'I'd better wait here,' thought Pippin. So he let Merry sink gently down onto the pavement in a path of sunlight, and then he sat down beside him, laying Merry's head in his lap. He felt his body and limbs gently, and took his friend's hands in his own. The right hand felt icy to the touch.
-J.R.R. Tolkien: The Lord of the Rings, Book 5, Chapter 8: The Houses of Healing