The Girl Reborn / Neteyam x reader

Please Eywa 1/2

Neteyams pov: (back track right before getting in the hut)

I could feel her body getting weaker in my arms.  I can't loose her is what I keep thinking.  Looking down at her beaten face I just felt hurt for her.  Her once peaceful face is in discomfort and empty all in one.  She had swellings on her face, bruises already appearing and blood.  She did not deserve this.  I want to see her awake and smiling, sticking her tongue out at me, anything but she just laid almost lifeless in my arms. 

"Is she okay?" All of my siblings asked, I didn't respond all I could do was look at her and that I was too late it felt like.  She's strong, she held up a good fight but he was still stronger than her.  Please recover y/n, I need you, you're my sanity.

We ran into Ronals hut breathing heavily, I held y/n in my arms close tears streaming down my face.

"Ronal, help it's y/n"  Dad pleaded with her.  Even though she was human, she became greatly loved by my family and I and a lot of people in the clan.  How could you not love her?  Her smile is the brightest thing on the room, her laughing is a song I could listen to on repeat.

Ronal turned around gasping and worried seeing y/n's condition.  She looked over at me seeing the blood on me and her face went angry.

"What have you done?" Ronal asked me causing me to flinch.  I didn't protect her like I should of, I know I fucked up.

"mom," Tsireya whispered.

"My son did nothing but save her from her attacker," My mother stated, "one of the natives," my mother added stepping forward giving Ronal a look of disapointment.

Ronal looked back over to me syaing sorry with her eyes, I didn't blame her for thinking the worst.

"Lay her down," Ronal said pointing at a rug on the floor.  I laid her down and held her limp hand.

Oh Eywa y/n, please hold on. 

Ronal started doing her rituals by cutting off her shirt covered in her blood and placing a Navi lion cloth on her chest to help bring y/n's conscience forward and heal her spirit.  Tsireya was directing to treating her wounds placing herbs and cleaning following with stitches. 

It felt like it was taking forever and I was on an endless loop of seeing her suffer.  Tuk sat beside me trying to comfort me, she held onto y/n's hand with me until Kiri pulled her away, "I want to help," Tuk told her I love my sister and I want to comfort her but I'm so focused on the girl who has my heart around her finger I just can't.

"Neteyam," Mom rubbed my shoulder, I felt empty right now not knwoing if she will be okay, "You should go to the lab and grab her more oxygen, maybe take Tuk with you, take a walk" My mom told me.

"I can't leave her,"  I told my mom not looking away. "I- I just can't," My voice cracking.

"I'll go mom," Kiri told her trying to taking Tuk out but Tuk refused.  I felt Tuk's hand on my shoulder and heard her quiet cries.  I turned to her for a second and she jumped into my arms.

"I want her to be okay Neteyam," Tuk started to cry sitting in my lap.  I had to be strong but it was so hard. 

I held my sister with my free arm, "Me too Tuk," I told her making her look at me, "She's strong like a warrior, her heart is powerful," I said pointing to her chest, "She'll make it," I told Tuk not believing my own words.  Tuk smiled at me and gave me another hug before getting up to go with Kiri.

about six minutes passed, Mom and dad were standing together, Mom leaning on dad with a sad expression.  I could tell dad was scared but wasn't showing it.  Tsireya was done treating the physical wounds on y/n so she stood by Lo'ak the holding onto one another.  Tsireya was crying and Lo'ak just looked at me never seeing me like this before.

I think we all were giving up hope as Ronal begun to finish her ritual, she was putting everything into it and I could see her struggling.

Eywa plea-

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DONT WORRY THE NEXT CHAPTER IS COMING UP RIGHT AFTER THIS ONE!!!!!!!

The story was too big for one chapter so i'm breaking it into two!!!