A Fever In The Heartland นิยาย & เรื่องราว

In the quiet dawn of a new day, the sun's gentle rays filter through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room where 3-year-old Theo sleeps peacefully. Nanny Hazel stirs from her slumber, her senses attuned to the subtle shifts in the morning air. As she approaches Theo's bedside, a wave of concern washes over her as she notices the warmth radiating from his small body. With a tender touch, Hazel places her hand on Theo's forehead, her heart sinking as she confirms the presence of a fever. In that moment, her instincts as a caregiver kick in, propelling her into action to address Theo's sudden illness with care and urgency.

Drawing a smile on his face, as security and unexplainable glee warms him up, he slowly drifted back asleep, knowing that Sky is there by his side. “Emergency!” slamming the infirmary door open as Sky screams taking the full attention of the station medical personnel, he is immediately entertained in returnand quick. “He is having a high fever right now it may be caused by being soaked in the rain and the cold outside.” He informs Laying Clay on the bed as the stationed doctor assures him that everything will be fine. He nodded in response waiting to the side as he pounds his chest for the rushing beat of his heart and the scary thought that he just crosses.

Though he had nothing else to say anyway, he hurried back to his office, somehow feeling a little guilty… - After Ferdy left, Jim said, "I can see that you're right about Ferdy prescribing expensive medicine to patients who don't really need it. We will deal with it accordingly." Pausing, he then asked, "Why do you insist that the girl has a heat condition? Even my grandfather couldn't tell." "Of course he couldn't." Frank kept his eyes on the entrance, his tone flat as he spoke. "The female physique is inherently cooler. But since it's her lungs that are inflamed, and the fact that she's born flat-footed is a combination of coincidences that makes it look like a common cold." "Flat-footed?"

He had never heard of such thing. Barun hummed and turned to him. “She actually doesn’t have fever that frequent in the change of seasons… But she does get fever often in summer days.” “Summer heat?” Jai asked. “That might be it. Though it’s strange that girl has fever in the middle of a scorching day. It’s so weird,” Old Hushen added. Barun looked thoughtful. “Hmm… I always thought it was her weak heart that couldn’t take the heat.” “That’s the only possible explanation, but it’s still weird, Barun,” Hushen replied, putting his caught fish into his own bucket.

“You’ve definitely got a fever.” I shot a wary glance at the window, feeling as panic began to claw its way up my throat. This wasn’t an ordinary fever, I knew what this was, and it was the last thing I needed right now. This was my heat.

"Time skip, a reasonable amount (I think" "He's running a fever of 108° F, technically he should be dead, but his heart is still beating and his pulse is strong and steady. There is nothing that can be done other than to wait for the fever to break. In the best case, he will only be brain damaged and in the worst case, he will die. There is nothing that can be done, we just have to wait and see and keep him cool, ice packs and cold baths until his fever hopefully recedes."

Again, sickness: high fever. Not heart disease. No emergency need for a heart transplant. No one week left to live. Just a high fever. My hands tightened around the paper, my gaze narrowing. It suddenly felt like my breathing was too heavy, too loud. If Maria didn't have heart disease, then why was the heart meant for my daughter given to her? Why did Veyron lie?

I felt a familiar, cold dread begin to pool in my stomach. I carried him to the sofa and gently laid him down. I checked his temperature, but the thermometer showed a normal human range. That was the first sign. A shifter fever did not register on human instruments. I pulled his shirt up and checked the small of his back. There, glowing faintly under the skin, was a series of swirling silver patterns. Moon-fever. My breath hitched in my throat. Moon-fever was a rare, deadly condition that only affected high-blooded shifter children. It happened when their internal power grew faster than their small bodies could handle. Without treatment, it would burn him from the inside out.

Isaiah urged. “cannot guarantee," Miranda exclaimed. Isaiah couldn't say anything. He pressed his brows together, but he had no choice other than to compromise and try to explain in a euphemistic tone, "Actually, it's an old problem. It has happened now and then after Brian's accident A high fever is a Symptom. However unlike a common fever, high fever does not go away, and there is no method to lessen his fever no matter what the situation is." "How could this happen?” Miranda wondered with her face flushed with fear, "I don't get it"