Granger is unconscious. Her face is as white as snow and her lips and fingertips are the shade of an unnatural dark blue. She is lying on her side. Although two thick blankets cover her body, I can guess she's still in full uniform because the toecap of a combat boot is sticking out over the edge of the mattress. She looks unusually small, fragile even, and the sight makes me so uncomfortable that I suddenly have trouble swallowing. 