Novel & Cerita Feeling Cold And Shaking Uncontrollably

The coldness was spreading through my skin as I wrapped myself in the blanket across the room. I couldn't help but shiver my body from the sensation, yet still managed to let out a few buds of sweat dripping through my forehead. What is happening to me? Why am I suddenly having chills? I heard some rustling around, but I didn't bother to open my eyes. Apart from feeling weak, I would rather choose to rest because of the pain in my whole body. "Manang..." I whispered. "It's cold," I continued.

I was glad that he was back, but I knew that it was necessary to be careful around him, I didn’t want to go through what I went though hours ago. Moments into laying there, it just seemed like I was laying on a ice and the bed felt so cold. I began to shiver due to the coldness, and even my body felt so weak that I couldn’t stand up from the bed, I couldn’t move even with how cold I felt. I was still there when I heard the door opening, I tried to stop myself from shaking so I wouldn’t alert Sebastian and get him to know that I wasn’t fine, that I was sick.

The fire was inside me, consuming me from within. "No," I whispered, my voice trembling like a leaf in a storm. I tried to sit up, but the room spun violently, tilting on its axis. I collapsed back onto the pillows, clutching the sheets in fists so tight my knuckles turned white. Then came the cold. It hit with the force of a physical blow, ice water in my veins, violently shaking my frame. My teeth chattered, the sound loud in the silent room. I scrambled to pull the duvet back up, burying myself under the layers, but I couldn't stop shaking, couldn't stop the tremors wracking my body.

The rain was touching me but not as it drops directly, I shivers as cold covered my skins, I squatted, touching my knee with my chest, I rested my chest on it, I wrap my hands all over my body, but it doesn't prevent the cold slicing my skin. My teeth started reacting to the coldness, my whole body started reacting to it, I shivers severely.

I walked in widening circles, my teeth chattering, my fingers growing numb, until finally I found a shallow depression where the wind seemed slightly less vicious. I curled into it, pulling my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around myself in a futile attempt to conserve warmth. The cold seeped through every layer, through skin and muscle, into bone. I shook uncontrollably, my body's desperate attempt to generate heat in conditions it was never meant to survive.

My fingers tremble as if they no longer knew where they belonged. Then nausea lashes me like a whip. I roll to the side and retch. First only air, then bile, then nothing. But the cramp doesn’t pass. My whole body shakes, and my throat burns as if it were aflame. Every breath is pain. My lungs can’t take this new air—it isn’t of this world. Something in it is wrong. And then comes the cold. Not the kind you can recognize. Not weather. Not winter. Something deeper—a lack of heat itself, a denial that life is warm. My bones chatter. My hands are purpled. My hair clings to my face like icicles.

I couldn’t move my arms, couldn’t kick my legs. The more I struggled, the more I became aware of the biting cold that was seeping into my skin and down to my bones. It was a paralyzing kind of chill that felt like icy fingers crawling over my body. I wasn’t sure if I was shaking from the cold or from fear.

My whole body feels like it's on fire and I can't move an inch. I got sick, great. I feel so cold and the AC is on. I've tried to move to turn it off, but I can't move, worsening my condition even more. I sniffle and I continue staring at the ceiling. It feels like my whole body is blazing with fire and someone is banging a heavy metal on my head.

My body starts to involuntary shake as I try counting my breaths, urging them to become more regular. "Shea?" I feel movement in front of me, but don't dare open my eyes. "Shea, talk to me. Did he hurt you?" Just like that the tears start flowing, I bury my head in my knees, trying to control the shaking in my shoulders, but I can't make it stop. Every part of my body feels hot and cold at the same time, and my throat all but swells shut as silent sobs wrack my body.

Shivering I curled into a tight ball and tried to will myself anywhere else. The growling and yelping continued unabated outside and no one seemed the least bit interested in me. As the sun rose hours later I just prayed it would warm the cabin up a little. My nose was running with the cold and I was shivering almost uncontrollably. I had almost begun to relax as the room slightly warmed when the area became deathly quiet.