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okay since I saw your reply and you said we can send in requests for Katara, imma just leave mine here, take your time and take care of yourself first (and sorry if I misunderstood)!!

okay basically I wanted to ask a masc!reader x Katara (there's nothing out here with a masc reader 😭😭) where the reader gets hurt like badly by a criminal or smth and it's a little angst cause Katara gets like crazy mad at everyone (including Toph because "why haven't you done your job? she wouldn't have been hurt if you did!") but then after a week or smth the reader wakes up and it's all fluff

thank you in advance, I love your works and your writing!!

Adult Katara x Masc!Earthbender!Reader

WC: 8k+

Synopsis: While serving a warrant a warehouse collapses and Katara finds you underneath the rubble.

Content Warnings: Hurt/comfort, Angst, serious injury, mentions of blood, broken bones, reader uses they/she pronouns I tried to fluctuate, Katara going through it, reader is in a coma, idk what else to tag fr. Read at your own discretion. Kinda fluff at the end I probably should've done more.

Morning always arrived too quickly in Republic City. By the time the first streaks of sunlight slipped between the towering skyscrapers, the streets below were already humming with tram cars clattering along their iron rails.

From your apartment, tucked above a stretch of canal, that restless energy felt blissfully far away. The city's noise reached you only as a soft, muffled murmur filtered through glass and warm drapery, distant enough that it couldn't touch the quiet sanctuary you and Katara had built together.

The kettle hissed softly on the stove, releasing the rich, savory scent of coffee into the air. Katara moved through the sunlit kitchen with a calm efficiency, every step guided by a routine so ingrained it had become second nature.

You stood at the kitchen counter, still getting dressed for your shift, the latest patrol report resting loosely between your fingers. Your eyes drifted over the neatly typed lines of police records while you adjusted the collar of your uniform. The dark fabric fit seamlessly over your broad shoulders and athletic frame as the metalbender's badge you had just pinned over your heart shined in the morning light.

From across the room, Katara caught the faint set of your jaw whenever a particular detail on the report pulled at your thoughts. She noticed the stiffness in your shoulders and the way your eyes lingered a fraction too long on a single line of text. It wasn't just tiredness weighing you down. It was the responsibility of protecting an entire city.

Katara paused, watching you from across the counter. Over the years, she'd grown dangerously good at reading you. You didn't have to say anything; she could pick up on the smallest changes in you.

“You didn't sleep much,” Katara noted softly, stepping closer until her shoulder brushed against yours.

It wasn't an accusation or even a question, just a simple fact. Katara's hand came to rest lightly against your forearm, her thumb tracing an absentminded, soothing circle over your warm skin. “Your chi is all over the place. You were tossing and turning for half the night again.”

A quiet huff escaped your nose as a small, stubborn smile threatened the corners of your mouth. “I slept.”

Katara raised a single, entirely unconvinced eyebrow, daring you to question her.

You finally looked over at her, your voice carrying that deep, gravelly rasp left behind by sleep. “Just not enough according to you.”

“According to me?” Katara echoed, a fond smile tugging at her lips. “Try according to the dark circles under your eyes and the fact that you turned over every twenty minutes. Or maybe it's the way you're leaning on that counter like it's the only thing keeping you upright.”

You let out a low chuckle, shaking your head in defeat. “You've been keeping track?”

“I've been sharing a bed with you long enough that I don't have to keep track.” Her fingers slipped into yours, her grip warm and sure as she gave your hand a gentle squeeze. “I just know you.”

You squeezed back, your expression softening into a tenderness reserved strictly for her. “You worry too much, baby.”

“That's what happens when I love someone who's convinced they're indestructible.” Katara stepped into your space, leaning up just enough to let her forehead rest against yours for a fleeting moment.

“Humor me today. Eat a real lunch, drink some water, and if Toph offers you a dangerous assignment...” She paused, her dark blue eyes searching yours, already knowing the answer. “At least pretend to think about turning it down.”

You couldn't help the amused sound that rumbled in your chest. “Now you're asking for miracles.”

“I'm asking my partner to come home tonight.” The teasing faded from Katara's voice, replaced by an earnest sincerity. “I don't think that's too much to ask.”

For a few quiet minutes, the apartment settled into a peaceful atmosphere that almost felt too good to be true. You shared a simple breakfast at the counter, Katara's eyes tracking your every movement. You didn't mind her watchful gaze. She got like this sometimes. Having spent much of her youth fighting through a war, she took no comfort in watching the person she loved walk out the door to face dangerous benders every day.

Eventually, Katara cleared her plate and walked over to the small wooden table beside the front door, reaching for the worn leather travel pouch she carried everywhere. Her hands moved with practiced efficiency as she checked her healing supplies, tightening roll after roll of sterile bandages, she walked to the sink to refill her waterskin before tucking carefully dried medicinal herbs into a side pocket.

Katara had just pulled the drawstring tight when your warmth settled against her back. You stepped up behind her, your frame casting a long shadow over her as your arms slid naturally around her waist. You pulled her flush against your chest, resting your chin lightly atop her shoulder. For a moment, neither of you spoke.

