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Assistant: Title: Love and cure
        Author: GreenMochi GreenMochi 
        Chapter: 6/10 
        Summary: It is well known that the feelings we try to hide always come out eventually. There's a reason for the saying: "What you don't say makes you sick. Mirabel didn't know how much truth there was in that phrase until the feelings she was pushing away manifested themselves in an unusual illness.As Mirabel struggles with the fever and the family tries desperately to cure her, Camilo finds himself in a situation he never expected: having to confront his own feelings for his cousin.
        Contents: Chapter 6
    

    

        
          
          
            Mirabel and Camilo get a moment with each other, but Abuela Alma has other plans for Camilo
          
        

      
        
          
          (See the end of the chapter for  notes.)
          
      
  

  
  
    
     
  Mirabel came out of her sleep slowly, almost reluctantly. Her limbs felt numb and heavy. Her head was spinning, although it didn't hurt, she felt dazed.

  She slowly raised a hand to touch her forehead. Her skin was still boiling, and she was bathed in sweat. She had always been sweaty, something her sister Isabela used to constantly tease her about in the past, but this was excessive; the thin fabric of the nightgown she had put on to handle the heat clung to her skin.

  She let out a slight grunt, for her throat was also dry. She had been told she had a fever, but Mirabel suspected it wasn't that. Normal fevers raised her temperature, which made her shiver with chills. Nothing to do with the situation she was in. 

  Suddenly she heard a light knock on her door, and remembered that was the sound that woke her up and brought her out of her dream. A dream that included her and Camilo. She sat up with difficulty and looked at the clock on her bedside table, then gave a strange look at the door; it was fifteen past five in the morning, who could be knocking at that hour? She doubted it was her mom, who would just walk in without waking her up.

  “Mirabel?”

  Her heart leapt in her chest. 

  “Mirabel, are you awake?”

  “Camilo!”

  Regaining her strength and stumbling over the blankets and sheets, Mirabel jumped out of bed with a start and ran to the door, but when she tried to open it, she found it locked. 

  “What? Why is it locked? Casita, open up.”

  Casita didn't budge. Mirabel looked at the ceiling in confusion. Normally, the house obeyed her without question.

  “Shhh, be quiet. Or we will be discovered,” Camilo said from the other side. 

  “What do you mean?” 

  “Nobody lets me in to check on you. They forbade me,” Camilo's voice had a tinge of annoyance in it, “I came at this hour hoping to see you without them finding out, but it seems they gave orders to Casita to keep me out.”

  Mirabel got a knot in her throat when she heard that. She remembered how distressed she was last night when everyone came to see her. Everyone except Camilo. She did her best to stay alert, waiting to see him come through her door and offer her one of his smiles, but it never happened. And because her family prohibited it! She didn't understand why. 

  “How are you?” asked Mirabel. 

  It seemed to her that Camilo made a stifled sound, somewhere between a laugh and a snort, “Me? But you're the sick one, Mirabel!”

  “Oh, right.”

  Unbidden, Mirabel burst out laughing at her own awkwardness. How could she think of asking Camilo how he was doing when she was the one who was sick? On the other side of the door, Camilo also began to laugh, and Mirabel's heart filled with joy. Her cousin's laugh was indeed melodious, “Let me sit down. We have some time before the others wake up.”

  Mirabel mimicked him and sat on the floor, her back leaning against the door. She hoped Camilo would be in the same position, it would be as if they were together, back to back. 

  “Now, Mirita. Tell me how you feel.”

  “Well…” only then did she realize that she felt good. Surprisingly good. Although she was still hot, she had regained her strength and no longer felt dizzy at all, “I feel better, much better.”

  “That's great!” Camilo said cheerfully, “That means you'll be out of there soon.”

  “I hope so. I want to see you,” she added to herself.

  “Me too.”

  Mirabel lifted her head, embarrassed. She thought she had said it softly enough so that Camilo wouldn't hear her. 

  “Camilo, I–”

  “I'm dying to see you, Mirabel. Last night I couldn't think of anything else but you.” 

  Her breath caught. Turning around, Mirabel placed her hand on the door that separated her from Camilo.

  “I thought about you all night too,” she confessed with her heart hammering in her chest, “And I also dreamed about you,” she refrained from mentioning the things that Camilo did to her in her dream and that she fervently wished he would do to her in real life. 

  She heard him sigh, and her body reacted to Camilo's breathing, coming back to life. Her belly quivered, like a rubber band stretching and stretching until it was taut and about to burst. 

  “Mirabel, I need to tell you…" Mirabel gasped as she heard Camilo's ragged breathing, “I want you to know–”

  “What are you doing here?”

