Belle High School S2 C3

2 hours later:
"God, I have the worst headache ever!" Jess complained, rubbing the ice more on her head. We sat in the waiting room of the hospital, waiting for the doctor to tell us about my mom.
"I wonder how, he-he."  I bit my lip and fumbled with my fingers. I still haven't told Jess about anything that happened, nor does she remember any of it. Professor Fin passed out the moment Azula, or I should say my aunt, started to bend. He is now being held in his own room but will be released tomorrow. He doesn't remember anything, which is extremely lucky. Dad has yet to leave the secratery's desk trying to convince her to let him into mom's room. A tall, thin, young looking doctor walked by us. I quickly followed him and grabbed hold of his arm.
"Um! Doctor!" his grey eyes stared at me, "I was wondering how my mother was doing. Katara Magno. My name's Belle Magno and this is my friend Jess Fin. Katara Se Fu is her maidan name. Please!" I felt the tears sting at the back of my eyes. His grey eyes stared blankly at mine and then looked at his clipboard.
"Hello Belle, hello Jess. My name's Dr. Sang. Ah yes, Jess your father is Michael Fin. Correct?" Jess nodded, then to grab her pounding head, "You can see him now. We gave him some medicine and he's a little droozy currently." Jess smiled and rushed off to her father's room.
"Well! Dr. Sang! Please!" I shook his arm anxiously.
"Well, Miss Magno. Your mother has quite a servere head injury. I'm afraid she has lost some of her memory." I stared at him, a tear slipping down my cheek, "but she still remember's somethings. Like her name and where she is. But I have some terrible news. The baby-" He stopped. I searched his sad eyes.
"No..." I whispered, my hand dropping from his arm, "NO!" I screamed, collapsing on the ground. Tears streamed down my face, my breath heaving and shuddering.
"Belle!" Dad rushed over to me and put his arms around me, "What did you tell her!?"
"Please, sir-" Dr. Sang put his hand to touch me but Dad pushed it away.
"Get away! Don't touch her!" He yelled. Dr. Sang looked down at me and walked quickly away from us. Everyone was staring at my breakdown. I couldn't see anything, no matter how many times I pushed away the tears. How could my own family member do this to another?! Why would they do that! I screamed in my head as my hands began to heat up again.
"Ow! No Belle! Not here, you cant bend here. They'll run tests on you and put you where Azula is." He whispered in my ear. All the anger filled me up but then was gone as soon as it came. I wheezed and the two of us just sat on the floor, everyone around us.


"Poor girl."
"Crazy teenager."
"Shut up Candie. Are you alright honey?" Voices spoke quietly around me.  My vision was black but I could feel my body waking up.
"Let her sleep. We don't need another breakdown." The girl Candie spoke again. Boy was she bitchy. I slowly opened my eyes. I fell asleep in the waiting chair. I looked up to see two middle age women above me. One was blond, her violet eyes staring down at me tenderly. The other one had red hair, almost  like flames. Her brown eyes lazily looking out the window.
"W-wh-" I tried whispering but the blond interrupted me.
"Sh. My name's Annie and this is my friend Candie." Annie smiled down on me.
"Oh shut up Annie. My name's actually Bonnie. Only she calls me Candie cause I die my hair a different color each weekend." Bonnie rolled her beautiful brown eyes.
"Where's my dad?" I asked, regaining my regular voice. The two shared looks almost reading 'Should we tell?'
"Your father's inside with your mom. I'm sorry we-" I cut her off when I bolted up out of the chair and into my mom's room. I opened the door quietly. They were right, dad was in there next to my mother's white body, almost matching the bed. He had pulled the chair closer to my mom and was sitting right next to her, his hand in hers.
"Oh babe, I miss you already. I'm sorry my crazy sister this to you and our baby. I'm-" he stopped when he saw me. I coughed.
"Hey." I whispered, taking another chair and sliding it next to my dad and mom. Dad took my hand.
"Did the doctor-?" I nodded, staring at my mom's stomach. It still had a small bump but it would go away in a few weeks.
"Your sister is a lunatic." I snickered. Dad chuckled half-heartidly.
"Oh trust me, I've known that for years. I didn't think she would be escape prision. Apperantly, I was wrong."  I frowned and stared at the ghost like face of my mom's. Dad took my hand, slipped his out of mom's, and placed mine there. Her skin was ice-cold, making me shiver. How could anyone living be that cold? I asked myself. But she was still living.
"I can't believe that my Aunt would do this." I whispered, more to myself than dad.
"You know," Dad sniffed, "They said it was going to be a boy. Your mother and I were going to name him Charlie." I stared at my dad. He's always wanted a boy, even though he loved me with all his heart, he truely desired a boy. I sniffed myself. wiping away a tear that slid down my cheek.
"A brother. I would have had a brother. Why Charlie?" I asked, laying my head on my dad's shoulder.
"Because. Your first baby doll was a girl, but you made her a boy and named him Charlie. You loved that name, and so we remembered that." More tears streamed from my eyes.
"I remember that." I smiled sadly. Suddenly, mom's blue eyes slowly slipped open. They looked grey more than blue, the color still drained from her.
"Katara..." Dad smiled and I lifted my head off his shoulder.
"Zuko." her voice was raspy but to me, it was the most beautiful noise in the world.
"Hi mom." I whispered, slipping my hand away from hers as she looked around the room. Her eye's darted on me and my body shook. It seemed like my own mother was staring directly into my soul.
"Belle." Mom smiled. I gasped and happy tears fell out of my eyes. She remember's me! Dad stared at me with great pleasure in his eyes. I stared at mom, happiness filled my entire body.
"You remember me! You remember me!" I yelled, jumping up and doing a tiny dance. Mom laughed and it just made my mood even better
"Of course. I love you two!" Mom giggled. Dad shot up and danced with me, hugging me and crying together.
"She remember's." Dad whispered to me.
"She remembers."