“You're packing enough supplies to heal half of Republic City,” You teased, your deep voice vibrating through her back. “You know that, right?”

Katara let out a soft sigh, her shoulders rising and falling. “I'm being prepared.”

“Mm.” Your grip tightened just enough to draw a reluctant smile from her. “That's what you always say.”

She leaned back against you, letting herself sink into your comforting embrace. Usually, a moment like this was enough to quiet the anxiety that always hovered in the back of her mind before a shift. Today, she couldn't shake it.

Katara gently slipped from your embrace and turned to face you, her smile fading as quickly as it had come. Without a word, she reached up to straighten the dark collar of your uniform. Her fingers moved slowly, smoothing out nonexistent creases before trailing lightly over the strong line of your neck. She wasn't fixing your uniform anymore. She was grounding herself, convincing some frightened part of her that you were right here, warm and solid beneath her touch.

You watched her silently, picking up on the shift in her energy. “Katara?”

Katara swallowed hard. “I don't know why,” She admitted, her voice barely louder than a whisper. “I just have a bad feeling today.”

The words seemed to surprise even her. Katara wasn't someone who succumbed to superstition or dark omens. She relied on training, instinct, and experience. Yet ever since she'd opened her eyes that morning, a cold knot had sat in her chest and refused to loosen.

“It's probably nothing,” She continued quickly, trying to talk herself down. “Maybe I just didn't sleep well, or I'm overthinking things, but...” Her eyes locked onto yours, wide with an uneasiness that startled even you. “Could you just be extra careful today? Please?”

The playful edge left your expression instantly. You raised your calloused hand and gently covered hers where it rested against your chest, your thumb smoothing over her knuckles. “Hey. Look at me.”

She was already looking, and you could see the unshed tears in her eyes. The sight of them broke your heart.

“I'm coming home tonight,” You said firmly, leaving no room for doubt. “I promise.”

Katara tried to avert her eyes, but you gently caught her chin between your fingers, tilting her face up. “When have I ever lied to you mami?”

Her lips parted, but no words came. You gave her that crooked smile she'd fallen in love with all those years ago, the one that always made the rest of the world fade away. You leaned down, cupping her cheeks as you rested your forehead against hers.

“I'll be careful,” You promised, your warm, coffee-stained breath brushing her lips. “I'll try not to volunteer for anything stupid.”

She let out a shaky breath. “Try?”

You shook your head, a laugh escaping you. “I'm negotiating here.”

Katara rolled her eyes affectionately, but before you could tease her further, she closed the remaining distance and pressed her lips to yours. It was meant to be a brief goodbye kiss, but the intensity behind it changed everything.

Katara's fingers twisted into the dark fabric of your uniform, clinging to you as if letting go required more strength than she possessed. You kissed her back with equal tenderness, your hand settling firmly against the small of her back to pull her closer as the other cradled her cheek.

As the kiss softened into gentle pecks she pulled back just enough to breathe. Katara kept her forehead pressed to yours, her eyes closed as she drew in a long breath, inhaling the intoxicating scent of your cologne.

“I love you,” She whispered, her words brushing against your lips.

You kissed the corner of her mouth. “I love you too, princess.”

Katara's grip tightened around your uniform. “Promise me you'll come home.”

You brushed your thumb over the line of her cheek, smiling with the same confidence that always drove her crazy. “I'll do everything in my power.”

It wasn't the guarantee she wanted, but it was the only honest one you could give. Reluctantly, Katara loosened her grip on your uniform, her fingers dragging across your bound chest before finally dropping away. The air between you felt heavy as you stepped out into the crisp morning light, parting ways toward your respective Satomobiles. Leaving her while her eyes were still shadowed with worry pulled at your chest, but duty didn't wait for reassurance, and you both knew that.

°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

That uneasiness clung to you throughout the entire morning shift. Every call you received, whether it was a domestic dispute or a simple traffic violation, felt distant against the memory of her touch. By the time late afternoon arrived, Chief Beifong handed you and your patrol partner orders to investigate an illicit warehouse operation near the central marketplace. Your mind had finally sharpened back into focus now that you had official orders. You didn't have the luxury of distractions when your patrol partner relied on you being at your best.

The drive across the city wasn't long. Your partner wove the Satomobile through congested streets as the neat limestone architecture gave way to the packed, weathered brick of the lower district. Pulling up half a block from the target warehouse, the engine sputtered out, leaving only the ambient roar of the crowded marketplace.

You stepped onto the street first, scanning the narrow avenue and catching the cold, guarded glares of passersby. Police were rarely met with warm welcomes on this side of the city, the hostility could be felt in the thickened air.

Adjusting your metalbending cables, you took a cautious step across the curb. The moment your boots planted firmly against the cobblestone, the world shattered around you.

The first warning wasn't visual. It was the sudden, violent scream of stressed stone beneath the earth. Through your seismic sense, an underground fault line flashed instantly in your mind. From the looks of it an ancient drainage support was giving way beneath decades of accumulated strain.

