A Fever In The Heartland Novels & Stories

If there was anything I was expecting, it definitely wasn’t that my son would have another attack. The Feral Fever was a deadly illness with a forty percent survival rate for werewolves and was also rare. It required temporary treatment to prevent the inner wolf from dying first. It was expensive, and doctors who could handle it were rare. It could be hereditary or result from trauma. I knew how Loak got his, but it was best if I remained silent for now. This was one of the reasons I joined the pack's clinic, but Thane stopped me from working there after months of our marriage.

“Last night. I thought it was just a cold but I woke up this morning and I could barely move.” Elena grabbed the thermometer from Harper’s nightstand and stuck it under her tongue. They waited in silence while it beeped. When Elena pulled it out her stomach twisted. 103.2. “You need to see a doctor.” “I can’t afford urgent care right now. My insurance is weird and…” “Harper, you have a fever over 103. That’s dangerous.” “It’s just the flu. I’ll be fine.” Elena bit back the argument forming on her tongue. Harper was stubborn when she was healthy. Sick Harper was impossible.

She was dreaming of Ethan. Layla jumped from the bed and ran for the door. "Daddy! Daddy, come quick!" I rushed into the room, medical kit already open, my hair a wild mess from sleep. "Go to Hayden's room, Layla," I commanded. I touched Shea’s forehead and realized the fever was critical. Layla nodded, her eyes wide with fear. "Daddy, did she catch a chill? Should I cut the air conditioning?" "There are many ways a fever takes hold. This isn't a simple chill." I sent Layla to Hayden's nest and turned back to the patient.

“You really are worried, aren’t you?” “I am.” She takes my temperature. “And I have good reason to be. Your fever went up.” “That’s probably because I’m covered up.” She presses her lips into a thin line, not convinced. “You can get brain damage from high fevers.” “They have to be higher.”

When she touched it with her hand, she found that her forehead was hot and she had a fever. She had never had a fever in the countryside before, but now she has only come to A city for a few months and has a fever. Is it true that she is not acclimatized now? An Taotao shrugged her shoulders, immediately gave herself a few needles, and fed herself some antipyretics, only to feel much looser. When she went downstairs, she flipped through the calendar and suddenly her pupils contracted. Grandpa's memorial day is coming soon...

The pop Inn hotel was at the out skirts of Yasia town. It was a well-built hotel with newly painted houses. The landscaping was splendid. At the entrance of the hotel were appealing flowers that were well managed and it was apparent that the management of the hotel had taken good time to beautify the place. I took some time to admire nature at its best within the hotel and suddenly I felt great warmth streaming inside my heart. I now wished that I should possess the flowers and wrapped them close to my heart.

Haydn’s pov I stand on the city streets, and the entire city is now plunged into chaos. The news brought back by the soldiers is very grim. Investigations show that people have been continuously running high fevers for about one to two weeks. Initially, many thought it was just the common winter chill and fever, but soon, people realized something was amiss. Ordinary fevers, when treated properly, usually have a high probability of recovery. However, this year's high fevers have claimed no survivors. Even families with some wealth who spent a fortune on enhanced green potions from the pharmacy couldn't cure the illness affecting their loved ones.

Calla quickly dialed Pierre's number. Pierre finally answered after a few rings. "Hello?" "Pierre, where are you? Do you have time?" Calla's voice was filled with urgency. She knew that a child's high fever could lead to seizures, which could be severe and even life-threatening. "What happened?" Pierre immediately stood up at his desk, his voice now tense. "It's Clover. She has a fever of 100.4 °F, but I'm in the suburbs and won't be back for over two hours. I—" Calla's voice broke as she started to cry.

I squeezed her hand slightly, trying to ground myself as Amber administered an injection to calm her escalating fever. It took hours for Isabella's fever to finally begin to subside. Amber ran a few tests and examined her thoroughly. "Her high fever is due to a severe infection caused by an untreated cold. She might have been exposed to the rain for too long, which weakened her immune system. The cold escalated because it wasn’t addressed in time. Unfortunately, the strain on her body, along with dehydration and exhaustion, caused her to faint."

With my heart pounding in my chest, I wasted no time in rushing toward Kayla, my sole focus fixated on her well-being. As I laid Kayla gently on the bed, my heart clenched with worry as I observed her feverish state. The heat radiating from her body was palpable, threatening to scorch my skin with its intensity. Despite the searing pain that shot through me upon contact, I ignored my discomfort, my sole focus fixated on her well-being. Cradling her shivering form in my arms, I felt a surge of protectiveness wash over me, driving me to hold her close despite the heat that emanated from her fevered skin.