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Bythos said dismissively. “Besides, the plot is absolutely ridiculous.
Sharks can’t survive in a tornado.”
    Chiron rolled his eyes. “I know that,
you idiot. But Tara Reid is hilarious. Anyway, why am I here?”
    “We’ve got a wounded merman who took a
speargun shaft through the tail,” Bythos said, pointing at the door to the
guest room. “Nick took it out, but—”
    “Whoa.” Chiron turned to Nick, giving
him a gimlet look. “You treated a mer?”
    “It’s not like I had much choice,” Nick said
defensively. “Besides, my specialty is emergency medicine.”
    “Yeah, for humans.” Chiron came
closer, looming over Nick. “What exactly did you do?”
    Refusing to lean away from the obnoxious
centaur, Nick went over the procedure. “I wanted to put him on a saline drip
for the blood loss and give him a tetanus shot, antibiotics, and a painkiller,
but Aphros pointed out that a non-human might not be able to tolerate human
drugs, which is why you’re here.”
    Unexpectedly, Chiron nodded at that.
“Good call. Do you have the drugs?”
    “In his room.” Nick got to his
feet, wondering if he could just walk through the centaur. He barely repressed
a shudder. Yeah, let’s
not.
    They went to the guest room. Inside, one
of the bedside lamps shed a gentle light over the bed. Aidan was curled up
under the covers on his good hip, his muscled back and the upper curve of his
ass visible.
    Nick did his best to ignore a surge of
interest in the merman’s body, pointing at three syringes laid out on the night
table. “I already started the IV. Just tell me if these are safe for him to
take.”
    Chiron edged up sideways to the bed,
studying the mer. “What are they?”
    “Tdap,
erythomycin, and morphine.”
    The centaur thought for a moment, then
nodded. “They’re all good. For future reference, the merfolk can tolerate most
plant-derived drugs such as morphine, quinine, or scopolamine without problems.
Erythromycin is derived from tropical fungi, so that’s okay, too. They don’t
suffer from lockjaw very often but it does occasionally happen, so the Tdap
shot isn’t a bad idea. Just don’t give him any heavily synthesized drugs
without running it past me first.”
    “Fine.” Nick
administered the vaccination and antibiotics shots, then picked up the IV port
and injected the morphine. “Do you want to inspect the wounds?”
    “Mm.” Chiron flipped
down the blanket, exposing Aidan’s right buttock and thigh. The scabbed exit
wound on the back of his thigh looked like it had been healing for at least a
couple of days. “ Relax, mer. This won’t hurt.”
    “I know,” was the muffled reply. “Nick
did a good job.”
    “Hmph.” Chiron probed
the exit wound, leaning over the merman to look at his entry wound. Nick stayed
back, trying not to stare at Aidan’s rounded, muscular ass.
    Goddamn it,
don’t leer at your patient.
    Chiron glanced back at him, eyes
narrowing. For a moment Nick was terrified that he could read minds, and tried
to generate mental static.
    “He should heal cleanly. Decent enough
work,” the centaur admitted, straightening up and yanking the blanket back over
Aidan. “Now, what the hell are you keeping in your closet?”
    “What?”
    “Your closet,
genius. Open it.”
    Confused, Nick grabbed the closet door
handle and opened it. Chiron peered at the contents. “Gaia’s
tits. Where do you shop, Goodwill?”
    Confusion gave way to annoyance. “I had
to pack fast—”
    A hand came up, silencing him as Chiron
leaned closer. Blue eyes went wide. “Oh. Oh, shit .”
    “What?” Nick peered around the door
edge. The closet looked exactly like it had earlier—shirts and jeans hung up on
hangers, his bag shoved into the bottom, flip-flops next to it, snake-wrapped
staff propped against one wall. “What’s wrong?”
    Chiron straightened up, pointing at the
staff. “Where did you get that?”
    “An antique
shop. It’s over in Olympic Beach, Ian knows the owner. Why is