"Rufio!!"
"She did it!"
"He's alive!!"
"Rufio!"
"He's back!!"
"RUFIO!!"
The Lost Boys were so happy to have Rufio back; they didn't seem to notice that he was practically being carried by a pixie and a teenage girl. Alana shooed them all away.
"Alright, boys, back off, now. What he needs now is rest."
Tink and Alana brought Rufio to his little pad in the tree. They laid him down on the pallet, and Alana sat down next to him. Tinkerbell led a little redheaded kid with a bowl of water and a small square of animal skin into the pad.
Alana took the skin and hustled the kid out of the room.
"Is lying here supposed to help me?"
Alana looked over at Rufio, who had sat up and was propped up on his forearms. Alana sat back down next to him. "You've had one heck of a day, and sleep is what's gonna help you more than anything else.
"What's that stuff for?"
"Well, it's common for people who get brought back from the dead to get feverish. This is just to help cool you down if that happens.
Rufio rolled his eyes. "Whatever."
"Well, unless you'd rather die from a fever!"
"Been there, done that."
"No, no, you died quickly last time. If you die from a fever, you die extremely slowly. After you start saying things and completely embarrassing yourself, you'll feel as though you're drowning in flames. You won't be able to breathe, think straight, or move, you'll barely be able to talk. Want to keep talking, boy, or do you wanna shut up and listen to me?"
Rufio laid back down with out another word. "That's my boy," Alana said. Rufio's eyes started to droop, and Alana pulled the blanket up to his chest.
"Hay, Alana?"
"Yeah?"
"Can you bring anyone back to life?"
"Yes, but there's one rule."
"What's that?"
"None of your business."
"Ah, it wouldn't matter anyways."
"And why not?" Alana sat closer to him, as his voice was getting softer.
"Because you'd find a way to bring me back. No matter what rules there are." He fell asleep.
Alana looked down at the sleeping boy, surprised. Not just at the fact he'd say something like that within just a couple hours of meeting…But, she though as she ran her fingers through his hair, at the fact that he's right.