This one was really hard. You know, we all saw Eytukaan dying, so I had to mess with the plot… anyway, enjoy this.
'My daughter… take my bow… and protect the Omaticaya' Eytukaan said, handing his bow to Neytiri. The Na'vi girl cried loudly as she saw his eyes closing. Suddenly Jake pushed her away.
'I had a first aid course when I was a marine!' he said and Eywa only knows where he found a whole first aid kit. 'Don't worry, I have once even sewn a hand back to one of my brothers in arms!'
He held some bandages around the piece of wood that was stuck in Eytukaan's stomach and in one fast move he dragged the wood out, blocking the bleeding at the same time.
'Leave him!' Neytiri screamed, but Jake didn't react for this. He did his job as he was taught. Stop the bleeding, protect the internal organs, and pray that everything is okay… there was no use in calling for help, no one would come. Maybe he could try to put some Neytiri's blood in Eytukaan's veins? But no, it wasn't possible. He had no means for this. He actually did everything he could do, so there was only a prayer left. Praying for a miracle. It was always said on every first aid lesson, maybe as a joke, but this time Jake knew it could actually work. The Tree of Voices was destroyed, but the prayers could be heard everywhere.
And sometimes answered.
Both Na'vi and one avatar gazed in disbelief as the Atokirina, seeds of the Sacred Tree, landed smoothly on Eytukaan. They stopped, shone very brightly, and healed his wounds, deep as they were, and then they flew away, seeking for another Na'vi who deserved to survive and be healed.
There was an awkward silence for a long while when Eytukaan stood up.
'Neytiri… you may give me my bow back' he said.
I hope you enjoyed this little silly story written by a little silly girl. I accept requests. Someone asked me to write one story for Quaritch… and my answer is no. I will never make someone like him survive. He deserved his fate, and the only thing I can do with him is to make him suffer more.