“We need a core temperature reading right now,” she told the second technician.

“Get the pediatric cooling wraps off the supply cart.”

Noah looked up at me, his face dusty and his eyes red and swollen from crying in the truck.

“Is Lily going to wake up, Daddy?” Noah asked.

“She’s in the right place, buddy,” I said.

“The doctors are taking care of her.”

Sarah slid a clear plastic tube into the back of Lily’s hand while the technician wrapped gel ice sheets around her small ankles.

“Was the freezer locked when you got to the house?” Sarah asked, writing notes on a hard plastic clipboard.