Hey! This chapter basically is just everyone's different views on what's going on.

WARNING: Quite dramatic and Aangsty.

NOTE: I don't know much about Leukemia, so I'm just using my knowledge that I get from watching movies such as My Sister's Keeper (2009), and reading stuff like Sadako and the Thousand Paper Cranes. Both are really great, by the way...Anyway, if I did something wrong, please tell me and I'll be happy to change it. Kthnx. Also, this is based upon the three (isn't it three?) virtues - Faith, Hope, and Love.

I haven't done a disclaimer in a while, and I feel I need to, so:

Disclaimer: I, Kazuki Nalyn Pippenpaddelotsocopolis, hereby declare that I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender, nor it's awesomeness. I am not worthy to stand in the prescense of the makers of this awesomeness, whom is declarethed to be Bryke.

So there.

Ch5

Katara - Love

This wasn't real. This couldn't be real. They had just met...But Katara knew she had feelings for Aang, whether they were brotherly, friendly, or...romantic, she didn't know. But she knew she loved him, she cared about him. And now he was going to die. Just like that.

No, Katara thought, I shouldn't think like that. But...What if he does? Is he going to be able to survive this?

The blood test results had come in, and what the doctors told Katara and Sokka had them stunned.

Leukemia. Blood cancer.

Death.

These words continuously haunted Katara's thoughts after the doctors told her. It was the bomb. Radiation from the bomb had caused all of Aang's sickness. His number of white blood cells had decreased incrediously since then, and it began taking it's toll on Aang's body quickly. That's what the sickness, the bruises, the collapsing of his body came from. Leukemia.

Aang was now in a white hospital room, tucked into a bed with doctors -and Sokka- standing around him and an IV in his finger, probably scared out of his mind. Katara watched through the window-like wall as the boy looked at them fearfully, the doctors explaining what was happening to him. They were telling him that he'd be stuck in here for a while, most likely lose his hair, but then he'd be fine and out of there soon. But Katara knew what they really knew.

He was dying.

Tears swelled her eyes.

Aang now sat up in his bed, crying in fear. She could see him talking, screaming actually, but couldn't hear him. She was grateful for that much. Just watching him made her sad.

Watching her friend in so much fear brought back painful memories instantly of her mother. How she and her father had gotten divorced, her mom had gone missing, and then after that, all they ever heard of her was that she was dead. Aang's case was entirely different, of course, but it reminded her of another aching part of her heart.

She now focused on Sokka, who was arguing with one of the doctors. Katara smiled slightly. Aang had been the only thing her brother had really cared about since their mother died, other than a small pet or two and a few girlfriends. She thought that having a form of brother made Sokka a happier person. That, she made a mental note of, she would have to thank Aang for.

That's when she decided to make a list. A list of all the things she wanted to thank Aang for, the things she loved about him, the things she felt she needed to tell him. Each day, she decided, she would add something to the list, up until Aang got better...

...Or...

Katara stopped herself. Why was she automatically thinking this way? It made her want to slap herself. This was just about the same way she felt after her mother's death.

Angsty. Depressed. Negative.

She needed to change this for Aang's sake.

Sokka - Faith

What...Just happened? What's happening? Why...Oh, God, Aang... Sokka's thoughts were placed on the boy on a pale white bed in front of him, with doctors crowded around. His thoughts were placed on his new baby brother.

After Aang had gotten sick, Sokka quickly dubbed the kid as his brother. Sure, he hadn't been around long, but their friendship had grown into a brotherly one, and since Aang was living with them anyway, he was about equal to Katara.

Only, he was a boy.

So, Aang was his new brother. And so, Sokka knew that he needed to look out for him, take care of him. But right now, the teenager felt he had failed at his job as an older brother. Aang was sick and dying, he had Leukemia, and he was probably going to die at the oh-so-young age of twelve. He'd never get to experience high-school, girls, college, girls, adulthood, girls, and being a father, or a grandfather, or...

