Summary: When Katara gets very sick soon after Sozin's Comet, Aang must take care of her. Post-War. Pairing- Kataang

Disclaimer: I own no part of Avatar: The last airbender. If I did, I would be rich.

-Sick Days-

Day 2 A Rough Night

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Aang sat down next to Katara, who was softly snoring, and smiled. She was clutching Momo to her chest and he was sound asleep as well. Aang took a bite of his soup and it was great! He should make this more often.

When he was finished, he cleaned out his bowl and cup and checked on Katara one last time. She was still sleeping peacefully so he smiled and went to his tent.

He laid down on his mat on the floor and fell asleep, not knowing that tonight he wouldn't be getting a lot of sleep.

After about 10 minutes, Aang was just about to fall asleep when-

"Aang? Cand I have a glass od water, plead?"

Aang slowly got up from his nice and warm bed and yawned. He walked to the bucket he kept the water in and slowly filled a teacup full of it. He walked over to where Katara was and bent down to hand her her water.

"Tank youd," Katara whispered as she began to gulp the cold water down her throat. She drank it in one slurp.

Aang kneeled down and kissed her forehead, "Goodnight, Katara,"

"Goudnight,"

Aang walked back to his tent and laid down, covering his self with a blanket. He yawned and fairly quickly fell asleep.

After about 2 hours, another obstacle came that made Aang not get enough sleep.

"Aand?"

No response.

"Aand?!"

Still no response.

"Aang!!!"

Aang woke with a start, blasting himself up in surprise. He knocked over his tent and fell in the heap that is his tent. He let out a fairly loud, 'Ouf'.

He scrambled out of the tent and walked like a zombie to Katara.

"Yes, Katara?" He asked as he sat next to Katara.

Katara tried to breathe in with her nose, but failed.

"Still clogged up?" Aang asked.

"Yah," Katara said with a sigh.

"So, what did you need?" Aang asked, sitting down next to Katara and putting a hand on her forehead.

"I…..well…..I had a bad dream." Katara admitted, sniffling.

"Oh," Aang said with a yawn, "Do you….Do you wanna talk about it?"

"Um…..no," Katara replied, scooting over a bit.

"Oh…..Okay," Aang said, slowly standing up and walking out of the tent.

"Waet!" Katara yelled, sticking her arm out towards Aang. He turned around and yawned again.

"What is it?" Aang asked, still looking like a zombie.

"I was…well. Kinda wonderin'…" Katara began.

"You were wondering if I would stay with you?" Aang finished for her.

Katara blushed. "Yah."

Aang sighed and ran to the heap that was his tent. He pulled his blanket out from under it and swung it over his shoulder. He walked back into the tent.

Once he got in, he plopped himself onto the floor next to Katara. She sat there staring at him. That is weirding me out.

He closed his eyes and Katara followed. Soon enough, she was sound asleep in his arms.

A few hours later, he was greeted with yet another interruption…

"Aang? I don't feel to good."

Aang opened his eyes, it was still pitch black outside. His eyes drifted to Katara who looked like she was about to throw up.

"Wh-what do ya mean?" Aang asked with a yawn.

"I mean, that I fell like I am going to throw up!" Katara attemped to yell, but only reached a normal speaking voice because her head hurt.

Aang's eyes widened. He jumped up from where he was lying and ran outside. He looked around for the bucket of water and he grabbed it. He dumped it out into the grass beside him and ran back in the tent with the bucket, just as Katara cried, "Aaaang!".

"He ya go, Katara," Aang breathed, "If you need to throw up, do it in there."

"Okay," Katara said, taking the bucket and she almost immediately threw up in it. She muttered 'ew' and put the bucket down. Aang handed her a rag to wipe her face with, which she did.

Aang took the bucket and placed it outside, he will clean it in the morning.

He walked back in and sat down, holding Katara in his arms, gently rocking her to sleep. As soon as she fell asleep, he did.

But he fell asleep…just to be woken up by another one.

"Aang?"

Aang's eyes opened zombie-like. He sighed in annoyance and plopped his face down in his pillow. "Yes?"

"Can I have another glass of water?"

Aang grunted and muttered incoherent things while he stood up to get water from the bucket. When he got to the bucket, he realized, Oh, it's full of barf…great

Aang sighed and bent the throw up out of the bucket and tossed it into the forest somewhere. He looked in the bucket and it still had the stench of barf…

So Aang went the Katara's bag and got some of her bottled soap and walked to the river. After his long hike there, he kneeled down by the river and cleaned the bucket. After that, he filled it with water and ran back to camp.

He gave Katara her glass of water and plopped himself down onto his and Katara's bed, grunting. When Katara was done with her water, she set down her glass and looked at Aang with a worried expression.

"Aang?"

Aang's eyes opened up angrily. "WHAT! WHAT COULD YOU POSSIBLY NEED NOW!"

Katara's eyes opened widely and tears started to form in the corners. "I just wanted to say sorry for making you get up so much just for me." And that did it, she started crying.

Aang instantly felt sorry for what he did, he pulled her into an embrace and apologized. "I'm sorry I yelled, I'm just tired," He said as he rocked her back and forth.

He heard Katara mutter 'It's okay'. Aang and Katara laid down and he started rubbing her back to hopefully get her to sleep. It worked. In about 10 minutes, she fell asleep.

Aang yawned and looked outside to see something he didn't want to see.

The sunrise.

Aang gaped at what he saw. "Aw, come on!" He yelled falling back onto the pillows and falling asleep.

It was really a rough night.