Before you could even shout a warning to your partner, the cobblestones groaned, fracturing outward in violent spiderweb patterns. Massive slabs of masonry tore free with a deafening crack, throwing up clouds of dust and stone as the eastern side of the plaza began collapsing in on itself. Panic erupted around you. Frightened civilians scattered in every direction, screaming as storefronts cracked and heavy stone overhangs groaned overhead.

You rushed forward, dropping into a wide earthbending stance and driving both palms toward the earth. The raw force of your earthbending surged through your arms and into the bedrock, spreading beneath the streets in a desperate attempt to halt the sinkhole's advance. The stone groaned under the pressure, but slowly, the widening crack began to slow enough for fleeing shopkeepers and civilians to cross.

“Move toward the main street! Keep moving!” Your commanding voice thundered through the dust as the strain of your bending made your arms burn.

You could hear the sirens in the distance grow louder, but you were already deep within the dust cloud. You tore through fallen brickwork with your bare hands, pulling trapped pedestrians from the rubble and carrying the injured away from the unstable ground. Every few seconds, another section of the street cracked or collapsed, sending fresh clouds rolling through the streets making it harder to breathe, but you refused to stop, you had to save these people. You continued directing civilians away from the sink hole while using your bending to brace whatever structures threatened to come down around them.

Katara arrived with the first medical response unit just as the second wave of collapse ripped through the street. Water was already spiraling around her arms in protective ribbons before her boots had fully touched the ground. She barely had time to take in the devastation of shattered storefronts and civilians stumbling through the haze because something else captured her attention.

You.

You stood near the epicenter of the destruction, directing terrified civilians away from the shifting stone with a composure that seemed almost impossible amid the chaos. You barely reacted as fragments of brick and stone rained around you.

She watched as you steadied an elderly shopkeeper struggling to keep their footing while simultaneously guiding a crying family toward safer ground. Your voice carried above the screaming crowds, giving people something solid to hold onto while everything around them was falling apart.

You had always moved toward danger instead of away from it. It was why you trained at the Metalbending Academy in the first place, to put yourself between innocent people and whatever threatened them. Katara had always loved that fearless, protective streak in you. She admired the way you never hesitated when someone needed help, courage came as naturally to you as breathing.

But standing there and watching you do it with the earth splitting apart beneath your feet terrified her to her core.

She began running toward you, the knot in her chest finally loosening now that she could see you. Your eyes met across the chaotic plaza for one brief second, and the world seemed to disappear around you.

Katara hadnt even made it half way across the courtyard before the earth gave way completely.

This time, there wasn't a warning your seismic sense could pick up on. The entire central foundation of the warehouse heaved upward before collapsing inward, swallowed by the hollow drainage tunnels beneath it.

Katara looked up just in time to see the colossal concrete archway that had ripped loose from the warehouse. Several tons of stone hung suspended for a fraction of a second before gravity took over, sending it plummeting toward the plaza.

Your head snapped upward at the sound, then toward the child screaming for his mother amid the chaos. Through the vibrations in the air and ground around you, you calculated its trajectory–the weight, speed, and distance between the child and the impact point. It didn't take long to realize there wasn't enough time to save him and get yourself clear.

Katara saw the exact moment realization settled over your face. She knew what you were going to do before you even moved.

You gave her one last mournful look before launching yourself forward with every ounce of power your legs had. You crossed the distance in a blurred sprint, scaling broken rock and leaping over massive splits in the earth while keeping sight of the falling debris.

When you finally reached the child, you wrapped an arm around him and used the full force of your momentum to throw him clear of the drop zone. Your metal cables snapped around his waist, suspending him long enough to break some of the impact as he went tumbling onto safe ground. His panicked cry as he ran toward his mother was swallowed by the deafening roar of falling stone.

Unfortunately, you never had a chance to follow.

The second the child was safe, the mountain of concrete smashed down. Thousands of pounds of masonry descended in a violent cascade, blotting out the sky above you. You drove your feet deep into the earth and threw both hands upward, forcing a thick wall of stone to erupt from the crumbled street in front of you.

The barrier surged upward just as the first pieces of debris struck it, but you already knew it wouldn't be enough. There simply hadn't been enough time to bend enough material, and the sheer mass of the collapsing structure was far beyond what even your strongest defense could withstand.

The concrete arch slammed into your stone wall with catastrophic force, pulverizing the barrier almost instantly before the remaining wreckage broke through. You barely had time to brace yourself before the full weight of the collapse came crashing down over you, swallowing your figure beneath an avalanche of rock.

“NO!”

Katara's scream tore from her throat as she watched you disappear beneath the wreckage. She thrust both hands forward, and water from the nearby display fountain erupted into the air, surging upward in a massive torrent before crashing against the falling structure. Katara planted her feet firmly against the broken pavement and pushed with everything she had. Her muscles strained visibly as she fought against thousands of pounds of concrete and iron.

She wasn't trying to stop the entire collapse anymore. She was trying to slow it, to buy you even a single second–half a second, if that was all she could get. Water surged harder around her, wrapping around chunks of falling debris and attempting to redirect their momentum, but the structure was too massive. It was like trying to hold back a mountain with her bare hands.

