Mirabel woke up to sunlight streaming through the window and hitting her eyes. She groaned, at least she thought she groaned, she still couldn't hear anything, as she sat up. Her muscles protested the movement and screamed with pain.

Mirabel bit her lip, as tears sprang from her eyes, she was fine, this wasn't the worse that she'd been hurt before, she just needed one of her mother's arepas and everything would be just fine. She glanced at the door, still shut tight, probably locked.

The door suddenly swung open and a jaguar came charging into the room with a little boy clinging to his back, his mouth moving happily as he told Mirabel about something.

Mirabel frowned, she had no idea what Antonio was saying, but he was waving his arms around wildly, gesturing towards the door. He must have been sent to fetch her for breakfast. That must mean that she wasn't in as big of trouble as she first thought. If she was in really big trouble, Mama or Abuela would have brought her a tray of food.

…

Antonio woke up naturally around seven and spent a good hour and a half exploring his new room with Parce the Jaguar before Dolores fetched him for breakfast, "Come on Hombrecito," she said softly, "It's time for breakfast, everybody slept in this morning."

"Why?" Antonio asked, "Mirabel always makes sure that everybody gets up on time."

"I don't think Mirabel's feeling good today," Dolores said softly, "She's still asleep. She had a hard night last night and can probably use the rest."

Antonio nodded, he didn't really understand what Dolores was saying but if Mirabel was sick then she should be allowed to sleep in.

Breakfast was the same as always with Abuela telling everybody what to do and what was happening that day. There was only two major differences from her usual talk. The Guzmans were coming over for dinner, and Antonio was to accompany Abuela around town to figure out how to use his gift to help the community.

As breakfast was finishing up, Dolores suddenly straightened up, "Mirabel's awake Tia."

"It's about time that girl woke up," Abuela muttered, "I don't understand why she's so lazy."

Antonio jumped up eagerly, Mirabel had went to bed early the night before, he never got a chance to introduce her to his new friends, "I need to introduce her to Parce!" he exclaimed.

"Antonio we have things to do, Mirabel can wait until later."

There was a crash of thunder, "Oh leave him alone Mama," Pepa exclaimed, "Let him talk to Mirabel, the Encanto has survived without his gift until now, an extra hour won't kill them."

Antonio flashed his mother a grin, before jumping on his jaguar racing upstairs, "Mirabel! Mirabel!" he cried out as he barged into the Nursery, "This is Parce!" he announced eagerly, "I have so many new animal friends, once I get back from town with Abuela you should come to my room and meet them all. They all want to meet you."

Mirabel simply blinked at him before standing up… only she was moving funny, and as she stood up she started to sway weirdly. She took a step forward. Her whole body was starting to lean forward. Casita lifted the tiles under her feet causing her to tip backwards, before she finally collapsed half on and half off of the bed.

"Mirabel?" Antonio called out nervously, Mirabel didn't respond, "Mirabel!" he called again, "Mami, Tia, come quick!" he shouted, "There's something wrong with Mirabel!"

Footsteps pounded up the stairs as first his Mama and then his Tia arrived.

"What's wrong?" Pepa asked, not noticing the cloud that was slightly drizzling over her head.

"I don't know," Antonio cried out, "I came up to talk to Mirabel, and she started to get out of bed, but she was all wobbly and then she collapsed. Casita pushed her backward so that she'd fall on her bed instead of the floor."

"Wow," Isabela muttered, rolling her eyes, as she poked her head into the nursery, "She must be pretty hungover," she insisted.

"Isabela," Julieta insisted, "She must have caught something last night. There were so many people here, and she's always been so susceptible to disease. We'll get her back to bed, and I'll make her something that will help. I wish that I could cure illnesses, but I can't."

Mirabel blinked slowly, coming too to see a redhead with a cloud over her head staring down at her. No, no, no, this wasn't happening, what was she doing here. She had been good. She had stayed in the nursery, just like she had told her too. She had a cloud, she was going to strike her again. She didn't want to be hit again.

She stumbled to her feet, her knees buckling as her head swum. She tried to make it away from her tia but she grabbed her arm, her mouth was moving, she was saying something but Mirabel couldn't hear what it was. She had to get away there was lightning dancing around her cloud. She had to move, she had to get away.

More hands were touching her, she had no idea whose they were, they touching her arm and urging her back to bed, Yet she can't breathe, she's gasping for air as she's urged back onto the bed.

…

Pepa let out a sigh of relief as Mirabel slowly flicked her eyes open, "Easy there Mira," she said softly, "Let's get you back to bed, si?"

