Body Tempering Novels & Stories

At least I can be a little calm when they are no longer high fever and also shivering like before, I continue to compress the foreheads of the three of them in turn, also continue to change the water to keep it warm to compress them. 'Fever, come down!’

I could do it for Ollie. I had to do it for Ollie. "Doctor, his temperature's still climbing. Ninety-four now." "Good. Keep the warming protocol going but watch for rewarming shock. I want continuous cardiac monitoring—hypothermia can cause arrhythmias as the body warms up."

Her friends huddled together, the heat from the flames making them sweat. She was burning through the oxygen around them and they would start suffocating soon. Then, Nicholas handed his spear to Matthias and threw his own fire with hers. The bright blue she’d seen back at Shipton was equally as hot but there was a vibrancy that hers didn’t have. It weaved itself around her flames like a bright serpent and blended itself into the wall of fire until it was only white.

I grabbed another blanket from the foot of the bed and piled it on top, tucking her in like she was a child. Then I hit the doctor’s number. He picked up on the first ring. “She’s shivering. She’s cold now.” My voice came out sharper than intended. “Mr. Voss,” he said evenly, “it’s called rigors. Her body’s fighting the fever. It’s common. Keep her warm and make sure she’s hydrated. No panic. This is her system regulating itself.” “No panic?” I snapped. “She was on fire two hours ago, and now she’s on ice.”

“I’ve got to cool her down.” “Do you have any ideas why she wasn't able to complete the shift,” Kade says. “What?” I ask, confused. “No, but until it happens, her body is in danger of overheating.” Suddenly, I was floating, the quick movement giving me a flash of vertigo. I groan with the movement. “Turn on the tap,” Theo says. “Aria, I'm going to take off your clothes. We need to try to bring down your body temperature.”

She’s an experienced doctor and quickly motions the nurses to get ice and we’d create an ice bath for her to try and help bring her temperature down. Not knowing what was going on inside her was causing this lack of uncertainty as to what to do next. I went back into the room and started removing the cloths that covered her body. They were already on fire having heated up from the heat coming off her little body. Wolves run warm as it is so to have a wolf run a temperature of any kind can be life threatening, much like a human. Putting the light sheet over her body until the bath was ready, I shared what was happening with Colby.

Between the bathtub and ice packs, I’m able to keep Zara’s body temperature under control, but just barely. Every time I leave and come back into the room, her skin is turning pink again, so I keep going. Repeating the process of cool baths and ice packs over and over.

The air conditioning also turns on and soon a female voice says through the speakers: “Good evening, Dom. Would you like me to adjust the shower temperature to the ideal while the bed warms up?” “Yes!!!”, I say, eager to try out this shower, “The bath temperature has been set to 38 degrees Celsius and the bed is being heated to 30 degrees Celsius. Everything is ready for you, Dom.” “Play the paused music.”

In the center display case sat a plain-looking silver-gray thermal shirt. The price tag was 40 thousand dollars. Seriously? Nicole almost laughed. Who would pay that kind of money for a shirt? Curiosity got the better of her. She stepped closer and read the label. [Temperature-regulating fabric. Keeps your body at a constant 77 °F.] Enough said. She smashed the glass and pulled the shirt out. So much for temperature control. She pressed against her arm, but it didn't feel any different. She frowned, then ran her fingers over it.

"Mr Grey, are you doing good?" He nodded and waved his hand forward asking me to proceed with the hiking. "Mr Grey, excuse me for this." And touched his forehead to find his temperature to be high. "Mr Grey, I think you have a fever." "I took meds. I'm okay." "But you don't look okay to me." I held his hands saying, "Put your hand over my shoulder and try to walk with me." He pulled his hand away asking, "Are you crazy? I'm your teacher."