Plink. Plink. Plink.
The steady drip of fluid against rock grated on Toph's nerves.
She tried hard to block it out, to focus on the sound of Sokka's heartbeat. It was so slow, she could barely feel his chest rise and fall beneath her hand.
The blood flow had stemmed. The wound wasn't fatal, but certainly more than a flesh wound. He would recover eventually, given time.
But did they have the time he needed? She hoped so. The alternative didn't bear thinking about.
With only the splash of water to keep her company, Toph waited patiently in the dark.