Author's Note: I'm sorry the last chapter hasn't been great. I've been a tiny bit depressed and a little brain dead; you'll have to excuse me. Anyways, there is a lot to happen. :D
Kyoto soon came out of the bathroom. When she did, there was tear streaks on her cheeks, but the rest of her face looked washed up. No one wanted to say anything. Sokka was outside, staring at the sky. Aang was on the bed, staring at the ceiling. He was scarred for life now, and Katara feared he would never act the same. She was sitting on a chair next to the bed, and was sweetly holding his hand gently in her own, moving her hands up and down. Aang looked at her and tried to smile in gratitude, but could not.
Kyoto looked at the ground and blushed. "Sorry about that…um…I'm sure you're all hungry...there's a few apples and bread in the pantry…and a well behind the house… I'm afraid that's all I have." Katara nodded in understanding, and smiled weakly "Thank you, I'm sure that will be fine." Aang just turned over and let his face sink into the pillow. "I'm…not hungry." Katara touched his shoulder gently, whispering "…Aang." She hated seeing him this way. But Sokka rushed inside, and tried to smile for Kyoto. "Thanks! That would be great." His voice sounded calm and almost happy enough, but his eyes told a different story. He was really missing Suki. Walking over to the pantry, he took out three apples and went back outside. Appa was outside, lying on his back, asleep. Although the bison is cared about of course, he was being ignored for the time being. Everyone was wrapped in their own thoughts.
Soon, after Sokka ate, and Katara tried to get Aang to eat, nightfall came too soon. There was only one bed, so Sokka and Katara lay out on the floor in sleeping bags, Kyoto on her bed. Aang was next to Katara, his hand in hers. She had trouble letting go, and he didn't want her to.
After about three hours, Kyoto, Sokka, and Aang were asleep. Katara was still up. Suddenly, she heard Sokka tossing and turning. His face was red, releasing all his inner hurt. Then, he yelled out "Suki! Please don't leave! You can't! Please…you just can't…can't…can't..." Katara got out of her sleeping bag, and sat down next to her brother, taking his hand in hers. "Sokka...it's a nightmare…everything's okay. It's not real." He woke up in a cold sweat, realizing his hand was in Katara's. He sat up, sitting close to her, and burying his head in his hands. "Yes it is…it is…" he said quietly, a few tears rolling down his cheeks and into his hands. Aang opened his eyes, shivering. "Katara?" he asked quietly. He got up, and walked next to her, as if afraid to be alone. Leaning lightly against her he said "I had a nightmare…I saw everything." Then, just a few tears rolled down his cheeks.
Katara looked at Aang, and said "I wish this never happened…but you'll see. We'll forget, in time." There were so many emotions in the room, everyone's heart was ripped. Katara stood up, and walked over to her sleeping bag. She wanted the night to be over, for a new to start. She wanted so badly, for everyone to begin to forget. "We should get some sleep. Everything will be better in the morning." She said quietly. Turning over in her sleeping bag, though, she was hiding tears. Aang sat next to her, laid down close by, and closed his eyes. "I don't know if I can…" he said quietly. He was afraid of getting another nightmare. This whole experience changed him, made his childish fears unleash. He was afraid, truly afraid. He didn't know when the fear would pass.
When the morning came, Katara would have an announcement.