yes?" he asked. He had a deep but kind sounding voice, that made Katara feel she could trust him. "Oh, hi there," he said, reaching a hand out to the girl. "My name is Doctor Ezu Zuan, but you can call me Doctor Zuan. And your names are?" "I'm Katara," Katara replied, "And this is my friend, Aang, and my brother, Sokka. We're here for a check-up..."

"Oh, alright! Just have a seat on this bed, then, and we'll get you all settled," Zuan replied, taking Katara's hand and beginning to lead her to the bed. "No, not for me," she giggled a little, "For Aang. He's sick, I'm fine." "Is that so? Alright then, come on, young man," Zuan said, reaching for Sokka, who stepped to the side before the man could touch him.

Doctor Zuan looked confused for a moment, but after a second or two, the teens realized why.

Aang was gone.

There stood an empty doorway, a stool, and a small trash can, but no Aang.

Katara looked at Sokka, and then they both ran out the door.

"Aang?" Katara asked, "Aang? AANG? WHERE ARE YOU?" she then noticed a figure sitting on the floor down the hall. She motioned for Sokka and the doctor to stay, and then walked towards the boy, sitting next to him.

"Hey," she said. "You okay?"

"No...Not really," Aang replied quietly.

"It's for your own good...Don't you want to get better?"

He put his head down on his knees.

"Please," Katara said softly, "Please..."

Aang looked up at her, becoming teary. "Okay," he said quietly. Katara stood and helped him up, and together, they walked back to the room.

"Alright," Doctor Zuan said, leading Aang to the white, paper covered bed. "Have a seat and we'll get started."

With some help from his friends and Doctor Zuan, the boy situated himself up on the bed and folded his hands on his lap, in a position much like a therapy patient.

"So," Doctor Zuan said after doing various tests on the child, "Tell me where your pain feels most intense." He pressed on different parts of Aang's body with his knuckles. "Nnh...Ugh...AHH! Stop!" Aang yelled as the doctor pressed on a spot of his stomach. Katara cringed. It hurt her seeing him in so much pain. Zuan pulled away from the boy, and then wrote something on a pad of paper.

"Katara, that's your name, correct?" he said, facing Katara, who nodded. "Can I speak to you outside for a moment?" "Uh, sure," the girl said, standing up and following the doctor out of the room.

"We're going to need to do a blood test," Doctor Zuan said, reading over some of his notes. "It's that bad?" Katara asked. "That's what we need to find out. Think he'll be up for it?" Katara thought about it for a minute, and then said, "I'll have to talk to him first." Zuan nodded, understanding, then walked in, sending Aang out to Katara.

"Yea?" Aang asked, rubbing his eyes. "Um...Okay, I know you're not going to like this, but they want you to get a blood test done..." "Huh? Why? Am I...Am I...Am I dying?" he replied, sitting on the ground. "What? No! Aang, don't think that way. You're fine! Zuan just wants to make sure. It's his job. Please, just listen to me. You need to do this. It doesn't really hurt, I've got mine drawn before." "Really?"

"Yes, really. So...please?" A few seconds of silence, then, "Fine..." Katara smiled, and then pulled him up onto his feet and into a big hug. They then walked inside.

Zuan already had all the blood-drawing equipment ready, much to Aang's distaste. He sighed deeply, then sat in a chair next to Sokka and Katara. Katara grasped his hand, while Zuan wrapped some bandages tightly around the other. Then he pulled out a large, shiny needle, which was connected to a tube, which was connected to some sort of test-tube looking jars.

Aang closed his eyes tightly. "One...Two..." Zuan was holding his arm up to the needle, "Three," the doctor said, sticking the needle into a vein. The boy clenched his teeth. Katara had lied. It hurt. A LOT.

After two and a half of the jars were filled with Aang's dark red blood, Zuan pulled the needle out and set it on the table. Then, he bandaged Aang's arm up where he had drawn the blood from. Katara held him in a hug, rocking him a little as he cried silently. It wasn't the actual pain that hurt, it was the fear of all of this.

A few minutes past and Aang was now quiet. He gently pulled out of the hug and looked at Katara. "C...Can we leave now?" Katara looked up at Zuan, who nodded. It would take a week or so to get results.

They walked out of the room and down the hall to the waiting room, where Len Ji still stood in her booth. They paid for the check-up and blood test, then left.

By the time they got home, Aang had fallen asleep. Everything seemed to wear him out so quickly, and he felt like he had never slept as much in his life as he did during those few days. Sokka carried him into the house and laid him on the couch in the living room. Night had come so quickly, and Katara had set up a little bed for herself on the floor next to the couch. Thinking over how much she had had to watch Aang hurt, she softly cried herself to sleep.

Hola, amigos!

Hope you like the story so far! :)

Okay, I know that I put that Sokka was 15 in the Prologue and the first chapter, but then I realized that he needs to have a driver's liscense if they want to go anywhere...Thus, Sokka skipped a birthday. Haha.

Yep, these kidlets are fast friends! Some Kataang building up a little already, eh? Hehe...Kataang... -dreams-

Chapter Four coming soon. Review, favorite, PM, whatever!

I still need a title! Help me out!

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