Only Mirabel didn't lay down, she tried to walk away, no wonder Antonio called for them. She was walking so weakly, Pepa grabbed her by the arm, steadying her as her knees buckled, "Come on, you'll feel better in bed," she insisted.

Mirabel wasn't listening, Pepa doubted that she could hear her over her loud gasping. She was really struggling to breathe right now.

Julieta reached out helping Pepa steady Mirabel before urging her back to bed, "Come on Mira, you'll feel better in a little while," she insisted, propping Mirabel's pillow up, "I think that it might be Pneumonia, she's really struggling to breathe right now," she told her sister as she tucked Mirabel back in, "I'll be right back with something that should help you feel a little better," she promised Mirabel.

…

After Tia Pepa left Mirabel discovered that she was able to breathe again. She really had no idea what was going on. Antonio had came into her room, she had stood up, but she had been so lightheaded and wobbly that she must have passed out because the next thing she knew was her tia hovering over her.

Was she allowed out of the nursery or not? Maybe it would be better if she just stayed in bed anyway. At least until she felt better. She had just closed her eyes, and was about ready to fall back to sleep, gosh she was tired, when she felt a soft hand on her shoulder.

She opened her eyes to see the blurry figure of her mother leaning over her. Julieta said something before helping Mirabel to sit up more, before placing a tray of food in front of her. Mirabel quickly grabbed an arepa and bit into it, straining her ears to hear what her mother was saying.

Everything remained quiet. The world stopped spinning, she stopped aching, but everything was quiet.

She finished eating in total silence, even as her mother's mouth moved constantly.

…

"Where does it hurt Mirabel," Julieta asked, "Is it your head, your stomach, your throat?"

Mirabel didn't reply, but she did eat her food, although Julieta did notice that the first bite was more enthusiastic then the rest.

As soon as Mirabel was done, Julieta took the tray away, leaving the door open so that she could better hear Mirabel should she call for her.

…

Mirabel glanced at the open door, that was a good sign, she thought, as she slowly slid back out of bed. While the arepa hadn't done anything for her ears, it had helped a lot with her lightheadedness and stiff muscles. That was great news because she didn't want to risk having another run in with her Tia Pepa. The best thing she could do was head out into town.

…

Dolores honestly let out a sigh of relief as she heard Mirabel get ready for the day. Finally she'll be able to talk to her.

Mirabel walked past her, obviously heading into town. Dolores jumped up, following her, "Hey, Mirabel, I need to tell you something," she whispered, but Mirabel continued to walk away without even glancing at her. Huh, maybe she didn't hear her, everyone complained that she talked to quietly. Although if they asked her, they all talked too loudly.

She raced to follow her only to discover that she was already too far ahead for her to catch up. She would have to catch her another time.

"Something wrong Dolores?" Pepa asked, stepping up behind her oldest.

"Yeah," Dolores confessed, "I wanted to talk to Mirabel about something, I probably should have talk to her last night, but I wanted to give her some space."

"About what?"

"The cracks she saw," Dolores confessed, "I heard them, I've actually been hearing them for a while now, since..." she trailed off… "Just after Mirabel's gift ceremony."

"When my brother left," Pepa guessed.

Dolores nodded, "And Abuela knows about them, I told her last night that I heard them. Besides, Luisa's gift almost gave out as well. I wanted to let Mirabel know, but I don't think she heard me."

"Well, you do talk quietly," Pepa said, a cloud forming over her head, "The cracks were real. Great and I yelled at her. Julieta probably is going to hate me. I really need to apologize to her."

"She headed into town," Dolores said.

"She must be feeling better," Pepa said, "Which doesn't really make sense, seeing as your tia's food doesn't heal sickness normally."

"It does help with the symptoms," Dolores pointed out, "Maybe she had something she really had to do today?"

"Maybe," Pepa said, frowning slightly, "We better keep an eye on her today though, just in case."

"Keep an eye on who?" Abuela's sharp voice called out as she approached them, "What is going on here?" she demanded.

"Mirabel," Pepa said, "She just left, even though she was so sick that she passed out trying to get out of bed earlier. I mean I know that Julieta's food helps with symptoms like lightheadedness, but it's going to wear off eventually."

"She's fine, she probably just pretended to pass out to get attention, just like last night with the cracks."

"Abuela," Dolores said, crossing her arms across her chest, "I told you last night, Mirabel was telling the truth, I could hear Casita cracking, and I know that you believed me, because I heard you last night talking about it."

"The Magic is strong," Abuela insisted, "Just get your chores done, and Pepa, do something about that cloud. If you are going to rain, you might as well do something useful with it."