if your temperature is over one hundred and four i 'm taking you to the emergency room . '' then he took my hand and pressed it to his chest , to the crisp cotton of his shirt . she squeezed tightly while she buried her head into his chest . i do n't even try to hide my pain from him because at this point , i feel like i have nothing left . she turned and waved hopefully at the driver , a round-faced woman whose black hair was scraped into a tight knot . how many more hours till dawn ? '' 