The Will of Two Worlds (Avatar Female OC)

60. Admitting Partial Truths

I sat silently in a room full of herbal scents. The parents of the children I teach left me in Mo'at's hands. Normally I would be tending to my own wounds, as I knew what to do, but this time I was simply too weak and exhausted to do anything but sit there and fight to keep my eyes open. I felt more than heard Mo'at peel the bandage back from my head.

"Hetibay, what did you fall on?" Mo'at asked while poking the wound, making me wince.

"A rock, I believe, can't quite remember..." I said slowly, closing my eyes in exhaustion. Instead of replying, Mo'at huffed in frustration. Did I speak Tula again? My teacher who taught me English would be very disappointed in me right now...

"Do I need to get The Grace in here to translate you or can you make effort to speak language I know?" Mo'at said as she picked of a bowl of thick white paste, putting some on her fingers before applying it to my head wound.

I hissed in pain, clenching my eyes shut as the paste seemed to burn into the wound painfully, like someone setting matches against my skull. I took deep breaths, clenching my hands to avoid making any sound at the pain.

"I think..." I struggled for a second, focusing on the pain to sort of ground my muddled mind, "I think I can... manage." I said slowly, wondering if I spoke English or Na'vi, or just spoke more Tula.

"Good, I need to learn what you hit, so I can prevent infection." Mo'at said, continuing to speak in Na'vi, which I am glad I am still able to translate, even if speaking it is difficult.

"I hit..." I squinted my eyes to try to think back on the blurry memories, "A tree, because Solros dodged... a giant object? I fell and hit a tree with... my back. My arm hit... a branch, dislocated. Then I hit the ground... all turned black. Think it was a rock?" I said, screwing my eyes shut as all this focusing was making me feel nauseated again.

"Well, rock you hit be small, but you hit it at a fast speed. Drink this." Mo'at said, holding out a bowl of what looked vaguely familiar. Where had I seen this stuff before? I shrugged a little before tilting the bowl up to my lips.

I coughed and moaned at moving my head as the strong burn hit the back of my throat. I fought coughing again, suddenly realizing what this stuff is.

"Do me... a favor and... keep me away from others... I will do doubt act... stupid." I said, chuckling to myself. Mo'at hissed and lightly smacked my arm, making me realize I spoke Tula again.

"Sorry." I simply said, already deciding on either immediately going to my hammock or having Solros carry me to The Tree of Souls like before. I continued to drink the strongly burning liquid, feeling the pain fade away more and more till I drank the last of it. I was hardly even aware of Mo'at applying the same nasty white paste to the scrapes on my back and checking my shoulder. She wrapped the wound on my head tightly and patted my good shoulder.

"There, now don't undo my work! I not want to see you come to me again unless it be for new wounds! Now, I need to speak to my daughter, don't you die on us, Hetibay, we need the Daughter of Eywa for dark days ahead." Mo'at said, making to stand as I stared dully into the bowl before me.

"Did I mess up somehow?" I whispered, more like slurred, just staring at the bowl. My head was so light and floaty I am surprised I didn't pass out yet. I heard Mo'at freeze.

"Why you say you mess, up, Hetibay? You one of The People and you learned to See, to become Daughter of Eywa, so why you say you mess up?" Mo'at asked in an annoyed voice.

I stared into the wooden bowl, feeling the weight of the depression I have done my best to hide, "Every goal I set never seems to be able to... be finished. Save Tulte... failed that. Save The Tree of Voices... saved only one. And you asked me to... help Tsuhtey." I slurred his name in a cringe worthy way, "And now it's looks like even that didn't work... hesh fallen for a... female, dunno who..." I slurred, closing my eyes.