Thundersnow

Day 2

The next morning was quiet.

And normally that was nothing unusual, but there was nothing "usual" about the guest that was now occupying his spare room.

At first Ice thought nothing of it. The girl was likely still asleep after such a hard day the night before but that changed when he opened the door to the room.

Libber was facing away from the door and as he went to turn the girl over his heart dropped.

Her face was screwed up and contorted as if she was in pain, small whimpers leaking out every now and then. Cold sweat ran down her body as she laid there.

Of course, of course this would happen. She'd been running around in the mountains in the winter without a jacket or any source of warmth, of course the six year old would get sick. He mentally slapped himself.

He wore gloves but even through them as he pressed one to her forehead he could feel the heat emanating off of her. She was burning up.

Ice stood back for a moment and for a second he wasn't looking at Libber. He was back in that room, soft light filtering through the window onto its sole occupant.

A girl, she looked to be in her late teens she had soft black hair and a long, light pink robe. She smiled gently before breaking down into a coughing fit. She was so sick, she was always so sick. And there was nothing he could do about it. Absolutely nothing.

And then he was back in reality.

Libber was still there and she was still sick.

On a dime Ice had turned around and when towards the bathroom. He had plenty of practice with this, plenty of experience when it came to helping the ill.

He swiftly grabbed his supplies from the cupboard and walked back into the room with Libber.

He worked silently preparing medicines merely sitting in this room probably made the little girl feel more comfortable, he knew cold always emanated off of him in droves. It wasn't necessaryily good though, fever was good in a way, it meant her body was fighting off the sickness but being here was better than leaving a child to die.

It was so odd, a feeling of awful nostalgia working with medicine again he hadn't had to do it in such a long time.

It didn't end well last time. But here he was and he had no choice.

The girl needed help.

He was going to help her.

. . .

Libber was not getting any better.

It had been three days and her fever hadn't broken.

It had been three days and she'd never woken up.

It had been three days and Ice knew something needed to be done.

He was avoiding it he had tried to hold out hope it wouldn't come to this but when he came in to check on the girl he knew she needed a hospital.

He wasn't against the hospital by any means and in no way was he withholding proper care due to his general aversion for other people but there were many issues that came with it.

First being he lived on a mountain far from anything that resembled a town. The only hospital he knew of was in a nearby town the had been growing bigger by the year. He hadn't been there in a very long time, not since it was a tiny fifty person town but from what the girl had said she must've lived there at some point. Clearly he needed to get to Little Ninjago City.

The second problem? He still lived on a mountain. There was only one way to get her there and that would be walking her through the cold which if he wasn't fast could end up doing twice the amount of damage.