20. Colorless
Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar. I do, however, own quite a bit of emoaangst, apparently.
Katara had to fight to breathe. She'd just narrowly avoided death, without even trying. It had been avoided for her. And now she was pretty sure her breath was becoming even more shallow than Zuko's as he lay there, his life leaking out before her.
Something had short circuited in her brain, so that she couldn't even get enough brain power to bend. To heal him. And he needed it so badly right now. Right now or never again.
Gasping on her own air, Katara jolted herself into bending, pulling the water out of her pouch in a wavering stream. She focused on the internal passageways his blood made, and tried not to look at him. That's what had broken her a moment ago.
The blood she could handle. Even the ragged way his chest moved as he tried to gulp at the air around him. She could even work past the horrific tear in his chest where little blue zaps still played havoc over his skin in the remnants of Azula's final strike.
But she couldn't see any of the passion that he embodied. She saw none of the fire, strength, vigor that he normally wore like a skin. He was empty, it seemed. It froze her breath and something in her wailed at the sight of seeing him so colorless.
A/N: Woohoo for emoliness! Okay, reviews are appreaciated, please!
Jade