Lowest I’ve ever seen.” Dr. Elise Cornwall was standing over Claire in the waiting room. Claire closed the People magazine she was reading. The news on Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie could wait. “I didn’t know it could go that low.” The doctor nodded. She looked like she was still a teenager, but Claire figured she must be at least in her mid-twenties. Dr. Cornwall had long blond hair, tied up high in a loose ponytail. She was wearing a lab coat with a cell phone sticking out the top pocket. Or maybe it was an iPod. She looked more like a soccer player than a doctor. “But he’s still alive?” Claire asked, looking around. Sherri and Amy had gone to the bathroom. “Yes, remarkably. His temp actually dropped below 80 for a few minutes. Not unusual. It’s called afterdrop, the residual cold pushes in on the core while the exterior of the body starts to warm. But his temp is on the rise now. We’ve been heating him up with intravenous fluid, but it’s not enough.” Dr. Cornwall looked around the room.
