...Bumi's not dead. He's in the room with us right now…" Sokka explained.
"Sokka? Is that you?" Aang asked, clutching his stomach beneath the covers. The poor little guy had been in bed for the past 3 weeks sweating, throwing up, and moaning. No one could figure out what was wrong with the little dude.
"Yes Aang, it's me. I'm here for you buddy…" Sokka whispered, trying to comfort his poor friend. "… Sokka? Is that you?" Sokka grimaced. "He's not getting any better." "Why don't we ask Momo what to do?" Bumi suggested. Toph groaned, "Bumi, we keep telling you. Momo died two years ago! How you out-lived him I'll never know."
"There's got to be something we can do…" Zuko pondered, stroking his long beard. Not a Sozin-style beard, more like an Iroh-style. "Will you please shave that damn beard!" Mai shouted. She, admittedly, didn't really know the Avatar that well. This wasn't too upsetting to her… then again, nothing really was…
"I like my beard…" Zuko mumbled as Katara paced back and forth. "I wish there was something we could do. Even my water healing doesn't seem to do any good." Katara hated the current situation. It was the first time their entire group had been together in the past 4 years, after defeating the Phoenix King (Except for burying Momo. It turns out Sokka was right. Appa did want to eat him.)
"Maybe he's not really sick," Sokka suggested. "This could be some kind of Avatar-illness." Ty Lee...