  Luisa's authoritative voice startled Mirabel. There was a dull thud, then a struggle accompanied by a shout from Camilo, “Put me down!”

  “Luisa, no!” Mirabel shouted, banging on the door. Please, just for a moment. Let me see him for a moment. 

  She didn't know if she was saying it to Luisa or Casita, but both ignored her, turning a deaf ear to her pleas. Mirabel slammed the door a couple more times, defeated.

  
  
  
  
  

  Hanging over Luisa's shoulder, Camilo felt a little ridiculous, as if he were one of the bags she used to carry during her workdays in town.

  He struggled uselessly, but his older cousin held him tight., “Do I weigh nothing to you?”

  Luisa scoffed, “Of course not. It's like carrying a bunch of grapes.”

  “Ouch, that was completely unnecessary,” Camilo replied, slightly offended. Luisa may have super strength, but it wasn't very flattering to know that his weight meant nothing to her, “Where are you taking me?”

  “With Dolores.”

  He must have guessed. Surely his sister overheard him talking to Mirabel and gave orders to Luisa to get him out of there. At least she wasn't taking him to see his mamá, he wasn't in the mood for more lightning. 

  “Hey, do you happen to know why I can't see Mirabel?” he ventured to ask. Maybe Luisa was not so given to talking, but nothing was lost by trying. 

  Luisa shrugged, causing Camilo to shake violently. He thought about complaining to her, but it didn't seem like a good idea.

  “They didn't tell me anything, only that you would try to get into Mirabel's room and that I had to prevent it.”

  “What?” He complained, “They didn't tell you the reason and you didn't ask either?”

  Luisa shrugged again. This time Camilo was convinced she was doing it on purpose, “You know that I don't–”

  “Yes, yes. You don't ask how hard the work is. I heard your song; very good, by the way. Catchy.”

  Camilo gave up and stopped trying to free himself. They remained silent for a while, until Luisa spoke:

  “You managed to talk to her... How was she?”

  “She said she was feeling better. She seemed to be telling the truth, she sounded cheerful.”

  “I see, that's good. Yesterday she looked... weak.”

  Camilo felt his heart squeezing. He imagined Mirabel lying in bed, feverish. And he could do nothing for her, “Are you worried about her?”

  “I'm always worried about her. She's my little sister.”

  “Yeah, but I'm saying–”

  “Tía Pepa says she'll be fine,” Luisa interrupted him, “We just have to take care of her, keep her fever under control and..." she put him down on the floor in front of Dolores' door, “keep an eye on you so you don't get inside. You're sneaky.”

  Camilo couldn't help smiling, “I guess not enough to escape from you.”

  Luisa smiled back, though she seemed less confident than usual. She knocked a couple of times on Dolores' door using her fingertip. 

  “See you later, Camilo. Try not to get into any more trouble.”

  Camilo waved goodbye before opening the door to talk to his sister and get it over with. As he entered he stood petrified, for his sister was not alone. Abuela was with her. 

  Seeing the matriarch of the family was enough to make his soul fall to his feet. With a single look at her, Camilo knew that his life was hanging by a thread. It had been many years since he had last seen that icy look in his grandmother's gaze. He didn't know which was more terrifying, the electrifying fury in his mother's eyes, or the coldness in Abuela Alma's 

  “I knew you were bold. But I didn't think you could be such a fool.”

  The insult brought back his courage, “Am I a fool to care about Mirabel? Because I was one before, just like all of us, and I won't be again.” 

  “No,” Abuela said without losing her composure, “Because you don't seem to understand the gravity of this situation.”

  “Of course I don't understand it! How can I understand if you don't explain to me what the f@ck is going on!”

  “Camilo!”

  Dolores looked at him with her huge eyes full of warning. No one dared to use such foul language in grandma's presence, but Camilo was beyond manners, he was fed up. 

  “If you would let me see her–”

  “Absolutely not.”

  “At least for a moment!”

  “The answer is still no.”

  Camilo ran his hands over his face, completely out of his control. This was too much for him, “I don't understand! I need to know!”

  Abuela looked him over, determining how much information needed to be revealed to the boy, “Very well. What you need to know is that Mirabel is sick.”

  Camilo stared at her in disbelief. Did they think he was an idiot? 

  “Everyone knows that. But what else?”

  Alma wrapped the black shawl around her chest with a solemn gesture, “Mirabel's fever is very strange. Unusual. Few in this town have ever had it. As far as I know, she is the third.”

  Camilo's breath caught. Until now he had never considered the possibility that Mirabel's life was in danger. 

  “Will she... be alright?”

  “The fever shouldn't be lethal if it is controlled. Mirabel should be recovered within a few days. But she will remain in quarantine for at least a couple of weeks to avoid any relapse.”

