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Chapter five: Hospital

An excited yell rose from her throat and the others when Aang walked into the ring. The bowl of popcorn jerked in her lap from everyones hands digging out handful's. She ignored the boys surrounding her and stared intently at the large flat screen T.V. Aang was in light weight but he had many times sparring taken down heavy weight. His small frame bashfully smiled at the fans. Aang "The wind boy" Moonmist. The wind boy was the nickname they had presented him due to the fact that he moved so quick it was like he was the wind. He was also strong for his weight, unnaturally so. A boy about his height entered the ring, the boy may have been his height but he was double his width.

All the men in the gym booed. The announcer in the T.V. rumbled his name to the audience. No one bothered to remember it. Aang smiled at the teenager and sincerley told him good luck while the other beefier man spat it out and gripped his and to hard, the ass. Once in their sepereate corners their coaches - Aangs coach was Pakku - the bell rang and the fight started. Katara turned her head at to Jet who thought he could cope a feel while she was distracted.

"Damn it Jet, cut it out before I freeze your hands to a tree!" She screamed trowing her bowl of popcorn at his head. Quickly turning her attention back to the screen she smirked to see the older boy sprawled out on the floor, Aang smiling and waving to his fans. After thirteen rounds Aang finally one, he didn't get hit once. The judges were all yelling and fighting with each other in the back of the shot, but the T.V stayed on Aang as he signed an autograph for a girl his age, she had two large pig tails and a gap.

"My names Meng!" She screamed to him. He smiled cutely at her and pointed to herself.

"Aang," He yelled back before laughing. "We rhyme!" He grinned she smiled also and handed him a piece of paper. Toph sat stiffly next to her.

"Does Aang rhyme with death?" Toph asked innocently. Haru looked down at her from his sprawled seat on the couch.

Haru looked thoughtful for a moment. "No," He concluded.

Toph frowned and stood. "It will soon." She spat cracking her knuckles.

Katara grinned watching Toph exit the room. She looked at all the boys and men. All sprawled around her draped across furniture and dropped to the floor, her family. Gran-gran was in the kitchen making a large fest for all the boys to eat. She was standing to go help when Haru's phone rang.

"What," Haru yawned into the phone. She rolled her eyes, how polite.

"Yeah she's right here... What? ... No, I haven't seen her were a cast since she left the hospital," Screaming could be heard on the other line and Haru gently pulled the phone from his ear.

"Well I thought it was like a twenty four hour cast and then her wrist would be healed," A scream echoed from the phone.

"THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS A TWENTY FOUR HOUR CAST, YOU DOLT!" Sokka's voice could be heard from the phone. Haru brought it back to his ear and whispered an apology.

"Yeah ... no she hasn't been using it since she came back from the hospital." Haru nodded.

"Ok." He hung up and peered up at her guiltily.

"Katara, you have to got to the hospital." His voice was stern but hesitant all in one. Panic rose in her. Letting out a sigh she nodded her head and trudged to the stairs.

"Let me get some cloths on." She called gently over her shoulder. Haru nodded and watched her slowly walk up the stairs. Jet came back from the kitchen and plopped down next to him on the floor. Looking around Jet swallowed the rest of his pear and looked up at Haru on the couch.

"Where's Katara?" Jet asked whipping the juice from his mouth. Haru grinned.

"Sokka called a second ago, he wanted us to go check on her in the hospital. When i told him she wasn't he flipped. When he asked about her wrist i told him it was fine, he asked about the cast and we got into this whole thing about twenty-four hour cast and stuff. But anyways she's getting dressed to go to the hospital right now." Haru nodded staring at Aang as he excitedly yelled shout outs to all of them. Jet leaned his back against the couch and nodded before taking another bite of the peach. Staring blankly at the T.V he turned his attention back to Haru.

"Wasn't she wearing jeans and a shirt?" Jet asked swiping his sleeve under his chin.

Haru looked confused. "I don't think so, cause if she was, why would she need to change ... Oh fucking hell!" Haru scrambled over Jet and dashed up the stairs.


Katara panted dashing down the alley, of course the alley always the alley. The city they lived in was packed with them. Maybe she could find Zuko or Lee are whatever she was supposed to call him. Tripping on the sidewalk she cursed when her wrist held the weight of her body a snap crack inside, another broken bone how perfect. A figure slinked down the alley and a smile light her face. Dashing down the alley she grabbed his shoulder.

"Hey Zuk-" The man she turned around was tall, about Zuko's height. He had striking gold eyes and a long solid black beard. His cold eyes scanned her.

"Were you about to say Zuko?" He questioned. His voice was strong and cold. She nodded lost in his eyes, gold eyes. Where they contacts?

"Yeah." She whispered. The handsome middle aged man's lips curled.

"Where is he!" His voice was piercing through her like lightning splitting her in half she shivered. The guy was pissed.

"I don't know." Her voice was surprisingly solid. The mans eyes narrowed further. He eyed her as if seeing her for the first time. A smirk etched onto his face causing her to hold very still.

"Tell him, pretty things that he leaves on the road will eventually get stolen." He purred his words defiantly having a double meaning. A frown tugged her lips down word.

"And freaky old men out in the cold might get their nuts frozen off by irrated Alaskan girls." She spat out of instinct. Before she could even gather her breath from speaking she was pinned against a slimy wall by her throat. Gasping and clawing at his hand she spluttered.

"Watch you're tongue before I bit it off." He hissed bringing his face closer. Sucking in air she spat out a few words again out of habit.

"Thanks for the proverbs Dr.Seuss." She said weakly. A weird noise came from his throat, defiantly irritated throat. He raised his hand. She wasn't as scared as she should have been, getting hit was a part of life. But before he could bring down his fist a figure jumped down from the fire escape and tackled his body to the floor.