Check for air!

Amphibians have lungs, right?, he thought to himself. He rushed inside to grab something shiny, hoping a metal mixing bowl would do. When he came back out, he nearly slipped on the grass trying to make it to the being's face in time. Even with something's life on the line, he found himself hesitating to touch it. Expecting cold, dead flesh he reached for its head. Slightly warm, it felt like incredibly dry skin laying directly on bone. Whatever muscles were there must be below the skeleton. He held the bottom of the mixing bowl in front of what he hoped were its lips. Nothing.

He let its head down and felt his heart sink, but in his panic patted around trying to feel for some sort of movement in its torso. He found several parallel openings on its sides, patterned similar to ribs. After a moment of trying to figure out what he saw, he realized they looked like gills. Moisture! It needed water! He fell in his hurry to stand, before looking it over and fumbling with its body to hold it properly. He walked at a brisk pace to the master bathroom, sliding it into the tub and turning the water on. It felt icy cold at first, but the twitch of its toes on contact brought a smile of relief to his face. Maybe he wouldn't need a lawyer after all.

Once the water had warmed up around its body temperature, he began to splash water onto its torso. The gills began to move slowly, and while water ran over them he could see its torso move. He continued to wash over it until the water covered its torso entirely, and then let it come near its neck before turning the water off. Its torso moved gently underneath the surface, and he slumped against the side of the tub.

"Thank goodness...", he whispered out loud. After several moments of silence, he started to feel anxious again. Something he attempted to remedy by closing the sliding back door, and opening an alcoholic soda from the fridge. He waited several minutes by pacing around his living room, searching all of the information he could on the Novaxans from his phone. Once he had exhausted the small bank of knowledge on their species that he could find, he made his way back to check on his unexpected guest.