Sokka shook his head. Why was he thinking about girls when his brother was dying?

He peered down at the younger boy. His face was pale and his sad gray eyes were clouded with tears as the doctors explained everything to him.

"Aang," one said, "Do you remember the bombing?" Aang nodded solemnly. "Well, radiation from the bomb traveled into your blood stream, and attacked your system. That's why you've been sick. Then, when your body gave out...That's when your white blood cells had gone to a level that they couldn't come back out of. What you have is called (Acute...Something I can't remember) Leukemia, which is a type of blood cancer, which can be treated, but may not work for long. I'm sorry."

Both Sokka, Katara, and Aang froze at the doctor's words. They were terrified for Aang. Terrified that he wouldn't make it...And simply terrified of what might lie ahead of them. How were they supposed to pay for all of this? Their dad hadn't even met Aang before, and he and his sister knew that they didn't have enough money even if they pulled together. Sokka feared that they would have to send Aang to an orphanage, or to a family that could pay all the hospital bills he was probably going to need.

But money wasn't the thing that bothered Sokka. It was the fact that he felt he wasn't there for his little siblings when they needed him most. Katara needed him. She wasn't going to be able to get through this, whether Aang lived or not, without Sokka. And Aang...Aang needed his support the most now. He needed his big brother and sister to take care of him, to make him feel safe, and loved. Sokka hoped he could be there for the both of them.

Aang - Hope

Cute...A cute...Acute? Lyotinbick..chick...Leukemia...What? Aang lay on the pale white bed, tucked into a pale white blanket, leaning against a pale white pillow, inside a pale white room, which doctors wearing pale white coats (or..whatever those things are..hehe) around him, telling him something about white, white, white, and...blood? Cancer? He couldn't seem to process anything after that...He felt like he had gone braindead.

"...which can be treated, but may not work..." I...I'm going to die... he thought, catching a bit of the doctor's last few words. I...don't want to die... A few tears slid down his cheeks. He looked over towards Sokka, who was standing off to the side of the small crowd of doctors, nurses, and students - who were learning how to be both.

"No..." Aang whispered. "NO! I DON'T WANT TO DIE! STOP LYING! SOKKA, MAKE THEM STOP LYING!" Sokka looked down sadly. He knew there was nothing he could do. They were telling him the truth. "Aang," he said quietly, walking towards the boy, and resting on one knee beside him. "...They're not lying."

The world began to spin around Aang. His life, his hopes, his dreams...How could they be gone so quickly? Just yesterday he was fine, and now...Now he was beginning a fight between life and death.

I need to win this... Aang thought. But he felt so...tired. So cold...So scared.

"Sokka...I...I'm scared..." he whispered. "It's okay," Sokka replied, also whispering, "I'm here for you, buddy. We'll make it through this." Sokka managed a small, hopeful smile, which Aang returned, unsure. Tears began to stream down his face, "I don't want to die..." Sokka pulled him into a hug. I can't die... Aang thought as he cried on his brother's shoulder.

Phew! Sorry about the rushed ending, I was just trying to escape from all the Aangst. Hehe...

Yea, Aang's portion was pretty short, but who cares.

K...

-Yayz for Aang-pain!

-Hm..Kataang coming? Not sure...

-Yay for Sokaang brotherliness! I wuvz dat. They iz good bros.

-Oh, so dramatic. Or that's what I'm shootin' for. Lolz.

-Yea, Aang and Hakoda haven't met yet. Actually, they may never meet. Who knows haaha.

Nay...

-Seemed short to me...Idk. I'm on WordPad.

-So so so so so so so SO sorry if I jacked any of the Leukemia info stuff up. I do not want to offend any Leukemia patients and/or survivors, nor the deceased, so no offense. I'm just a 12 year old without a life in a messy room on a puny laptop. Bear with me.

-Kind of rushed ending. Idk. Sowwyz.

See ya'll next time!

-Kazuki Nalyn Pippenpaddelotsocopolis-

:) Peace!