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delicately, she laid it across his stomach. Delia and Aggie knelt on either side of him so they could inspect him, but Lydia stayed standing, hovering beside her grandma.
    He seemed to be drifting in and out of consciousness, but when he was out, his face relaxed, and Lydia realized that he was younger than she’d originally thought. He would probably grow up to be a handsome man, but now his features still had the softness of a boy’s.
    His skin was ashen, and his lips had a cerulean hue to them. Lydia couldn’t be sure if that was because he was soaking wet and it was forty degrees outside, or if it was something supernatural.
    “So, what are we dealing with here?” Delia asked, holding her hand against her forehead.
    “Um, his name is Daniel,” Aggie said. “He’s lost some blood, and he was in the water for longer than he should’ve been.”
    Delia lifted up his right arm so she could get a better look at his wounds. His shoulder and his upper back were mangled, and Lydia could see the muscle protruding through the tears in his flesh. When Delia touched a gash, Daniel moaned softly.
    “What did this to him?” Delia asked.
    “Was it a werewolf?” Lydia asked.
    Aggie shook her head. “No, it was just an accident. He was run over by a boat propeller.”
    “Is he…”—Delia attempted to give Aggie a knowing look—“ anything ?”
    “What?” Aggie asked.
    “Warlock, vampire, troll, nephilim, et cetera?” Delia elaborated.
    Aggie shook her head quickly. “Oh, no, no, he’s mortal. He’s just a human.”
    “I need to find him,” Daniel mumbled, then turned his head to the side. His eyelids fluttered but didn’t open. “I have to get him.”
    “What’s he talking about?” Delia asked.
    “His brother,” Aggie said. “He was in the accident with him.”
    “And he’s not here?” Delia asked.
    “No,” Aggie replied simply, and Delia didn’t press it further.
    “Has he been asleep the whole time?” Delia lifted one of his eyelids, checking for something. Daniel weakly swatted at her, so she took his hand, gently holding it. “Shh, it’s okay, sweetie. You’re safe, and we’ll take care of you.”
    “He was awake, but he’s been going in and out for a while,” Aggie said. “I thought he might be in shock or something.”
    “He may be,” Delia agreed. She leaned closer to him, still holding his hand, and she stroked his damp hair. “Daniel, can you hear me?”
    “What did I do?” he mumbled again and began moving. He turned his head to the side, and then he opened his eyes wide, looking completely stricken. “What have I done?”
    “Daniel, everything’s going to be okay,” Delia said. He tried to sit up, and she put a hand on his shoulder, holding him down. “Daniel, you need to stop moving. You’re hurt.”
    “I’ve tried singing to him to calm him down, but it doesn’t seem to help,” Aggie said.
    “Nana, do you want me to get your kit?” Lydia asked.
    Delia thought for a second, then looked up at her. “No. Not the kit. Go upstairs to the bathroom and get the salve out of the medicine cabinet. It’s in a purple glass jar on the top shelf.”
    Lydia hurried upstairs. Since her childhood, she’d been helping assist her grandma in all kinds of situations like this. When she was done with college, she hoped to officially start apprenticing with her. But right now she was satisfied to help in any capacity, even if it was just using the bathroom sink for support as she stretched to get a jar off the top shelf.
    When she came back downstairs, she found everyone in much the same position. Daniel was still moaning, and Delia was crouched over him trying to calm him, while Aggie looked on.
    “Here you go,” Lydia said as she handed her grandma the jar.
    “Thank you, my dear.” Delia propped Daniel up so he was lying on his side. “Aggie, can you hold him?”
    Once Aggie had him, Delia opened the jar of salve and scooped some out with her hand. It reminded Lydia of