“What did the admitting nurse record?” I asked.

“Mild hypothermia, with a core body temperature of ninety-five point four degrees,” Sarah said.

“Were there any physical marks?” I asked.

“Redness across his chest and bruising on both wrists where the fabric had been pulled tight,” Sarah said.

I rubbed my right thumb over my knuckles as I listened to her flat voice.

“Clay is still on his rotation up in North Dakota,” I said.

“Dr.