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Ozzie wondered if he could now consider himself a zombie.
Technically, he probably could, since the category was basically alive that transitioned to dead and then alive again. He didn't feel much like a zombie though, his body felt okay in general.
The first few minutes were a bit confusing, the last thing he remembered was bleeding out in the woods when Alex showed up and he told her to tell the others to trust Jonathan Walsh and then just darkness. And then light, he wasn't in the woods anymore, he was in a ship again, with the white glowing ceiling above, as well as a green face full of scales that he only recognized as Jonathan Walsh's when he said:
"It worked."
"What happened?"
"You were dead." Jonathan said unceremoniously, opening Ozzie's eyes to check the state of his pupils, and then going to check Ozzie's pulse in his neck.
"What?"
“Stay there, I’ll get you some water and then I’ll explain everything.”
When Jonathan came back he was wearing his human face, and in addition to water he had brought a bunch of healthy food that he forced Ozzie to eat for the next hour. As he recounted the things that had happened in the last few weeks he also checked Ozzie’s vitals and reflexes at semi-regular intervals.
“I’m fine.” Ozzie said after eating his third apple of the day. “I want to go to the group and tell them I’m okay.”
“Okay, I’ll go with you.”
“Don’t be stupid, you’re still a wanted man Walsh.”
Jonathan chuckled lightly.
“What’s funny?”
“That’s right, you still calling me Walsh. Dude you died for me, you can call me Jonathan. We’re at that point.”
Ozzie almost said at that moment that he would have done it for anyone, but now they were telling the truth and going back on even a small lie felt like taking a step backwards. Because yes, it was impulsive, but there was a moment when there was a decision to be made, whether to jump or not. And he chose to jump.
Ozzie took a deep breath, things were already complicated enough without adding to it all his recently discovered feelings for his annoying ex-boss who turned out to be an alien.
“Okay Jonathan, happy now?”
“Yes. Very much. But I still don’t think it’s a good idea for you to go down there alone, at least let me ask Don, that White guy I told you about who got involved with Kelly from your group, to go with you.”
“Ugh. Fine.”
“Good.” Jonathan said and called Don over the ship’s communicator “So is there anything else you want to know before you go down?”
“Uh, yes, I would like to know how exactly did you bring me back to life?”
Jonathan seemed frozen for a few seconds before he gave his widest smile, the one that made him look like the president of a college frat, the one Ozzie hated, and said in a tone of voice that was almost equally annoying:
“Oh. I kissed you and brought you back to life like I was Prince Charming and you were Sleeping Beauty. Although now that I think about it you were in a glass coffin so probably Snow White would be a more appropriate comparison, or was there a glass coffin in Sleeping Beauty too? I never paid much attention to that part of human culture. But you get the basics, I Prince Charming saved your life, you’re welcome Ozzie.”
“Fine, don’t tell me.”
“Oh. You don’t believe in true love’s kiss as a method of resuscitation?”
“You’re an idiot.”
Don walked up at that moment and said:
“Hi guys. Ready to go home Ozzie?”
“Just wait a minute.”
“Okay,” Don said.
“Walsh…Jonathan, just for the record I didn’t believe for a second your story about a magical kiss of true love or whatever, but I know you must have done something so thanks for that, really.”
“You’re welcome. It was my pleasure Ozzie.”