Hello peeples. Here is the new update. I hope it satisfies your needs! I have been imagining this part since before I came up with everything else in the story. I tried my best to make it full of emotion and I hope it is good enough.

Just a heads up, this chapter is done from Katara's POV. If you read the last chapter you will understand why. I hope this doesn't make it all weird... I know some people just don't like her POV.

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I don't want you to go but I want you so, So tell me what we choose.- Fools

Her eyes were staring at a hazy image in front of her.

She was walking down a path and in front of her stood two separate branches. The paths led her in different directions, and she had no idea what laid at the end of either. Both ways looked promising but she had an ominous feeling that whichever direction she chose would always carve her future. She was at an impasse.

Her heart told her to go one way, while her mind was telling her the other way. So she stood at the break trying to figure out what to do. Finally an idea came to her.

She closed her eyes and took a blind step.

Even though the destination was unclear, she knew somewhere deep down which path she had to take. And she trusted herself to decipher which one she needed to choose. So when her foot touched down on the soft soil in front of her, she knew she had chosen correctly.

And then she opened her eyes, ready to take on any challenges that stood in her way. But when she took in her environment, she noticed that she was no longer on a path.

Confusion hit her in a wave, and it took a moment for her to figure out where she was. She shifted her head and hit a bedpost with a soft thud. Realization struck her and her hands moved to push aside the blankets that engulfed her body. She was dreaming... but she didn't remember falling asleep. All she remembered was… Aang.

For some reason he was consuming every one of her thoughts. She saw his face and his hands and his smile and his posture. Pictures and memories from the night before just kept flicking across her mind. Seeing everything again just made her smile to herself. She was happy that she had finally forgiven him. Her hate for him had been an unwanted burden. All she wanted was to lo-.

She stopped her thought before it could completely form. She needed to focus on something else. Something that didn't confuse her feelings.

So, she slowly untangled herself from the mess of fabric around her, and she lifted her head to look around the room, unconsciously hoping that Aang was in there. Waiting for her to wake.

She shook her head, struggling to stop thinking these absurd thoughts.

Suddenly her door burst open and she found herself staring into Toph's blank eyes.

"Katara. We need you." Her voice held an urgency that sent a strangely frightened feeling through Katara's body. She didn't like it.

She stood, ignoring her straining muscles, and rushed to the door. Toph gestured for her to follow and they made their way out of the room, and down the narrow hallway.

When the walls opened up to reveal the open living area, Katara found herself frozen in shock.

Her brother stood in front of her, holding a limp body.

Her first instinct was to look at Sokka's face to figure out what was happening, silently hoping she was still dreaming.

His face was set in a concerned gaze, something that was rarely found on his features. Once again, Katara felt her body shiver with fear. Then she remembered that her brother was holding someone in his arms.

With slight hesitation, she took a step closer to examine the face of the body. One step was not enough, so she moved to take another when someone grabbed her arm.

She turned her face around to find herself staring at Suki. Suki looked into her eyes for only a second before her eyes darted to the floor. Even though it was just for a second, she was able to recognize that her face matched everyone that she had seen this morning. Suki looked like she wanted to say something but she kept her mouth shut, holding in her voice.

Katara was starting to get scared. Her eyes darted around the room trying to comprehend what was causing this reaction in the people she loved most. As she looked around the room she realized that she was wrong. Two faces did not have the expression. Because they were not in the room.

Kantu and Aang.

With sickening dread she shook her arm out of Suki's grasp and she stared back towards body, finally understanding. Everyone's faces suddenly made since. The puzzle pieces finally clicked.

And then she shattered. Everything stood still. A shearing sound cut into her ears and all she could hear was her quickening heartbeat. Her eyes widened with horror. She didn't want to believe what she knew. She couldn't believe what she knew. She shook her head in slow motion. No. No. No. No. NO.

Everyone clearly saw her sudden shut down.

"Katara. Calm down. We found him near the fountain. He need's you too be calm so you can heal him." Sokka desperately tried to explain to her. But she wasn't listening. She was just staring.

And just like that, time came crashing back into her. She finally heard his words.

She crossed the room with quick, urgent steps, and approached the person in Sokka's arms. When she was only a foot away, her attention was drawn to the blood. There was a lot of blood. The entirety of the man's face was covered in it, making it almost unrecognizable. His body was covered in blood stains that had permeated through his clothing layer.

She had never feared the sight of blood but as she stood there, she started to retch. This blood was leaking from someone she loved. This blood was his life. And with every minute she stood there, it was draining away.

With one more step she was standing above him. And as she looked down into the lifeless features, she realized she had already known who it was. But seeing his face now brought back every feeling from last night. One in particular that she had refused to accept. One that she was trying to bury. One that his broken face dredged back into her thoughts.

She flung her hand towards her mouth, trying to stifle back a sob of surprise and grief. She didn't need a mirror to know that her face was covered in agony from the sight before her.

"Lay him on the couch." She stuttered through her hands, careful to keep her eyes locked on her best friend that was laying in front of her. She tried to keep her voice strong for him, but it was only a matter of time before she could not hold back her pain.

But Sokka did not move.

"Kata-" he started to say.

She snapped her head up and focused her icy eyes on him. Her hand was gone from her mouth this time. And she channeled all of her emotions into the next seven words that fell from her mouth.

"I SAID MOVE HIM TO THE COUCH." She didn't mean to sound so… threatening. But her tortured feelings had to come out some way. And luckily her unyielding tone was not questioned this time.

Sokka shuffled over to the couch that sat against the back wall. He set the body down gingerly, careful not to aggravate any of the wounds that plagued his body. When Sokka turned to get out of the way, he almost ran into Katara, who already stood firmly over the body.

