The arrow struck with brutal precision, tearing through flesh and muscle. Pain erupted like wildfire in your stomach, dragging you to your knees. Your vision blurred as your trembling hands instinctively moved to the wound, warm blood seeping through your fingers. The jungle around you felt distant, its vibrant sounds muffled by the pounding of your heartbeat.

And then you heard it—a guttural, heart-wrenching scream that tore through the trees.

"My son!"

Neytiri’s voice echoed with raw anguish, carrying through the dense foliage like a beacon of despair. Moments later, she was there, her movements swift and desperate as she fell to her knees beside you.

Her hands were trembling as they hovered over your wound, unsure where to touch without causing you more pain. Tears streaked her face, and her breath came in ragged gasps as she cradled your head, pressing it against her shoulder.

"Somebody help!" she cried, her voice cracking with a mix of fury and terror. "Jake! Jake!"

Her pleas were swallowed by the vast jungle, but her desperation was unrelenting. Her body shielded yours as if her sheer willpower could stop the world from taking you away. Neytiri’s strength had always been unshakable, but now it was fraying at the edges, unraveling under the weight of the unthinkable.

Through the haze of pain, you felt the warmth of her embrace, her love anchoring you even as the darkness threatened to pull you under.