Feeling Cold And Shaking Uncontrollably Novels & Stories

I refuse to move, staying firmly rooted in the furthest, coldest corner of the cave, pressing my back against the damp stone even though the pressure sends a sharp jolt of agony straight up my spine from my whip marks. I pull my knees tightly to my chest, burying my face in the collar of his coat. We bicker back and forth for another ten minutes, my sarcastic remarks getting weaker and weaker as the freezing wind howls outside, throwing a brutal spray of icy mist directly into our shelter. The fever is rapidly taking over now, making my head spin and my teeth chatter so violently that my jaw aches. I am shaking so hard I can barely keep my eyes open. Suddenly, the shadow over me shifts.

I was completely alone. I hugged my knees to my chest, trying to keep whatever little warmth I had left, but the shivering started almost immediately. My teeth were chattering so hard I had to bite down on the inside of my cheek to stop the noise. Every beat of my heart felt slow, heavy, and tired. I was so tired. The fever from the past few days had already drained my body of its strength, and now this freezing water was stealing whatever was left.

That was when I realised he was colder than I was. It was still raining heavily outside, the rain blurred away all the sounds and it felt like we were the only ones here. "You are burning up," Mikhail stated, his gaze held genuine concern. As if in cue, a short sneeze left my nostrils, and my body started to shudder. "It's nothing serious." It seemed like I was convincing myself. Time went by, and my condition only worsened. I have never gotten sick this quickly before. My entire body was shaking and his hold was the only thing keeping my trembling body together.

I hesitantly look in his eyes and see the hurt, in fear I run to the bathroom and lock myself in. I don't know what I dreamt that has me like this, I don't remember a thing, nothing comes to mind but I'm f*cking scared. I can't control the shaking of my body, the chills and fear I feel. It's scary, I don't like it. With shaky legs I head into the shower and open up the cold water then just sit on the floor and let the water run over my body, making it go numb. My body rocks back and forth like a coping mechanism or something. I've lost feel of my body, I've stopped shivering everything is just numb.

All of her changes happened at random, just like mine did. So now, we were standing in snow past our ankles, half naked and shivering. We were told you're more likely to shift when you're cold, so that's why we're shivering our butts off. Mikki took a deep breath and closed her eyes. I felt the air around her shift and my skin prickled. Everyone turned to Mikki. Even I turn to Mikki to see if she'll get it. So far the best we'd done is made our selves feel sick. "I can't do it!" She says aggravated.

Freezing. I just figured it was shock . . . Emma shivered, rubbing her own hand on her pants to warm it, but the recollection left the skin on her palm tingling. Frigid. Friction didn’t help alleviate the icy burn clinging to her. The sensation spread to her shoulder. Emma’s teeth chattered. It was the exact same cold as her father’s touch that morning.

I shivered and scrunched up like a ball. Maybe distracting my mind would scare off the cold? I started thinking about pancakes. Grandma's pancakes, Ace's pancakes. Our first date. Ace's arms. His warm body. Grandpa's hugs. Stella's lectures. Everything. I can't do this. I can't hold on to this anymore. I was shivering uncontrollably. There was nothing that could provide me warmth in this cold. I wrapped my arms around myself and shut my eyes as my body shook. Seconds passed. Minutes passed. Almost an hour passed.

I push myself up, but the moment I move, the whole room spins, my joints screaming in pain as vicious aches shoot through me, and a yelp slips out before I can stop it, what the hell is this feeling? My legs touch the floor and they feel freezing, so cold it shocks through me, my whole body starting to shake badly, trembling like I’m standing in ice, but the room isn’t cold. My breath comes out uneven as I look down at my hands, watching them tremble, my body not listening to me, just shaking harder. Something is wrong, really wrong, and I don’t understand any of it. My throat feels dry, painfully dry, like I’ve been stuck in a burning hell, as though I need ice, just something cold to numb

Nan’s POV I must be dying. It must be the only explanation for feeling this bad. I’ve been sick before. But never like this. I know logically that the room is warm. My blankets are sticky and wet from sweat. There is no cold air blowing directly on me. But I can’t stop my shivering. The muscles in my arms and legs tremble despite my efforts to stop it. It’s painful. I try to burrow deeper into my blankets. Not able to stand the cold permeating my body. But it is not enough.

My skin prickles like a thousand icy pins are dancing under it. “Rico—” I gasp, teeth chattering. He reacts so fast. Pulls off his hoodie in one go and throws it around me. “Doc!” he calls out. “Something’s wrong.” Dr. Malik rushes over with a nurse. They check the drip, adjust the blanket, raise the temperature in the room. “You’re okay,” Malik says. “Cold flashes are common. Deep breaths.” I’m shaking. I can’t stop. Rico kneels beside me, wraps his arms around me and keeps murmuring, “It’s okay. You’re okay. I got you.”