Perfect Life

Chapter 3- People

Warning! Contains: Swearing, Pecks, Oogie-Trigger, Screaming, Crying, Pain, Singing, 

(A/N: Day 6 loves! 10:00 am right now. Big warning: I'm not in college. I don't know how it works. Please tell me what I did/do wrong.)

KATARA'S POV:

I grunted as I slowly tightened my grip on the crutch. I looked up at Aang and shook my head. "Nice try, but I'm not doing this."  He shook his head and laughed a little bit, a small blush forming on my face as I placed the crutches against my bed and sat down on it unevenly. 

"What?" I asked, seeing him look at me so intensely. His eyes were going up and down on my body, looking at every inch of me. He blushed as if he had been caught doing something, which I thought was fucking adorable. 

"Nothing, I just haven't seen your entire body in over a year," he whispered. "You're beautiful; just like you always were." It was now my turn to blush as I turned my head around so he couldn't see my rosy cheeks, but when I did turn back around to meet his eyes, he was just giving me a soft smile. 

His eyes are entrancing. They're grey, light grey, but they have so much meaning. So much pain and fear, so much hurt and love, so much hate and happiness, so many memories. I wish I had even one memory of my old life at this point. 

I sighed and shook my head. "You're cute. But no, I can't use the crutches. It's not gonna work." He raised his eyebrow at me, and I was amused by his goofy grin as if asking me, "Really?" I shrugged, checking my answer. 

"You're a doctor and a therapist, and now you're going to tell me that you can't get up and walk?" I nodded, then I stopped in my tracks. "Ok, I get doctor. But since when was I a therapist?" He gave me that same smile again. 

"Since a tragedy happened a few years back?" I rolled my eyes. "It's nothing, really. Just get up, come on, we've got work to do." I sighed and shook my head. "Listen. We can get me to work on these crutches again once you tell me how close we were. But until then, I'm in a wheelchair." 

He laughed and shook his head happily. "I'm not telling you because I already did. I said we were best friends, and it was nothing more. So drop it!" I laughed with him as the two of us smiled, and then I started scolding myself. His smile gave me butterflies. Butterflies. He just told me that we were only friends and I'm catching feelings. Die in a hole, Kat.

He grabbed my crutches again and put them in front of me, hoisting me up to my feet. "Come on," he whispered lovingly, "up and 'attem. We don't have all day." I rolled my eyes playfully. "We have as much time as we need to." He smiled at me. 

"Of course we do. And I'm trying to take it easy on you. But we can either work on walking all day or we can work on school work." I started nodding my head, "yeah, can we do that? It seems like I have a lot of work to catch up on." He sighed in relief - which confused me - and put my crutches on the wall. 

"Of course," he whispered. "That's a lot easier. But I do have to tell you something." I nodded with a stupid smile on my face. "You're a waterbender." I widened my eyes. "Wait, does that mean-" He shrugged, taking my hands in his. I wanted to kick myself for feeling those butterflies. 

"I don't know. But you do take a bending class- and teach one. You used to be... uh... the best waterbender there is?" I raised my eyebrow and crossed my arms over my waist. "Really?" He nodded, taking my hands again. 

"Tars, you have to trust me." I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Fine. But now I can't stand up on my own, how do you expect me to become a waterbender again?" He shut his eyes. "I don't know." I frowned. He's sad. He's regretting. He's not ok.