The concrete gave way beneath the pressure, folding inward as the collapsing building swallowed her current beneath tons of debris. The impact shook the entire plaza, sending violent tremors through the surrounding streets and rattling nearby buildings to their foundations as an enormous cloud of dust erupted from the wreckage. It rolled outward in every direction, thick and blinding, swallowing the afternoon sunlight until the plaza disappeared beneath a bleak gray haze.

For several seconds, Katara couldn't see anything. She stood frozen at the edge of the destruction, staring at the place where you'd been, her chest heaving as she desperately searched the dust for any sign of movement. People were still shouting somewhere behind her but none of it seemed real.

Katara didn't remember deciding to run, only the sudden sensation of her body carrying her forward until her knees slammed against the broken pavement beside the collapsed structure. She immediately began tearing through the rubble with both hands, throwing jagged chunks of rock aside with frantic desperation. Sharp pieces of stone sliced into her palms the further she went, smearing blood across her fingers as dust filled her lungs and burned her throat with every breath, but she didn't stop.

Katara barely seemed to notice the pain. Every part of her was focused on one desperate thought: if she could dig far enough, if she could reach you before it was too late, she could still fix this.

She had spent her entire life running toward people who needed her, healing wounds that seemed impossible to mend and fighting battles that should have broken her. Nothing had prepared her for watching you disappear beneath a mountain of rubble.

“Baby!” Katara sobbed, her voice cracking as she heaved another piece of rock out of her way. Her bloodied hands shook so badly she could barely keep her grip. “Baby, please!”

She dug deeper, throwing aside chunks of stone until her fingers caught on something that wasn't concrete. A flash of dark fabric emerged beneath the dust, and Katara's breath caught so sharply it hurt. She tore at the rubble with renewed desperation, uncovering more of your uniform until she finally saw you.

You were half-buried beneath a massive, tilted slab of reinforced concrete, your body frighteningly still. Your uniform had been shredded by the collapse, exposing skin already mottled with deep purples and blacks from the force of the impact. Your left shoulder and torso remained pinned beneath the slab's crushing edge as a dark pool of crimson spread slowly beneath you, seeping into the cracks between the broken stones.

The sight drained every bit of warmth from Katara's body. For one terrible second, she couldn't breathe. Her heart seemed to stop as grief and horror crashed through her so violently that thought disappeared entirely, leaving only the desperate need to get you out.

Water erupted from every available source in the ruined plaza. The nearby canal surged upward in a roaring column, merchant barrels burst apart as their contents were ripped into the air, and even moisture hanging thickly in the humid atmosphere gathered around her in twisting streams.

A wretched cry tore from Katara's throat as she threw both hands beneath the concrete slab, dragging every drop toward the wreckage as an enormous mass of water slammed underneath it, forming a powerful cushion between the stone and the ground. Katara’s entire body tensed as she pushed her bending beyond what was physically sustainable, forcing the massive slab upward inch by inch.

The concrete groaned under the pressure, lifting just enough to expose a narrow opening beneath it. Several nearby earthbenders rushed forward, wrenching the slab completely free with their bending before hurling it backward into an already-cleared section of the plaza.

“Please...” Katara fell forward from the strain, her breathing ragged as her blood-stained fingers pressed desperately against the side of your neck, searching for any sign of life.

For several agonizing seconds, she felt nothing but the frantic pounding of her own heart beneath her ribs. Then, so faint she almost convinced herself she'd imagined it, a thin, erratic pulse fluttered underneath her fingertips.

Katara's eyes squeezed shut as relief rushed through her so violently that she nearly collapsed over you.

You were alive.

Katara cupped your face with one hand as the other hovered over your crushed chest, already drawing glowing blue water into her palms.

“I'm here,” She whispered, her voice barely holding together as luminous currents spilled over your body and began sinking into your damaged skin. “I've got you, baby. Stay with me.”

The moment her healing water connected with your injuries, the true extent of the damage became horrifyingly clear through her bending. Multiple ribs had shattered under the impact, threatening the organs surrounding them. Your collarbone had broken completely through as torn muscle and ruptured blood vessels surrounded the injury. Katara could feel blood pooling inside your chest faster than your body could compensate.

Your internal organs were struggling due to the trauma. Every shallow breath sent another dangerous tremor through your damaged body. Katara felt everything at once, and for one fleeting moment, panic threatened to overwhelm the discipline she'd spent decades developing as a healer.

Katara wanted to cry, scream, tear the entire ruined plaza apart until nothing remained between you and safety, but she knew exactly what panic would cost you.

So she forced it down.

She buried the terror under years of training and focused entirely on the movements of her hands, pouring every ounce of concentration into keeping your life force within reach.

Her water seeped into torn flesh with painstaking precision. Katara worked through the damaged muscle and around shattered bone, carefully guiding fragments back toward alignment. She sealed ruptured blood vessels one by one, slowing the internal hemorrhaging enough to keep your heart from failing while simultaneously supporting your damaged organs and easing the pressure threatening your lungs.

Every adjustment required absolute concentration. Her fingers shook slightly as she held your body together through sheer force of will. She wasn't sure how long she'd been there. Sweat mixed with dust across her forehead as tears continued streaking her cheeks, but she never looked away.

