Neal makes a softly amused noise, letting his hand drop onto Malcolm’s knee. “No. First one was getting isolated and bitten by a vampire outside during the middle of a blizzard. Raylan found me in the snow.”

He can almost feel it now, the fog of anemia and burgeoning frostbite. “I don’t remember it, really, not after he had his teeth in me. Just being scared and getting more and more tired.”