There isn't an immediately obvious explanation as to why a bright light comes arcing through the trees toward him, exploding with a concussive force sufficient to hurl Beau over a hundred feet, directly into and through the branches of a particularly knotty sycamore tree.

It's really more that the branches are going through him, one might say.

The branches aren't actually strong enough to support the weight of Beau's body for very long.

Why couldn't he have killed someone easier to carry.

Lucien can't really bring himself to believe this will work, but he's trying it anyways.

It works!  The corpse opens his eyes.

Then he'll see a man holding him, looking down at him with terrified eyes.

...He dies.  Again.

Okay but this time Lucien knows that it's maybe actually possible. He's going to get Beau's heart beating no matter what he has to do. 

Nope, he's ignoring that idea and continuing to work at this.

Beau is - kind of awake, for a moment, except that he has no idea what's going on - he can't see anything or feel anything; he hears - maybe something, he tries to concentrate on that -

and then all the pain comes back at once, and he very much doesn't want to hold onto that; he would really really like to be back asleep, actually -

-okay traumatic injuries are bad for the boy, this shouldn't be that surprising. What if... Lucien fixed those. And did all the other things again. And then later his thoughts can be pulled in uncomfortable directions, but not now.

The next time Beau wakes up, he feels... fine?  Cozy.  Sleepy.  There are sensations and those are fine; there are noises and those are annoying.  Ultimately he feels pretty nice, though.

Good!

But he doesn't, like, move about this.  He's breathing; does that count?

Lucien can't tell.

"Please wake up."

"Nno..."

No actually the boy needs to wake up. How do you wake someone up.

Okay, his fourth idea isn't completely terrible and so he's going with it and digging his nails into the boy's arm until the pain wakes him up.

- That does make him jerk and open his eyes.  And keep them open.

Lucien can't think of anything to say that he won't regret so he's going to silently stare at a point to the left of the boy's head instead.

.....................

"...Wha'happened?"

"You were injured, and now you're not."

Lucien buttons up his shirt.