She couldn't. Not when she was terrified that the instant she did, you would slip away.

“Listen to me,” Katara commanded brokenly, leaning down until her forehead nearly touched yours. “You promised me you'd come home tonight.”

Her voice cracked, and for the first time since she'd reached you, the carefully constructed walls around her composure began to give way. “So don't you dare break that promise to me.”

The sound of Water Tribe boots suddenly struck the cobblestones behind her as emergency response medics rushed onto the scene, their voices cutting through the continuing chaos.

“Master Katara!” The head medic called as he dropped his kit beside the rubble. His expression changed the instant he saw your condition. “We have to move them to the trauma ward right now. If we transport them quickly, we can stabilize-..”

Katara didn't even glance in his direction. Her attention remained fixed entirely on your pulse beneath her fingertips and the faint movement of your chest.

“I'm keeping her alive,” Katara's voice was low, controlled.

The medic stepped closer, trying to make himself heard over the distant sirens and shifting rubble. “Master Katara, if we don't transport them immediately-..”

“I said...” Katara finally lifted her head. The frantic activity surrounding the wreckage seemed to falter under her gaze. “I am not done.”

The words were quiet, but there was nothing uncertain about them. The medics stepped back and waited until the unstable rhythm beneath Katara's hands finally strengthened into something marginally steadier. Your vitals remained dangerously weak, but they were stable enough to risk moving you.

Only then did Katara release an uneven breath. “Now you can move her.”

The medics moved the second they were given permission, lowering a reinforced stretcher beside you while the earthbenders helped clear the remaining debris. Katara never allowed her healing connection to break as they carefully lifted your battered body onto the gurney. She stayed beside you, her hand maintaining the flow of glowing water through your injuries while the other remained wrapped around yours.

Her eyes stayed fixed on your face as they hurried you through the ruined streets toward the precinct's medical ward only a few blocks away. Driving would have taken longer with the congested streets and surrounding road closures.

The intensive care ward smelled of copper, steam, and bitter medicinal herbs burning in small braziers along the walls. The soft mechanical hum of the water-filtration systems blended with the rhythmic beeping of vital monitors, creating an atmosphere that should have felt reassuring.

Katara just couldn't find any comfort in it. She remained beside the massive glass healing tank, watching every subtle movement of your chest as if she could keep your heart beating through her own vigilance. Hours blurred together until they became impossible to distinguish, stretching into an entire day, then two, and by the third time ceased to have meaning outside the room.

At one point, a nurse tried to slide a chair behind her, hoping to convince her to sit before exhaustion finally claimed what was left of her. Katara never acknowledged it or thanked the woman for looking out, and when she came in to check vitals again the chair remained untouched.

Later that same day, another master healer came to reassure her that your condition was stable, but the word offered Katara no comfort. Your heart was still beating, she could see your body was still fighting. But you remained unconscious, suspended in a fragile state that gave her no guarantee you'd ever wake.

Stable sounded too much like not dead yet. Katara couldn't bring herself to accept that as reassurance. She needed to hear your voice, to see your eyes open, feel your fingers tighten around hers. Until then, every beep of the monitor only reminded her how close she'd come to losing you.

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On the fourth afternoon, the metal door slid open with a soft mechanical sigh, followed by the measured footsteps of someone who had no reason to hurry. Katara didn't bother turning around. She knew that cadence anywhere, having memorized it over decades of fighting alongside each other.

Toph entered the room without her usual swagger. There was no crooked smirk or dry remark waiting somewhere behind her expression. She stopped just inside the doorway, her face unusually solemn as her seismic sense spread through the floor, mapping the ward through subtle vibrations.

She registered the quiet hum of the life-support systems first, then the gentle circulation of healing water around your suspended body. Toph could feel the slow pulse of your heart that felt weaker than the last time you were in her presence.

Katara couldn't find the energy to speak. She had spent the last seventy-two hours staring through that glass, and she didn't have the strength left for anything that wasn't you.

“I'm sorry I couldn't come sooner,” Toph said after a long moment. “The healer at the front desk told me you haven't moved from here since they brought her in. Have you even slept?”

Katara's eyes remained fixed on you floating in the blue-tinted water. “She's alive.”

Toph walked farther into the room, stopping just shy of the tank and resting one hand against its metal frame. “That's not what I asked.”

Katara's jaw locked. If Toph felt the sudden spike of tension, she didn't acknowledge it. Instead, she reached out, her fingers catching the fabric at Katara's elbow. “How are you holding up?”

Something inside Katara began to crumble. Her shoulders remained squared, her palms still pressed against the glass, but her breath caught in her throat. Toph had asked the one question Katara has spent four days refusing to answer.

“I'm holding her together.” Katara's voice was so worn it barely sounded like her own. “That's the only thing that matters right now.”

Toph didn't argue, she simply stood there, her own sorrow evident in the stillness of her posture. She could feel the grief ravaging Katara, slowly eating away at all her joy and happiness and replacing it with a darkness that was consuming all the good parts of her. For once, Toph couldn't deflect the horror with an abrasive joke or awkward attempt at comfort.

Katara swallowed hard, the click of her throat sounding unnaturally loud in the sterile room.

