“Are you hurt?” I hug him back, crying into his chest. “I’m freezing,” I shiver through crying whispers, and he holds me tighter. “I’m thirsty…so thirsty.” I’m still in my red dress from the ball. It doesn’t cover anything. I haven’t had any type of warmth or coat since the dance. I’m getting hypothermic. “I’ll get you warmed up right now, baby.”
