John Green Quote

Cold, he said, pressing a finger to my pale wrist. Not cold so much as underoxygenated, I said. I love it when you talk medical to me, he said. He stood, and pulled me up with him, and did not let go of my hand until we reached the stairs.

The Fault in Our Stars (ed. Penguin UK, 2012) - ISBN: 9780141345642

Cold, he said, pressing a finger to my pale wrist. Not cold so much as underoxygenated, I said. I love it when you talk medical to me, he said. He...

Cold, he said, pressing a finger to my pale wrist. Not cold so much as underoxygenated, I said. I love it when you talk medical to me, he said. He...

Cold, he said, pressing a finger to my pale wrist. Not cold so much as underoxygenated, I said. I love it when you talk medical to me, he said. He...

Cold, he said, pressing a finger to my pale wrist. Not cold so much as underoxygenated, I said. I love it when you talk medical to me, he said. He...