aang

Yue stared at the note in complete confusion and horror. What kind of sick joke was this? What kind of awful person would pretend to be her brother? Hon was dead, even if she did hate to admit it. The proof was almost as good as seeing it with her own eyes. Though curiousity pricked through her parka. Without hesitiation, she tore open the envelope and held up the letter to the light burning in through the large window. It read:
Dear Yue,
I heard what happened and I am very concerned. مزید like, مزید concerned. Please feel better.
Love,
Hon

Yue was even مزید doubtful when she finished reading...

Sydney:

I woke up on the couch. I was shivering even if I had millions of blankets on سب, سب سے اوپر of me. The only people in the room were Aang, Toph and Micheal. Aang sat on the other سوفی, لٹانا unconscious with a bloody bandage around his head. Toph kept feeding him سوپ and feeling his forehead.

"Micheal?" I asked confused. He nodded and held my hand.

"I'm here. It's 2 a.m. I wasn't going to leave your sight.

"What?" I asked confused while rubbing my aching head.

"A couple months پہلے I had a dream from Aang. It was before I met you. I'm your protector Sydney. No مزید said."

I sighed. "Micheal, we have bad...

Sorry it took me A LONG TIME too write this down.

Butterflies danced in the pit of my stomach as I sat on the brown leather سوفی, لٹانا in the hospital waiting room. Out of all the people in the room, and I knew this for a fact, I was the most nervous and excited for Katara. Her, Zuko, and my mom were in the labor room down the big doors we couldn't go in until the baby was born. Kayla and Kyra each sat on the other سوفی, لٹانا across from me. They were silent, not a single word left their lips in the past 2 hours.

Kayla, Kyra, Sam, my dad, my mom and me all came to the hospital. My mom was in the room...