  Only then Camilo could breathe again. His grandmother seemed to be sure of what she was saying, Mirabel would be fine. But there was still something bothering him. 

  “That doesn't explain why I'm the only one not allowed to see her. Casita shut me out.”

  Alma looked at him with defiant eyes, “I gave the order myself.”

  “But why?”

  Alma exchanged glances with Dolores, “He won't leave us alone until he knows, will he?”

  Dolores nodded slightly. She knew her brother well enough to know he wouldn't let up without a good reason. 

  Alma returned her attention to Camilo.

  “I'm keeping you away from Mirabel because I'm not sure how the fever would affect you,” she explained cautiously, "Never before had a patient and a cause of the disease lived together in the same house.”

  Camilo remembered Tía Julieta's elusive look and his mother's insistence on keeping him away, “So that's it? You think I made Mirabel sick?”

  “Technically speaking, yes.”

  “But I didn't do anything!”

  “Not deliberately.”

  “But that's not possible. How could I–”

  Alma raised her hand and Camilo fell silent on the spot.

  “The only thing you need to know is that you must stay away from Mirabel. We don't know if your presence could aggravate her illness, or if you could become infected. Which would be even more problematic for everyone.”

  “But I talked to Mirabel. She said she was feeling better–”

  An icy fury crossed Abuela's face, and Camilo felt a shiver, “So you managed to talk to her. Your determination to disobey seems to know no bounds, Camilo. Which is why I have several jobs for you to take care of in town.”

  “What? But it's not even six in the morning!”

  Alma walked past him with the same coldness in her gait, ignoring his complaints. 

  “I'll wait for you downstairs. We must hurry, so don't keep me waiting.”

  
  
  
  
  

  Back in her bed, Mirabel shrank under Julieta's anxious gaze. She knew her mom was worried about her, but the way she studied her face, looking for any sign of variation in her state of health, made her uneasy. 

  Julieta had found her minutes before sitting on the floor, still with her fists on the door, and she had a terrible shock when she assumed that Mirabel had started to become delirious. 

  “Are you sure you don't feel sick?”

  “I feel the same as yesterday, mom. Tired and feverish, that's all.”

  “Are you sure?”

  The truth was that, once she was away from Camilo, Mirabel felt the symptoms of the fever again. The strength she regained from knowing that Camilo was on the other side of the door, hearing his voice and talking to him, left her as soon as they had arrived. Tiredness took hold of her, and she needed the help of her mom and Luisa to get back to bed.

  “Well, a moment ago I was feeling better,” she admitted.

  “Really? That's–” 

  “When I talked to Camilo.”

  Julieta pressed her lips tightly together at the mention of her nephew. That detail did not escape Mirabel's notice. 

  “He shouldn't have done it. It was too early, you were probably asleep. He had no right to–”

  “He told me everything, “Mirabel interrupted her, “That you didn't let him come to see me. Casita didn't let him in either, and it didn't listen to me when I asked. You ordered it, didn't you? To leave Camilo outside. Why?”

  Despite the weakness in her voice, the accusatory tone was undoubtedly evident. She had never spoken to her mom like that before, and Julieta looked at her with a hurt expression. 

  “It's better this way, Mirabel. You don't understand, but it's for your sake, and for Camilo's.”

  “I can't even see him from afar?”

  Julieta couldn't hold her daughter's gaze. Mirabel was her spoiled child, denying her something was painful for her, “Eat your breakfast. You need to be strong.”

  Reluctantly, Mirabel ate half the contents of her plate before pushing it aside. Julieta tried to persuade her to eat more, but Mirabel still had no appetite, and still found the flavors of the food unbearably intense. To please her mamá, she swallowed the two cups of water she had brought her. She was still sweating profusely, and Julieta worried that she might suffer a dehydration. 

  Julieta placed the dishes on the tray and stood up, “Do you want me to keep you company, dear?” 

  Mirabel shook her head. Before closing the door, Julieta turned one last time to Mirabel. 

  “Do you need anything else?”

  Mirabel had already laid down on the bed, her back to her mother. 

  “I need Camilo.”
 
  
  

    
      
        
        
          What?” He complained, “They didn't tell you the reason and you didn't ask either?”Luisa shrugged again. This time Camilo was convinced she was doing it on purpose, “You know that I don't–”“Yes, yes. You don't ask how hard the work is. I heard your song; very good, by the way. Catchy.”This dialogue works well in english, but has more sense in spanish (since I wrote this story first in that lenguage xdd)In the spanish version of the song Surface Pressure, Luisa sings "No pregunto, ejecuto" (I don't ask, I execute), which has more sense with the conversation she's having with Camilo, Because that's what he makes fun of, that she does what she's told without asking any questions'
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