Tsawke|Tsu'tey/Oc

18-Zoslolu ronsem

Before I talk anymore about myself, Tsu'tey's wounds, the only thing keeping him from immediately guiding the clan to a healthy place. There where six bullets needing to be removed. The now grumpy and tired warrior demanded that he heal with his clan. But I insisted that we go treat his wounds at Hell's Gate.

As terrible as it is, Hell's gate is soon to be empty of anyone from the RDA. Those from the avatar program and some others are staying. Norm, Max, a few others. I would have chose Grace and Trudy to stay if they didn't pass. Trudy's Sampson went down over a place with water and we couldn't retrieve her. And we all know about Grace...

With Hell's Gate being evacuated, any Na'vi who needed healing was open to our resources. Max was dedicating a lot of his resources to giving back. And with all of these medical resources, and my wounds. He asked me if he could resubmerge my body in the amniotic tank.

I said yes, but now I have to see Tsu'tey as this.

I'm a bony, tan girl with long long dark hair and broken glasses. My rounded features had dissolved into obscurity due to the lack of nutrition in this body. But my complexion was fair and I wasn't dying. Letting him see me like this, is going to be... humiliating.

I had to move everything to Hell's Gate, it's not safe living in a place with shattered glass and unbreathable air.

As I slip on the mask, and step out into the sunlight, I'm greeted by the sky and the sunlight reflecting off the puddles on the pavement. And I slowly make my way through the clan, to where I know Tsu'tey is. So many had relocated here to heal their wounds, but many are still dying near the tree of souls.

And then I see him. He's tall and blue, standing on his own for the first time in a long time. His paint is still on, his visor had fallen off and his hair was filled with mud, sticks and leaves.

"What are yo-" and I hear him gasp as he turns to see me, "Kohane... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell. I thought you where another healer." He sat down to be eye level with me.

"No, it's okay. I'm glad you came here for healing, I know I told those doctors to back off. Max, my friend, he will be helping me remove the metal from your wounds." Max gave a small smile from behind me, I can tell because Tsu'tey gave me a weird look.

"Are you sure you are up to this? Last time you saw a wound you looked sick." He had been covering his wounds with a clean avatar shirt.

"Yes, it was the smell of the wound, luckily I can't smell as well like this." I put on the sterile gloves and Max carted along the tools that I'd need.

"You only studied two months with Yaney, is that enough?"

"Don't you trust me Tsu'tey? Now lean back and relax, it's hard to get foreign objects out of wounds when people are tense." I ushered.

"I trust you, but I'd be far more comfortable if this was just us. It's humiliating." He groaned and propped himself up against the wood of an obstacle from the course.

Max handed me the tweezers, they had slightly rounded but flat heads for gentle removal but I had a feeling that it wouldn't be as smooth as splinters and other wounds I healed with Yaney before her passing.

I was going to go for it but I quickly remembered,

"Are you ready?" I asked him. He glanced at the slim metal tool in my nervous fist, and carefully removed the bloodstained t-shirt. It revealed six wounds, still fresh, still open. We had no anesthesia, it's illegal for the RDA to transport anything more than a canister of morphine and all of that had been used up by the troops.

"I'm ready. Let it be over with." He sighed. As his chest went down with the heavy exhale, I dipped my tool in for the most frightening and literal form of 'Operation' I have ever experienced.

He had a tight grip on the shirt he was using to hold in the blood, muttering curses between his teeth. He tried to stay still.

I dug in and the metal touched metal, and I carefully pulled out the solid bullet and he sighed. Sweat began to bead on his forehead from the strain he was under. This went on another five times. By the end of it, he was tired and bandaged, the wounds had begun to close. His eyes began to close as the sun set over us.

"Tsu'tey, we can move you to somewhere more comfortable, the avatar hut is at full capacity, but the hangar that had all of the metal people is empty, and I can set us up there." I put my much smaller hand on his face.

"I would like that." He sat up and winced at his injuries, before following me into the large hangar, now open like a garage door. Few Na'vi came in here, they don't like the smell of the tawtute.

I dragged a bunch of pillows and blankets into the hangar, all of them where Na'vi sized. Tsu'tey had seated himself to watch me. I had begun meticulously forming a nest to harbor us both while keeping us warm and comfy in the cold Pandora nights. It's dry season, the nights get colder up until the wet season where it only gets worse, and I'm used to eighty degree weather.

Tsu'tey looked at me and looked at the nest before climbing in. He, without me realizing it, pulled me into his embrace. His legs pulled up and he buried his face in my stomach.

"This place smells weird, but yours is nice." He complimented. He fell asleep shortly after and I followed not too long after.