Since I know you all are probably foaming at the mouth to see what's up with Aang and Katara, I'm not gonna waste time with a long note.
Sorry in advance, though, about grammatical errors. I haven't edited this chapter for those mistakes thoroughly yet, so if it's unbearable to read please let me know. I will edit it soon though.
Onwards!
Chapter Forty-Eight: Broken Festival, Part Two
"I'm sorry, what?" Katara said after the longest moment of her life floated by.
"Hyperprolactinemia," Aang repeated, looking even more seriously over at her, his eyes hard and intense while they seemed to tear through her flesh to get an answer. She gulped, sharp butterflies churning within her stomach and her throat seeming to not want to take in air. "I know you know what I'm talking about, Katara." Aang continued while Katara got herself together.
"H-how do you know about that?" Katara mumbled, her voice still not working properly. Aang's eyes narrowed and Katara gulped, that obviously wasn't the answer he wanted to hear.
"I….I was going to snoop, but then I decided against it," Aang explained, making no effort to apologize. "But before I left, something fell out of your bag and when I was putting it back I saw that you had all these doctor's notices." His gazed sharpened as he took her hands within his, his touch all but gentle, but more alarming with the need for her to answer him. It only made it harder for her.
"Aang…" Katara trailed.
"Katara, please." Aang cut her off instead, squeezing her hands. "Please tell me the truth…how sick are you?"
"I-It's not that bad…" She told him, her eyes looking anywhere but his, and he squeezed her hands once more.
"You're lying to me." Aang said quietly, seeming more hurt at that moment. "Why?" Katara just shook her head. "Katara, please, be honest….this-this isn't bad, is it? I mean, you're not going to…..are you?"
"N-no!" Katara immediately assured him, finally wrapping her fingers delicately around his grip. "I'm not going to die, Aang, I promise."
"Well then, what is going to happen to you?" Aang asked.
"I…I'm not really sure."
"Well…what is this...this thing, this Hyperprolactinemia thing that you have?"
"I just have an imbalance in my blood and it throws stuff off a lot." Katara told him, not wanting to bog him down with all of the female-details.
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Well, it's caused by stress, so keeping things not stressful would probably help."
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