Several hours later, I woke to a nurse in my room, checking my vitals. Her morose smile told me she was aware of what had taken place during the night.
"How long before the cops come to get me?"
She patted me on the arm and tried to reassure me. "You'll be here at least forty-eight hours. Hypothermia isn't something to play around with. While yours was mild, we still need to keep an eye on you and make sure your core temperature stays elevated and there's nothing erratic going on with your heart." She waited for my questions, but I had none. "Are you hungry?"
I shook my head.
"How about something to drink?"
No again. I appreciated her willingness to make me comfortable, but nothing she could bring me would remove last night from the calendar. There wasn't a meal or beverage in the
