This story is called Suffering Water.

Katara looked down from the view on the bison that she and her three friends were flying on. Her heart stung and she felt so lifeless. Her face was pale and she seemed altogather lifeless and dry. Each morning that they camped and she woke up there seemed to be a new and fresh scar on her legs. No one but Aang had seemed to notice her current state and she sure wasn't about to tell them. She silently gasped for air, but found none. She tried to bend the water in her pouch into her mouth but it was no use. She tried to sleep and luckily that came to her easier than anything else. Except she wasn't sleeping...

Sorry this first chapter is so short I am just having writter's block!

R&R PLEASE...