“If I break focus for even a second, I lose the thread.” Katara pressed her palms harder against the freezing glass. The water reacted to her in microscopic currents, manually forcing your damaged lungs to expand and collapse. “If the internal pressure shifts too much her heart stops and she dies. So don't tell me to rest. I'm perfectly fine.”

Toph's expression tightened, but Katara didn't give her room to answer.

“That morning, before she left, I made her promise she'd come back to me.” Katara's bottom lip quivered. Her chest tightened until getting the next words out became impossible.

“But she always does this. She sees someone in danger and suddenly nothing else matters” A bitter sound escaped her, caught somewhere between a laugh and a sob before dissolving into a physical manifestation of her grief that hung in the air.

“She acts like nothing in this world could ever possess the power to tear her away from me. And I feel like an absolute fool for ever believing her.” Katara's voice cracked beneath the heartbreaking realization. “I knew she would choose a stranger's life over her own if the choice came down to it. But some selfish, pathetic part of me believed that maybe, just this once, she'd remember that her life doesn't belong exclusively to her anymore. That I'm a part of it now and I cannot survive the aftermath of her absence.”

“Katara...” Toph started quietly, her hand settling on Katara's shoulder as she felt how much effort it was taking to keep her upright.

“No, Toph. Don't.” Katara shook her head, moisture blurring your silhouette that was suspended in the tank. “It's the truth.”

Katara let out a harsh gasp, her upper body folding slightly as the devastation finally broke through the defenses she'd been clinging to since the rescue.

“It still feels like a nightmare I can't wake up from,” Katara choked out against the glass.

“When I first sprinted onto that site and saw her standing there in the middle of the wreckage, I never imagined she'd be the one we'd have to dig out of it. I was too busy thinking about the lecture I was going to give her when we got home.” Katara’s hand shook against the pane.

“I was already picturing it. I was going to scream at her for being reckless and scaring me half to death. She would've given me that exasperated look, like I was overreacting because she nearly died. She would've insisted she had everything under control, and I would've told her that wasn't the point.”

Her eyelids clamped shut as a single tear finally spilled over her lashes, cutting a clean path through the dirt and grime that still clung to her cheek.

“I thought that argument would be waiting for us when we got home. I thought I'd be standing in our kitchen, still furious and terrified, listening to her make some ridiculous excuse for why she couldn't have handled it any other way.” Katara's fingers curled weakly against the glass. “I never imagined the reality would be me standing here, staring at her through a tank and begging her to open her eyes.”

Katara's voice dwindled to a whisper. “I would give up everything I have just to have her come home and make me angry again.”

Inside the tank, something changed. There was this microscopic ripple that would have escaped anyone else. Your fingers twitched in the fluid, curling weakly as though searching for a hand just out of reach. The monitor beside the glass dipped into an erratic stutter before fighting its way back to a steady pulse.

Katara's vision locked onto the movement. Hope struck her with the violence of a physical blow, knocking the air from her lungs. It flared bright and blinding for a split second before twisting into something sharper that made her blood boil. Katara was filled with so much anger, hurt and pain that she didn't know what to do with. It was hitting her all at once now, overwhelming her senses to the point that she could feel it actively poisoning her mind against the people that have done nothing to her.

Katara's body stayed pressed to the glass for only a second longer before she turned on her heel and glared at Toph. “What was she even doing down there, Toph?”

“Where were your metalbenders?” Katara spat, her anger momentarily replacing her grief, or maybe it was all the same and she couldn't recognize it because all she felt was your absence and she couldn't handle it on her own. “Where was her backup?”

Toph didn't flinch, her spine straightened as she absorbed the impact of Katara's fury without backing away.

“Katara,” Toph said evenly, though her voice was still incredibly soft. “she was executing a warrant. There was an old, undetected split in the drainage supports. My people can't predict geological failure.”

“Well, they should have been there!” Katara snapped. She turned fully now, tears spilling over despite how fiercely she tried to hold herself together. “You built this entire city, Toph. Are you telling me no one thought to reinforce the one sector that could cave under pressure? She's lying in that tank because someone wasn't paying attention!”

Toph didn't raise her voice, she knew Katara was going through a lot and she didn't mean it. That was the beauty of having a friendship that lasted as long as theirs.

“I didn't drop the building on her,” Toph said quietly. “And neither did she. It was a collapse, Katara. Not a choice.”

“That doesn't change a thing.” Katara's voice splintered, her anger had nowhere to go, so it latched onto the first person willing to stand there and speak reason to her. “It means nothing to me because she's the one paying the price for it!”

Katara's palms tore away from the glass for the first time in four days. She turned her back on the tank, as if looking at your suspended body while speaking was too much to bear, yet she didn't actually retreat. She paced a tight circle not too far from the tank, afraid if she went too far something would happen to you and she'd be too late

“She shoved a child out of the way and took the blow because that's who she is,” Katara continued, her breathing shallow and ragged. “Because she thinks she has to be the shield every single time.”

“And now she's-.” The rest refused to come, Katara's throat worked around the grief as bile rose in her throat. “She is everything I have, Toph.”