"Now everyone leave." She never broke eye contact with the broken man beneath her. She just stared, trying to remember what his face had looked like when he had held her the night before. Trying to remember his touch. The touch that had pulsed with all the life he lacked as he laid beneath her.

"Katara, you need help and he is our friend too!" Suki uttered from somewhere behind her. Katara had already forgotten that she was there. She had forgotten everyone but the bloody person in front of her.

"No. I need to do this alone. You can see him when I'm done." And with that everyone cleared out of the room, leaving her alone with him.

Her best friend. Aang.

Although she didn't want to leave his side, she knew she had to find some water so she relieve him of the pain that coursed through his veins.

Quickly she ran to the bathing room and grabbed a bowl of water. She seized the bowl so fast that she spilled some onto the ground. Cursing herself, she bended the water back into the bowl and ran back to Aang's side. She couldn't afford to waste the precious time. Aang needed her.

With a swift slide of her hand she bended the water into a small orb and let it surround her hand. She then moved quickly, trying to heal him as fast as possible.

Starting with his bloody face, she cleaned off the dried blood and healed a few small bruises. The bruises were easy and took little effort to heal.

His forehead was the worst spot. It held a large gash, and purple spots blossomed around the area. She tried her best to heal it, hoping there was no damage to what was just beneath his skull. When she placed her hand atop his head, she could sense the pain that the gash held. It was not a promising feeling.

After finishing his head, she moved to his torso. Using a water whip, she sliced the soft fabric that covered him. Her nimble hands pulled his shirt carefully over his arms, trying to get as much room as possible. Usually she would blush and stammer from the sight of his bare figure, but this time she only received a shudder of sorrow. His exposed chest gave her a picture of how brutal the attacker had been. One of his ribs was obviously broken, probably caused by kicking. And there were so many bruises. His pale complexion was barely visible through all of the purple and blue splotches. One bruise was as large as her hand and it was still gaining color.

How could someone do something so cruel?

But despite her despair, she healed as many bruises as possible. It took much more effort, and by the time she was finished, she was seeing black spots on the edge of her already blurry vision. Towards the end, she had started crying. And she still hadn't stopped.

Why didn't he just stay with her last night. If she hadn't fallen asleep, he could have stayed with her forever. Then he wouldn't be lying here. Broken.

It was her fault.

Her fault.

Her fault.

The words just kept repeating themselves. And she listened to them.

Her body shook with a silent sob and she moved a weak hand to caress his face. His eyes were closed like he was sleeping, but she could tell he was not dreaming.

She wished it had been her.

He didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve all this pain. He deserved to be sitting beside her. Or holding her. Or laughing with her.

He deserved anything but this.

Suddenly everything she had been holding back since the day he left unearthed itself. Her sobs became even heavier. She was sure that everyone could hear her. But all she could think about was how she had felt when Aang had held her.

She had felt safe. And happy. And alive.

And now he had none of those things. He was barely holding onto life.

She sat beside him for an eternity. Hoping he would wake. So she could tell him everything she was feeling. So she could confess.

She was prepared to wait for him like he had waited for her last night. She wasn't going to leave until he was awake. She would stay there until those gray eyes fluttered open and looked into hers.

With one quick motion, she moved her head so her lips were right next to his ear.

"Please w-wake up." she whispered, clasping her crying eyes shut. Her voice was ragged and tender from all of her crying and the healing was taking its toll on her weak body.

Then she moved her lips up a few inches and pressed them lightly against one of the bruises on his cheek. She didn't think about what she was doing. She just did it. In the back of her mind, she remembered how she had done the same thing in her dream. She had just closed her eyes and let her body choose.

Suddenly a cold hand rested upon her shoulder.

She had been so absorbed in Aang, that she hadn't noticed him enter the room.

"Katara. I heard what happened… Are you okay?" Kantu said with a shaky voice.

All Katara could do was spin around and hug him. Maybe he could make her pain melt away. But as she hugged him, she noticed that she felt none of the things she had felt when she had hugged Aang. She just felt like… she was hugging someone. Nothing more. No emotion. No life.

When she broke away from him, she looked into his eyes hoping to find comfort. But he would not meet her eyes. She didn't understand why, but she didn't have enough energy left to care. She suddenly remembered the question he had originally asked her.

"I'm fine. I just don't-I don't understand." She choked a little on her words. When she stuttered, Kantu reached a steady hand out and grabbed her hands that were still quivering from everything that had happened. It curved some of the stabbing grief that had been digging into her. But it didn't curve enough.

"Understand what?" Kantu questioned her.

"Who would do this? Why?" She knew her questions could not be answered, yet she still had to ask. Maybe the universe would send her a sign if she begged hard enough. But if the universe really cared, it would just wake Aang up.

"Honey, you don't blame yourself do you?" He searched her eyes trying to figure out what she was thinking. She answered his question with a fresh stream of tears flowing down her cheeks.

"Katara. You couldn't have prevented this. And you just did your best to heal him. He is going to be fine!" He made a smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. It wasn't a genuine smile. And Katara couldn't stand it, so she instead turned her eyes to his hand that was still gripping hers.

She studied how his wrist met his hand and how his fingers extended from his palm. She ran her finger along his tendon and traced it to the knuckles. When she reached his middle knuckle, he pulled his hand away. But he did not pull away fast enough.

Her eyes slammed open with realization and she stared back up at Kantu's fabricated smile. It sent a shiver down her spine.

"You are going to be fine." He said in a comforting tone. But she knew that his tone was just as fake as his smile.

And then he dropped his hand to his side.

Revealing every knuckle. And the purple tint that were painted upon them.

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