" I was numb. Once, I had an infected finger. A splinter had gone in and I couldn’t get it out.

My father said he would try to get it out for me. Before he started “operating”, he held an ice cube on my finger to numb it.

That’s how I felt now. As if someone had applied a giant ice cube to my body and to my brain, as well. "

― Ann M. Martin , Little Miss Stoneybrook... and Dawn (The Baby-Sitters Club, #15)