I twisted the faucet shut, and the freezing water from the showerhead stopped instantly. I yanked a bath towel off the rack, wrapped it around Harry's soaked body, and lifted him out of the tub.The bathroom door flew open, and Xena rushed inside. She was still clutching the fishbone needle in a death grip.When she saw the seaweed that had been pulled out of the floor drain and tossed aside, she shuddered violently, as if someone had just lashed her with a whip.She dropped the needle and lunged forward, shoving me out of the way. Roughly tearing the towel off Harry, she began stripping away his wet pajamas.The icy sensation jolted Harry awake, and he burst into terrified sobs. Xena ignored him completely. Her hands frantically searched his freezing skin. She turned him over and stared intently at his back and neck.There were no blisters. No strange growths had appeared on his skin.Xena collapsed onto the waterlogged tiles, gasping for breath.Then, as if possessed, she scra
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