Uh! and no I'm not dead just been really busy with other oneshots/story's still in the making, this took a month to finally come up with the final product but here it is, based partially off of Kumai290's story"Series of Fluffy Kataang Clouds"very small drabble just like Pestering was. I just fixed it up a little bit. I hope this ones better than my last one. Since I didn't get any reviews for my last chapter should I rewrite or fix it up? Review please and tell me what you think about that. Anyhow . . .

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Sick

It was sunny winter afternoon in the Southern Watertribe people were about shopping and going on with there daily business. Ever since the war ended the once giant block of ice had turned into a vast city practically identical to its sister tribe up north. With tall ice buildings, river canal streams connecting some of the main travel ways of the city. The waterbenders trained and preformed in large courtyards.

In the far side of the city rested Cheif Hakoda's palace. At first he had been against the idea but after much persuasion from Gran Gran and her newly wed husband Pakku he agreed. Sokka loved it and for the first few hours he ran around the palace shouting I'm "I a prince! O yeah, I'm a prince!". He drove everyone crazy and embarrassed his girlfriend Suki tremendously. While as for Katara could really care less for her it only met duty Though if someone hadn't stopped him she would of smacked him up top the head with a waterwhip. Luckily for Sokka, that didn't happen.

The palace itself was busy, servants rushing around from room to room, Hakoda, Pakku, and Kanna were attending a meeting to discuss the daily events. Sokka was off galivanting with Suki in the new market place.

However above on the palaces second floor, high above all of commotion and heck days of the people of the South everything was quiet and still.

The young Avatar stood by his girlfriends bedside watching her with concerned and worry some eyes as she went through another restless sleep. The waterbender had recently comedown with a strange illness that was believed by the healers to be life threatening. He had been warned by them to stay away from her to avoid coming down with it as well and be spared the same fate many believed would befallen the young girl.

Aang was determined for her make a full recovery from the start for Katara was his everything and need him now more than ever. He would not fail her he knew that for certain though he had failed the world several times the sleeping girl before him was one thing he'd never fail.

The 13 yr old looked down upon the sleeping waterbender. Tears weld up in the corners of his eyes as he tried to force what the healer had told him only hours ago out of his head.

Flashback . . . .

"We've tried everything all we can do is wait and hope for the best"

"B.but will she make it" he asked hopefully.

The women looked from the young Avatar to the girl lying still on the bed scarcely breathing then back to him, a look of sadness on her face.

"If things keep up the way they are then I'm afraid we might lose her" she told him softly "For very few people have survived this type of sickness, its killed more than have survived. And judging by how things have been going, I'm afraid the answer would mostly likely be a no"

Aang felt his heart plummet 'No! She couldn't die on him, he loved her she couldn't leave him, he'd do anything, he wouldn't fail her'.

"T.there's got to be something, anything you can do I.I. mean . . .", he pleaded desperately.

The healer could only look at him with sympathy but only shook her head making his heart feel like it would break.

"Only time will tell", she replied softly and looked back at the ill girl a few feet in front of them "Now come she needs to rest".

Aang could only comply by following the women out the door head down and a heavy heart as he came to the realization that his only love may not make it.

The door closed behind them with a soft thud followed by vanishing footsteps until all was still. Unknown to the two benders Katara had heard the whole conversation and was silently crying.

End of Flashback . . . .

"I've failed the world before but I won't fail you Katara, I promise", he whispered softly as he watched her chest rise and fall slowly shaking every so often as she took in short painful breaths with great difficultly.

'She looks so peaceful', he thought with a sad smile.

Her tan face was flushed and was pale and sickly looking, eyes sunken in, and her mangled chocolate brown hair was spread out messily over her pillow. Her tong was white and moist along with the inside of mouth from dehydration and she could barely eat or let alone hold anything down.

Reaching a hand out he brushed the back of his hand against her sweaty forehead that he found was still burning with an intense fever.

"O Katara", he muttered sadly to himself.

A few moments passed before she began gasping desperately for air and gagging. Her eyes flew open as she continued trying to breath. Panicking Aang, wrapped one arm around her waist and one on her back and held her up against his chest, then began massaging her back as she slowly and painstakingly gained back her breath.

Once gaining back her breath Aang laid her back down, gently. Her eyes were closed as she took in staggered, painful breaths. After a few long minutes her eyes opened first looking up at the ceiling before turning her head slightly to look at him.

She looked up at him with her big ocean blues, which were now a faded blueish gray, showing no emotions. Her illness had drained her of all her energy and left her in a weak feeble state.

"Aang?", she asked her voice so soft it was barely even there at all.

"Yes Katara its me, I'm here", he replied softly, while taking a seat next to her on the bed and stroked her hair gently.

The girl suddenly entered a coughing fit gasping for air with each breath as fluid once again entered her lungs.

"It hurts", she said threw her coughing, with a hint of pain in it.

"I know" Aang whispered softly as he placed on hand under her head and another on her back and held her close to him, "I know".

The 15 yr old sagged in his arms melting to it wanting nothing more to return it. They stayed that way for a while until Aang believed she had fallen asleep. The young Avatar watched her chest rising and fall slowly and the peaceful look on her face made him smile despite it all.

"Am I going . . . to die Aang?", she suddenly whispered causing him to jump slightly in suprise. She opened her eyes slowly to reveal dull blue eyes shined with fear as her frail body shook and her throat strained from the effort.

"Of course your not Katara don't ever say something like that you'll make it I know you will", he said softly trying to sound brave for her sake, while taking her hand in his own and giving it a encouraging squeeze, knowing the odds were against them.

"But I heard one of the healers tell you I. . . I was going to die", tears weld up in her eyes as she breathed in heavy, painful breaths.

The Airbender reached out with his free hand and gently stroked her cheek.

"Sh . . Katara your not going to die, I promise I'll do everything I can before we could ever consider that", he told her in a comforting voice which he suddenly felt guilty for. He knew he was telling the truth but the was the what ifs? But no one wanted to think of those.

"Promise?", the 15 yr old asked suddenly after a little silence.

"Promise", he assured her giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.

He could tell she was was slightly comforted by his words as he saw a small smile grace her features. "Thanks Aang, she thanked him softly trying not to bring strain to her soar throat.

The Avatar scooted over to her side and bent over her, placing his hands on either sides of her, as he leaned over her and whispered 'Your welcome', before kissing her forehead tenderly.

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