The Redbird's story.

Mickey drank her own tea. "I see." She said. "Do me a favor."

Elliot looked up, surprised. "Sure," she said. "What is it?"

"Don't get your hopes to high." Mickey siad drinking the rest of her tea.

Elliot winced, looking back down at her tea. Another tear fell from her eyes and dropped into what was left of her tea. She handed it back to Mickey. "Thank you, but I'm not very thirsty," she said softly.

Mickey took the cup and left the room closeing the door behind her.

Elliot was feeling much better now, but she didn't want to leave. She layed back down on the bed next to Tyler, scooting as close to him as the bed would allow.

Tyler laied unmoveing. Unaware of elliot moveing closer to him.

Joie walked into the cottage.

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"Yes'sir!" Blake said happily to the old man.

Elliot stopped when she was right next to him. She curled up and closed her eyes, but wasn't able to sleep.

Joie walked in to Mickey's bed room. It was almost dinner time. "Hurgy?" He asked.

Elliot looked up but shook her head.

"I'm not eating until Tyler wakes up," she said, still curled up in a small ball.

Joie blinked. "You think you'll be helping him by not eatting?" He said. "Would he want you to do that for him? It would make him feel bad if he never woke up again." Joie never seen one before and would never see one while alive, but he believed in angels, and knew if his little unkle died then that he would be one.

"I don't care," Elliot murmered. "I'm not eating," she repeated, still curled up. She didn't looked up at Joie, tears in her eyes again. "I'm not hungry anyways."

"Fine be that way, child." Joie said before walking out.

"Be nice Joie!" Mickey said when he got back down shairs.

Elliot closed her eyes again, but didn't do anything else. She had nothing to say to them. She wondered what time it was, or if her mom knew where she was.

Blake followed the path all the way back to the road he lived. He ran, keeping his tearuse safe in his arms.

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Something wasn't right. Everything was black, he didn't kow were he was. He was all alone. But he wasn't scared. His laizy side kicked in again. He didn't want to climb back out. He knew he had a reason too, but he couldn't rember exaltly what that reason was. No he wasn't scared.

Elliot opened her eyes again, and sat up in the bed. She looked at Tyler. He had that same look on his face as he did earlier.

"Tyler," She said, shaking him softly. "Tyler, can you hear me?" She asked, tears in her eyes again. "I need you, please listen to me."
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Cora had given up looking for Blake and went into the house again.

He could hear something. 'Tyler?' Was that his name. The voice seem familer.

"Tyler!" Elliot said, a bit louder. "It's Elliot, can you hear me?" She asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Tylers eyes fluttered open. "Elliot?" He asked. His voice dry. "I'm I'm" What was he? Scared? "Im thristy." He said not what he wantted to say but not a lie. His eyes lids were heavy and he wanted to fall asleep again.

"Tyler!" Elliot said, her face lighting up. "Right. Thirsty," she said, scrambling out of the bed. "Don't go to sleep while I'm gone, please," she said, and turned and ran down the stairs to the others to get water for him. "Guys, Tyler's awake and he's thirsty!" She said when she got down the stairs. She was feeling dizzy again and leaned against the staircase.

Joie Mickey and Matt were eatting. "Right." Matt said dtanding up and getting a cup of tea that Mickey had made earlir and handed it to elliot.

"Thank you!" Elliot said, and turned and ran back up the stairs and into the other room. She closed the door behind her and ran over to the bed, handing Tyler the cup of tea. "Here!" She said.

Tyler was driffing off to sleep again. and didn't relize he was being talked to.

"No, Tyler, you have to drink this!" Elliot cried, setting it down on the bedside table and shaking him softly. "Wake up, please!"

Tyler opened his dark green eyes they were no longer bright and playful. But dull and half way dead. They fell close agian. and he was once again asleep.