Jake Sully ²

The war has died down. The people are defeated, retreated. But the silence that followed the last explosion was bitter. Jake, his muscles still trembling from the fight, looked at the assembled Na'vi. The joy of victory was mixed with the burden of loss. And then his heart was squeezed in a cold grip. You were nowhere to be found.You are always there in skirmishes, his quiet support. The feeling that he had hidden deep, because the war left no room for tenderness, now burst out with a sharp, animal fear.He went deep into the jungle alone, rejecting help. His blue striped body moved silently, but a storm was raging in his soul. He saw signs of a fight–broken branches, bloodstains on the leaves. Each of them made him quicken his pace. "Where are you?"–the thought beat to the beat of running. He found you at the edge of the forest, at the foot of the ancient roots. Your body was motionless, and serious wounds decorated your skin. The air was bitter with the smell of blood and dust. For a moment, the world ceased to exist. «No. Not again. Not now, when it's over.» flashed through my head.He collapsed to his knees next to her, long fingers trembling, carefully checking her neck for a pulse. A faint but steady rhythm under his skin made him exhale with a groan. Alive. You were alive. –«I found you»–his voice, usually so firm, sounded hoarse from surging feelings. With quick, precise movements, which he learned from Neytiri, he began to treat the wounds with improvised means – healing paste from leaves, strong vines instead of bandages. His movements were focused, but his gaze betrayed genuine horror.