Her shoulders shook violently as she covered her mouth, trying to contain a sob that escaped anyway. Toph's face softened as she took a step forward.

“She’s strong Katara,” Toph's fingers twitched at her sides as she fought the urge to reach out and hug her. “If the roles were reversed and it was you or that child, you'd have done the exact same thing.”

“I know.” Katara's eyes turned toward the tank solemnly. “That's not what I'm angry about.”

“I was there, Toph.” Her voice was barely audible. “I felt the water push back as it slowly slipped from my grasp. I held it just long enough to believe I could stop it.”

“That's what I can't let go of. Not that she chose it. Not that she's stubborn.” Katara's voice caught, revealing the truth she's been circling since the moment she'd found you under the rubble. “It's that I was right there and I still couldn't change it.”

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The first thing that registered to you was pressure. Not pain, not even clear awareness of your physical form, just an weightlessnes held within something cool and controlled, like the world had been pushed far enough away to stop anything from cutting in too sharply. Sound followed in scattered layers, distant and warped, slipping through water, glass, and too much space before reaching your ears that could barely comprehend it.

Light came after that, filtered blue-green. The glow drifted overhead in slow motion, folding and bending as though the illumination possessed a pulse of its own. When focus became necessary, everything separated into pieces that refused to line up.

Your battered body existed somewhere in that space, but your physical form didn't fully feel real yet. Your limbs felt restricted in ways that didn't translate cleanly into pain. You felt strangely light in places where you knew something should have been wrong. Movement came as an idea more than an action, and even the impulse felt delayed, as if the action belonged to someone else entirely.

Then fragments of your memory broke through at once. The warehouse collapsing, the force of the impact residing somewhere behind your ribs. You could still feel the sensation of being buried beneath tons of stone. You remembered the chaos, the piercing scream in the distance as the brick came raining down.

You felt the desperate pull of it as her voice threaded through everything else, refusing to be buried beneath the wreckage. It reached the abyss the same way she had refused to let go when everything around you was falling apart. You wanted to reach for it, follow the sound until it called you home but it was getting further away the more you focused on it.

Katara.

The thought surfaced fully before anything else could settle around the name, as if your mind had been holding onto that single point the entire time, waiting for the person who made everything else meaningful.

Your unfocused eyes drifted fully open now. The world assembled itself in blurred pieces that refused to settle all at once. Breathing came with difficulty, every inhale shallow and strained, leaving your throat painfully dry. You found that even swallowing hurt as your parched throat scraped against raw tissue.

Your gaze drifted beyond the glass as your eyes searched for her. Katara was seated in a chair pulled so close to the healing tank that one hand still rested against the glass. You recognized the exhaustion clinging to her body, it only happened after she pushed beyond every limit she had until her physical form finally demanded what the heart refused to give.

Katara's shoulders were slumped under the strain of sleepless days. Hrr dark strands of hair had long since escaped her braid, framing her face that looked far thinner than you remembered. Your could see the shadows forming underneath her blue eyes that were deeper than ordinary fatigue.

She looked like the last week had taken pieces of her spirit one by one. And still, even in sleep, she hadn't moved from your side.

Something tightened painfully in your chest, an ache that had nothing to do with the injuries slowly knitting themselves back together beneath the healing water. You wanted to speak, you needed her to know you were alive so she could finally stop carrying all of this alone. Your lips parted as your throat constricted around the effort, but all that emerged was a weak rasp.

Katara's head lifted so quickly the motion looked almost painful. Her eyes found the tank before the faint echo of your voice had fully faded. She didn't move closer at first, she simply stared through the glass, searching every inch of your face with cautious disbelief. It was almost like she couldn't allow herself to believe you were awake until she'd witnessed the sight enough times to make it real.

Fear kept her eyes from truly blinking. Katara was terrified the image before her might dissolve the instant her focus wavered. When you titled your head to look at her fully, hope surfaced again, hesitant and fragile as relief washed over her.

“Don't try to talk,” Katara whispered, her voice gentle enough that it seemed carried by the water itself. There was no reprimand in it, only concern bordering on fear.

You tried to anyway.

Your stubbornness had always been one of the few things capable of matching her own. Your lips parted as air forced its way through muscles that had lain dormant for far too long.

“Ka...” The sound dissolved before the second syllable could form.

Katara's breath hitched as tears spilled from her eyes. “Baby? I'm here. I've got you.”

Your eyes sought hers through the wavering blue of the medicinal water. Everything still felt slow, like the world had forgotten how to move at a normal pace, but her face remained unmistakable admist it all. You lifted your hand, the movement was painfully small, your fingers curled weakly as your palm drifted toward the inside of the glass. The effort left your arm shaking as your fingertips finally brushed the smooth surface separating you from her.

Katara saw the gesture before the movement had even finished. She raised her hand, placing both palms against the outside of the tank until her skin rested directly opposite of your fingertips inside.

“You've been asleep for a week,” She said, never taking her eyes off you. “I kept talking to you anyway. I figured if you got lost somewhere, maybe you'd hear my voice and remember how to find your way back to me.”

Her fingers spread slightly against the glass. “I’m so glad you did baby.”

