Michelle sat by Cam at the woman’s bedside in the lantern-lit bunkroom, watching her press the warm compresses on the woman’s chest. The woman they’d rescued from the snow lay still within her sleeping bag under the golden spray of light shining down from the rafters. Cam sat back on her heels, her brows knitted and expression grave as she looked at the woman. Finally she said, “Well, this is all we can do for right now. Let’s hope it’s enough.”
“You’re doing your best,” Michelle said, wanting to encourage her best friend.
Cam sighed. “I’m worried she’ll suffer neurological damage, and if she were to go into cardiac arrest, well…we’d be screwed. And there’s something else.” She glanced at Michelle and peeled back the flap of the sleeping bag, exposing the woman’s arm. An ugly pale sheen
