Previously, on Avatar:

Aang's wound had been infected. Sokka and Katara don't know any nearby earth villages or kingdoms. What will they do?

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"SOKKA, DO SOMETHING!"

"WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO, SING TO HIM? I DON"T KNOW WHAT TO DO!"

"PUT HIM ON APPA! THEN WE'LL GO FIND HELP."

Meanwhile, Katara used the last of the herbs to ease his pain, but it did nothing whatsoever to stop poison getting injected into his body caused by the wound every second. They had no time to get the remainder of their stuff, as Appa rose off in a desperate attempt to find help. During their search, Aang whispered something. Sokka and Katara both heard the whisper, but had no idea what he said.

"Aang? Aang? Say it again! Please say it again!" Katara shouted

But Aang became unconscious once more.

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After a couple of hours of flying, they found a village, which had the sign : "never ever forever" inscribed at the entrance. As they landed, crowds of people gathered around them. A few of them whispered "that's the Avatar!" and a couple others said "is he sleeping?" and some elders said "I remember when I was that young…and bald."

Sokka practically screamed out to the crowd: "We need a doctor! A DOCTOR! DON'T JUST STAND THERE, DO SOMETHING!

Suddenly a tall man with glasses appeared through the crowd. "I am a doctor. What seems to be the problem?"

"THEAVATARHASANINFECTEDWOUNDANDIFYOUDONTDOSOMETHINGSOONHEISGOINGTODIE!" Katara shouted, panting heavily for breath. Carefully she lifted his shirt, and let the doctor and the crowd see Aang's wound. The crowd gasped.

Suddenly the doctor became serious. "Get him inside that building right there, the blue one. Hurry. I have to start right away. There isn't much time left by the looks of his injury and his pale face."

Sokka and Katara, with the help of two other villagers, carried Aang to the doctor's house. Carefully, they let him down on what seemed to be a operation table. Katara's eyes were filled with fear and panic, as the doctor said, "You kids go to the kitchen. My wife will prepare something for you two to eat. You two looked starved. I will inform you when it is…over."

"WHAT DO YOU WHEN IT IS OVER?"

"We'll, I am a highly trained doctor, and I have spent 38 years in medicine and the human body, with its functions. I know when someone can be saved, and when someone cannot. By the looks of your friend, he may not live…BUT, judging that he is the Avatar, I will therefore conclude that he has a 50/50 chance of survival after my operation."

"I DON'T WANT 50/50! I WANT 100/0! DON'T TELL ME WHAT HIS CHANCES ARE! JUST MAKE SURE HE LIVES!"

"I can only help him to the best of my abilities. I am sorry. I also know the risks of the Avatar dying. The fire lord will rule the earth if he dies. I will use all my power and time devoted to the Avatar, to make sure he lives. I am sorry, but that is all that I can promise you."

And with that, the doctor went inside the room, closing the doors behind him.