A/N: I know I don't usually do this, but I thought I would warn any of you that are a little squeamish that this chapter goes into more details about how badly Mirabel is hurt, I didn't go into too many details but, just to be on the safe side...

Julieta had stayed at the remains of Casita, looking for anything, anything at all that might be salvageable. Augustin had already found a few blankets and Senor Cuddles, Antonio's stuffed bear. Which, thankfully, hadn't been in his new room. They hadn't found anything from any of the bedrooms, they had simply vanished along with the magic.

Mariano and his best friend Carlos had shown up to help them sort through the wreckage. Carlos was helping Julieta by lifting up what had once been her work table. Beneath it, thankfully, was a crate full of canisters of tea mixes. Even with her magic gone, these teas could come in handy in healing others, even if they won't be as potent as they had been with her magic.

"Gracias Carlos," she said as she moved the crate over to the tiny pile of stuff they had salvaged, a couple of Antonio's toys that had been under his bed in the nursery, his teddy bear, Mirabel's nightgown, a couple of blankets that Mirabel had practiced embroidery on, and what looked to be some sort of sewing project Mirabel had been working on. Julieta picked it up, curious about what it could possibly be. Her hija was so talented when it came to sewing. She unfolded the beautiful fabric, running her hand over it. This was high-quality fabric, it must have cost Mirabel a small fortune. Where had she got that type of money, and why?

Something thumped onto the ground as she unfolded the fabric even further. She glanced down, surprised to see that a notebook had been tucked into the fabric. She gently set the fabric down and picked it up.

Scrawled across the front in what she recognized instantly as Mirabel's handwriting was, "My Quinceanera". She cracked it open, now curious. She had asked Mirabel multiple times what she wanted to do for her birthday and she had insisted that she hadn't wanted a big party, just a family dinner like usual. This discovery had suggested that she had been lying to her. She had everything planned out, decorations, the cake, the flowers, there were several sketches of her dress, multiple designs. Finally, she reached the end of the notebook, the second to last page had Court on it, with several names scribbled out, and on the bottom, it simply asked, "Can Antonio be my escort? Do I need a court?" Julieta frowned, the court was supposed to be made up of her friends, she had friends, right? She turned to the final page, it was tear-stained, "I asked Abuela about the party, and showed her my plans, she told me it would be better to have a small party because of how close it was to Antonio's gift ceremony. I don't even see why I bothered, I knew what the answer was going to be. I hope for Antonio's sake that he gets a gift. He's such a sweet kid, having Abuela… I will not have Abuela treat Antonio the way I was treated. If he doesn't get a gift, I'll take him out of the Encanto, hopefully, I can find Tio Bruno and we can live with him."

Julieta nearly dropped the notebook, shocked, Mirabel had the whole thing planned, and her Mama had turned her away. She slammed the notebook shut, tucking it in with her teas. Once things calmed down slightly, she was going to have words with her mother about this, denying her daughter a quinceanera, after she had planned everything out for it.

Before she could crumble under the realization that she was a terrible mother a new sound grabbed her attention. The clanging of the church bells.

Rev. Perez had told her that he would ring the bells when Mirabel was found.

"Augustin!" She cried out, surprised, "They found her! They're calling the searchers in." Julieta gathered her skirts in her hands and sprinted down the path towards the church where her mother and sister were setting things up for them to spend the night there.

…

Luisa gripped Mirabel tightly against her chest, allowing Isabel to run up ahead to fetch their parents. Even though she no longer had her gift, their mother was the closest thing to a doctor that they had.

Dolores stayed close to Luisa, moving branches so that they didn't whack the taller girl or the small bundle in her arm.

Mirabel had yet to regain consciousness, limp in her sister's arms.

By the time they got to the edge of the village, the church bells were ringing out, calling everyone in from searching. Isabela was waiting for them. "We're being put up in the church," she announced, "Tia and Tonito set up a bed for Mira in the church."

…

Julieta burst through the doors of the church, "I heard the bells," she gasped out, lurching forward eagerly, "Where is she?" She demanded.

"Over here," Bruno called out, calling her to right in front of the pulpit where an old camp cot had been made up into a comfortable-looking bed. Isabela, Dolores, and Luisa were all crowded around it. Bruno was a step or two behind them, as if he wanted to join in, but didn't know if he was wanted or not.

Julieta slithered her way between her two hijas and looked down at the still figure laying on top of the blankets. Julieta took a deep breath, Old Doctor Valdez had taught her everything he possibly could before his death ten years earlier. There had simply been some things her magic just couldn't fix. If someone was ill, her magic only seemed to work on injuries, or was too injured to eat, she had to rely on what medical training she had received. How many times during those lessons had he looked at her and said, "Let's just say that if they aren't able to stomach some of your cooking, then they're probably not going to make it." She was pretty sure that being crushed by a tree was one of those situations.

