Three days later
Katara hadn't left her bedroom since that night. She laid in bed crying, refusing to eat. Zuko was worried sick. He never left her side. Sokka was visiting that day and he was sitting next to her holding her hand.
"Katara, you have to eat, you can't live like this." He said with tears in his eyes. "You have us all worried sick," he said, glancing up at Zuko. Katara just stared at the wall.
"Look, I know what you went through was horrible and I don't blame you for being upset and grieving, but you have to eat." She remained unmoving and Sokka sighed and looked up at Zuko and jerking his head towards the door. They both got up and went out into the hallway.
"Losing the baby was the worst thing that could've happened to her. She's beside herself with grief and I don't know how to help her." Zuko said sinking down to the floor with his head in his hands.
"Just keep talking to her. Just keep trying." Sokka said with a frown. "I know my sister. She's the strongest person I know. She'll get through this"
"How can you be so sure about that?"
"I can't, but I have to believe she will." Sokka patted Zuko on the shoulder and went back into the room and Zuko went to get some water.
He stood at the kitchen sink and stared out the window, watching the waves wash upon the beach. He thought back to that day where they were walking on the beach without a care in the world. He wished they could go back in time to when they were that happy.
