Frank hovered over them, yelling, “Oh, gods! Oh, gods! Oh, gods!” He yanked some extra clothes from his bag and started toweling off Hazel’s face, but it didn’t do much good. He dragged Percy farther from the muskeg. “You were down there so long!” Frank cried. “I didn’t think—oh, gods, don’t ever do something like that again!” He wrapped Hazel in a bear hug. “Can’t—breathe,” she choked out.
