Damn the cold! He shivered violently while waiting for the nurse to return with more blankets. Why is it a good idea to push two liters of room-temperature fluid into someone who already feels like they are going to die?
On a normal day, he embraced the crisp winter air of the North Country. The pristine landscape inspired him, and even the labor of dumping shovel after shovel of freshly fallen snow made him feel so alive.
That was different. This was a soul-sucking chill from within. Layers couldn’t be worn to shrug off this icy embrace. His veins ached, his teeth chattered loudly, and he nearly longed for the sickness that brought him to the emergency room in the first place. How many blankets will it take to make this go away?