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“Her internal core temp is up to 92 degrees,” Nurse Sara informed the doctor.
“Where was it to start with?” I inquired, having finally regained enough composure to ask questions.
“Eighty-seven was the first recorded temp,” she informed me, then she patted my shoulder and added, “It’s a good thing you found her when you did.”
“I should have found her sooner. If I had, maybe she wouldn’t have nearly froze to death,” I grumbled, feeling like I’d let her down.
“Mr. Ambroise, you can’t blame yourself. If anything, you deserve to be commended,” she informed me with sincerity in her voice.
“Thanks, Sara. I appreciate everything you are doing,” I responded before returning my attention back to Tiselle.
The only time I had let go of her hand was when Sara was putting a hospital gown
