Hurting and Healing

Note: Bold words are to describe Cebolinha's speech impediment. CW for discussion of injuries and vomiting.

"Just get to the base...then we can deal with the wounds later." 

Cebolinha thought to himself as he trudged through the snowy forest as the cold wind howls constantly. He had to look back occasionally to make sure the others were still behind him as the visibility in the snow-storm was becoming more opaque the longer they all traveled up this hill.

The wounds from the execution were still fresh; Cebolinha clutched his abdomen, the warm blood oozing out from his large cut that extended from his chest to his stomach; his skin stitched together as a large scar wrapped around head. Trying to cover his tracks was made even harder since his arms were nothing but bones ever since he and the three other kids were resurrected back to life by The Serpent. Cebolinha clearly remember that new powers he and the others got, the resurrection and now the calling to the mountains beyond the kingdom. But it came with some side-effects..

Retching was heard behind him as Cebolinha turned his head slightly to see Cascão, hunched over a bush as he coughs and throws up into said bush. Magali was trying to help comfort him while using her scarred hand to pat his back. Cebolinha groaned; of course Cascão got sick again. His pestilence powers have making him feel sick as well.

"Geez this is the fifth time this jouwney! Can't you at least keep it down for 15 minutes?" 

Cãscao just slowly turned his head to face Cebolinha, "What do you think?" Then he went right back to hurling. Mônica, who had been quiet this entire trek up so far, scoffed at the sight of the others struggling to keep up with her. 

"Clearly not since you're so intent on hacking up your guts every second we move." 

Her tone rather cold and full of irritation as she picked up Cascão by the back of his neck shackle, dragging him across the snow. Cebolinha and Magali just stepped to the side as they let the eldest take the lead, knowing they'll at least make more progress this way.

They all walked in relative silence for the rest of the trip while collecting leaves and snow from the forest. Soon after a trek up the rocky hillside, Cebolinha got to the top first and saw the base. The entrance looked like a long forgotten temple with crumbling stone pillars leading to the door. 

Hypnotized by the sight of the poetic stone arch, he almost didn't hear Mônica's yell as she threw Cascão up the hill anywho landed unceremoniously just a couple feet away from where Cebolinha was standing, making him jump up out of fear.

Cebolinha took a sigh of relief and turned his head to glare at Mônica once she made her way up. The latter just gave him an unimpressed look and shrugged. 

"What else did you want me to do? Let the poor guy climb up all by himself?" 

She motioned towards Cascão who was coughing intensely as he stumbled to pick himself back up before responding to Mônica. 

"I could've but you just threw me up a FIVE FOOT CLIFF-! Sure I wasn't feeling well but you think that made me feel any better?!"

 He began to chastise Mônica before Magali pushed them both apart to break up the fight.

"Oi! Break it up you two. Not right now." 

She calmly told the both of them, looking back and forth between an irritated Mônica and a weaken yet still furious Cascão.

 "Unless you wanna get pushed back down, I suggest knocking it off until further notice, got it?" 

They both just stared at each-other before sighing and separating. Cebolinha, who watched the whole interaction go down gave a nod towards Magali as he approached her.