Your chest tightened. Whether from emotion or injury, you couldn't tell. You swallowed against the dryness of your throat, wincing as the movement sent dull aches through your body. “Hurts.”

Katara's face crumpled, she closed her eyes for a brief second, drawing in a cautious breath as the healing water carried every flicker of your discomfort back to her palms. She could feel the agony as clearly as if the trauma were happening to her.

“I know,” She murmured, her thumb brushing slowly across the glass where your hand rested. When she looked at you again, her eyes were bright with tears she no longer cared to hide.

“I wish I could take the pain from you.” Her voice softened into something fragile. “I would, if the choice were mine.”

“You scared me,” She admitted, the words slipping free before she could stop them. “I've watched people fight for their lives before. I've held strangers together with these same hands.”

She lowered her eyes briefly to her palms before looking back at you.

“But watching you...” Her voice faltered. “I've never been so afraid of making mistakes. I wouldn't allow anyone else to manage your care.”

You couldn't speak so you just listened, allowing her voice to wash over you.

“You were unbelievably brave,” Katara added, a faint smile appearing through her exhaustion. “And when you're strong enough to argue with me again...” Her brow lifted slightly. “We're going to have a very long conversations about throwing your body underneath collapsing buildings.”

You couldn't help the weak, breathy laugh that escaped you. You winced a little at the pain that followed it. Katara smiled through her tears, she was just happy to be able to see your open eyes again.

“That's for later,” She promised gently. “Right now, I just need you to heal.”

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The transition out of the intensive care treatment came days later under Katara's watchful supervision. The machinery surrounding the healing tank activated, its familiar hum changing pitch as the drainage process began.

Katara spine straightened as the tenderness she'd carried throughout your recovery gave way to the sharp, focused concentration of a healer. At her signal, the other healers moved into position as the filtration pumps began drawing the medicinal water away in slow, regulated stages.

The fluid level dropped inch by inch.

As the warm currents receded, the weightlessness that had supported your body for days gradually disappeared. Your muscles that have been suspended for so long were suddenly forced to bear the strain of gravity again, and the sensation was jarring. Every mending bone, deep bruise, and carefully stitched muscle seemed to announce itself at once.

A sharp gasp caught in your throat as your body struggled to adjust. Katara noticed before anyone else and she was already moving toward you.

“Easy,” She said, one hand lifting toward the glass even though she couldn't reach you just yet. “Don't fight the pressure. Let your body adjust.”

The final drops of water slipped away, leaving moisture clinging to your skin and streaking the inside of the tank. Without the support of the water, your shoulders sagged under the sudden weight of your own body as exhaustion settled over your limbs like lead.

Katara never took her eyes off your shivering body. The tank doors released with a low metallic hiss, allowing cool air to spill into the chamber. Before the other healers could fully step forward, Katara was already there.

Her arm slipped carefully behind your shoulders as her other hand supported your back, her movements careful enough to avoid disturbing the injuries still healing beneath your skin. Katara took as much of your weight as she could, holding you close for the first time in days. She was so close now that you could finally feel the warmth of her skin after a week and a half of being separated by glass and all you wanted to do was burrow into the safety of her embrace and never leave.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. Katara simply held you, her arms firm around your weakened frame as she held you close to her. She eventually eased you onto the edge of the medical cot, keeping one hand against your back until she was certain you could support yourself. Only then did she reluctantly let go.

“Stay there,” She ordered, her voice calm but unmistakably authoritative. “Don't move.”

Before you could answer, she'd already reached for the thick towels waiting on the nearby cart. She draped one over your head and began working it through your short hair with brisk strokes.

There was nothing particularly delicate about the way she dried you, but after spending a week unable to touch you without a layer of glass between you, even her fussing felt strangely comforting.

“And don't even think about standing up,” She continued without missing a beat. “Your left femur is still healing. If I catch you trying to put weight on that leg before I examine it properly, I'll freeze your feet to the floor myself.”

You smiled as a rough laugh rumbled from your chest. Your amusement didnt last too long before pain erupted beneath your ribs, forcing you to suck in a careful breath through clenched teeth.

Katara's hands stopped in your hair as her eyes lifted to yours, concern flashing across her face before settling into a mixture of exasperation and affection. “Don't make me prove that I'm serious.”

Despite the soreness pulling through your chest, a tired smile found its way back across your face. You'd missed that look and the way she slipped effortlessly into healer mode, issuing orders before you could even think about arguing with her. You also missed the sound of her voice and the warmth of her hands. You could go on and on about all the things about her that you would never take for granted again.

“Missed you too,” You managed, your voice carrying that deep rasp Katara had spent the last week terrified she might never hear again. “Beautiful.”

“You're going to be the death of me.” She whispered, her thumb brushing gently across your skin. Katara bent down then, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth just shy of a bruise that hadn't fully healed yet. “I missed you too baby. Now lets get you cleaned up so I can take you home.”

You knew you had a long recovery ahead of you, but atleast Katara was there, and although you weren't looking forward to the lecture once you got home. You were happy to be in the safety of her arms once again.

AN: This was a long one which is why it took me so long. Lemme know what you think!

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