The skin around his toenails was blue, and his teeth chattered against the edge of the sheet.

Dr.

Evelyn Reed came into the room carrying a stainless steel tray.

She was fifty-two, with silver streaks at her temples and a calm, unhurried way of carrying herself.

“His core temperature fell to ninety-five point four,” Dr.

Reed said.

She folded back the top blanket and gently turned Benji’s arm over under the fluorescent light.

Two round brown bruises sat on the soft skin above his elbow, each about the size of a nickel.