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“Water..”
He weakly pleads to his sister, who is also feeling unwell from the terrible storm that struck yesterday. Sokka nuzzles his cheek against Appa’s soft fur, hoping to find a more comfortable position, although the fever makes him feel warmer than Appa himself.
“I don't have any water, Sokka. Momo should be back any minute…”
Katara sighed, wrapping her arms around her shaking body, pale and sick. She is also lying on the fuzzy flying bison, not far from her trembling brother.
Sokka couldn't help but groan under his breath as he gathered all of the strength that had left and carried himself up on his unsteady feet.
“Sokka, lay down- Aang is gonna be back soon..”
“No, Katara, just…just stay here, I’ll get us some water-”
“Sokka-”
She weakly muttered, looking up at her brother with her eyes half closed. Her vision was blurred and hazy with fever.
“J-just stay here, I'll be right back..I promise, just…just stay put..yeah?”
Sokka nodded, more to himself as if to ensure this totally isn't a crazy idea, before turning on his heel and carefully walking down the steep hill they were trapped on. Appa just loudly groaned in disapproval over his impulsive decision to gather water supplies. at least temporarily till Aang comes back with some medicine.
He slowly continued his way down the hill of stones, stumbling over some of the pebbles, watching them tumble and roll down the mountain. He looked down beneath to see a strong current of water flowing somewhere…but hey, there's water!
He was about to take another careful step towards the water, but before he could catch himself, he accidentally slipped on one of the rocks. The last thing he could remember was a loud and painful thud into the back of his head following a sharp, painful fall into the deep body of water. Cold, stinging pain flooded every part of his body.
He was drowning, sick, and on the brink of passing out.
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