Minutes pass but it doesn't feel that way to Cera. He can't flee from the monsters in his mind, and the burning only grows ever stronger. Never before had he felt like this and he was desperate for somebody to stop it. Heartbroken whimpers are all that can come out now, throat ripped too heavily by his own screaming to speak any longer. A touch on his face shocks him and he wants to lurch away, fearing the demon has returned to finish the job. But there is no energy left and he lies limply as the spasm passes, hearing his name once again. Fuzzy and distorted. It felt like every second he was weaker, eyes hooded and nostrils flared. Trying desperately to gain air when he was so tired he could hardly draw it in manually anymore. He just wanted to sleep...

But apparently he couldn't because the thudding of the earth sent a wave of fresh agony through his head. Shocking him back to a higher state of consciousness. Why did they do this? Why couldn't they let him sleep? Another heat comes just as the spasm does, as if trying to fight it away. It's different from the boiling of the poison, but it is uncomfortable nonetheless and he whimpers out deliriously. Hoping whoever it was would stop, because the double heat was almost unbearable. 

Too tired to sob, tears slip silently from unseeing eyes. It hurt. That was all his young mind could comprehend. The purging of the poison was uncomfortable, his blood felt like two fires were fighting each other. But when the stifling heat beat the boiling one, the spasms stopped and ever so slowly his eyes cleared. The monsters faded away, sneering. Whispering promises that they would return, that Cera was foolish to think he was safe. Red tinted sand soon took the place of these visions, even of everything was blurry and slow. The wound on his chest soon stopped hurting but would undeniably leave a nasty scar. Lungs pulled in air weakly, as if the job were too hard to do normally. With the spasms gone, he lay lifelessly on the sand. Croaking out the best he could, talking hurting him for a moment. "Daddy..." Trying in vain to move his head, wanting to see his face again. Turning his eyes to the sweet female before him. Exhausted green eyes turned to her, unable to put a name to a face. "Mommy?" Had she come back? Was she an angel? But he didn't know her and he wanted Midas. Trying again to lift himself, even just his head. Eyes moving to try and find him. Spotting painted legs standing beside the strange pretty female and lifting his gaze to his father. One scared tear spilling down his cheek. "Daddy...'m tired...wha' happened?" Voice shaking. He wanted to know but he also didn't. He wanted to go to Midas, be held. Have him chase the monsters away. But he was too tired to move and that only scared him further. "'m scared Daddy..." Chest hitching as he tried hard to be brave and not cry any more. Frail whisper revealed his fears, pride of no consequence to him now.