"Mamá," Isabela called out, nervously tugging on her hair, "She's going to be alright, right?"

Julieta turned to look at her daughter, before shaking her head, "I don't know, I just don't know, without my gift… I can't promise anything."

"She has to be okay," Isabela pleaded, "por favor, she has to be."

"I'll do my best," Julieta assured her, resting a hand on her daughter before turning her attention to the figure on the bed. Isabela stood next to the bed even as her tia appeared, Antonio clinging tightly to her skirt as she took in the sight of her sister crouching over her youngest sobrina's still figure.

"Senora Perez organized a potluck dinner out back, there's plenty of food, you should all go eat."

"I'm not hungry Mama." If it was any other time, that statement would have rose the red flags of all the adults in the family. Camilo Madrigal was always hungry.

"I know Mijo, but can you at least try?" Pepa pleaded, "Once we're done eating we'll figure out sleeping arrangements for everyone. It's been a long day."

"Mami, where's Mirabel?" Antonio asked, "Everyone's back, but I don't see Mirabel."

Dolores pulled herself away from where she was just behind Isabela, silently comforting her as she watched her mother check the injuries on her younger sister, "Mira's sleeping," she told Antonio, "But maybe we can help Tia Julieta some," she suggested when Antonio's face fell, "It will be just like helping Mirabel. Tia, is there anything that you need?"

"Yes in the matter of fact there is," Julieta agreed, "We need to get Mirabel cleaned up, can you ask Senora Perez for a bowl of warm, soapy water and a clean rag, then go to Casita, she had a nightgown hanging up on the laundry line out back, get it."

Antonio's face lit up, "I'll go find her," he announced, letting go of his mother's skirt to rush off back outside.

…

Julieta accepted the bowl of water from Senora Perez.

"Is there anything else that you need?"

"Bandages," Julieta dipped the rag into the water, and wrung it out, gently wiping at Mirabel's face, "if you can't find any, a clean sheet will work, so long as it's okay if I cut it up," Julieta paused for a second, "Some straight sticks might be needed, we'll have to splint any broken bones, and some whiskey and or honey will be helpful, both actually."

"Are you planning to get drunk, Tia?" Camilo asked, appearing with a plate piled high with food.

"I'm glad to see that food has helped restore your spirit," Julieta announced, rinsing out her rag, "The whiskey isn't for me, it's for Mirabel, it's for medicinal purposes. You wash the wound with it so that it doesn't get infected."

"I'll see what I can find," Senora Perez offered, standing up.

Julieta continued to clean Mirabel, noting every last scrape and scratch she had. The one on her forehead was pretty bad, it had obviously bled a lot before clotting. That was where the blood on her shoulder came from. However her blouse was now more red than white, completely ruined, and it had been Mirabel's favorite outfit too.

Mirabel's arms were covered in scratches, a couple of them looked kind of deep. Julieta winched in sympathy as she gently poured the whiskey into them, she knew cleaning out wounds was painful. Yet Mirabel didn't so much as sift in her sleep. Mirabel's right wrist was bent at a strange angle, obviously broken. Setting it was going to be painful.

As she cleaned Mirabel up and examined each and every scratch, cleaning them all, pouring whiskey into some of the deeper ones before smearing honey on top of them and wrapping them up in a strip from a bedsheet, Augustin returned, offering to help as she gently tended to Mirabel's injuries. There wasn't much he could do as Julieta moved on to Mirabel's torso. The blouse had to be cut off, and once it was Augustin winched in sympathy. Her torso was one giant bruise, and there were several lumps that showed where her ribs had broken.

"I don't think I've ever been this banged up," Augustin muttered, "Not even from before I met you."

Julieta nodded, "I've never seen anyone this badly injured before," she agreed, "I'm trying to do my best but…"

"How bad is it?"

Julieta shook her head, "She's struggling to breathe a little, I think she has a collapsed lung, her wrist is broken, and she has four broken ribs. She hit her head really hard too, and the fact she hasn't come to yet has me worried. She should have woken up by now."

"Maybe it's better that she's asleep, at least she isn't in pain."

Julieta nodded, turning back to Mirabel, this time moving down to her legs, and winced. Both legs had been absolutely crushed by the tree, "These are going to take months to heal," she insisted.

"But she'll heal," Augustin insisted, "right?"

Julieta shook her head, "I'm… not so sure," she confessed, gently rolling Mirabel over onto her side so that she could show Augustin something she had noticed earlier, a swollen bump along their daughter's back, "Her back's broken."

"So?"

"I'm afraid that she might have had some spinal damage done when she was being moved," Julieta explained, "Even if I could heal her, that's something beyond my powers. There's a good chance that Mirabel will never walk again."