Feeling Cold And Shaking Uncontrollably Novels & Stories

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.”

“Just a little cold.” A little? She shivers again, harder this time, her body trembling like a leaf caught in a storm. Guilt punches me straight in the chest. I reach for the blanket, pulling it higher around her shoulders, tucking it carefully. But it does nothing. Her shivering only worsens, her lips turning pale, her nose pink from the cold. This isn’t normal. “This cabin,” I mutter under my breath. “It’s freezing her out. Even with the lights in the fireplace.”

I was too weak to stand, shivering uncontrollably as two of Damon’s men dragged me to my feet, my body shaking uncontrollably from the cold. I was too numb to resist, too weak to care. The world spun around me as Scarface—no, Victor—pulled me through the halls of Damon’s domain, my legs stumbling beneath me as my skimpy dress rode up my hip a little. Thankfully the air seemed warmer. I barely registered the lavish surroundings, my mind still trapped in that cold, dark room. My teeth wouldn’t stop chattering, and I could feel my skin burning from the cold. My thoughts were muddled, drifting between anger and fear, my body betraying me as it shook with violent shivers.

He closed the large stainless steel door until I could no longer see. My eyes are exhausted, my head is hurting badly, and my nerves are becoming numb. Everything felt frozen to the bone. The blanket was no help as it only covered half of my body. My hands were the chain and frozen like ice. I'm shivering from my teeth, chattering to my feet. I could feel my whole body turning solid. My nose is clogged from the mucus that has dried. I had my mouth open to breathe.

The medicine box contained various household and emergency medications, all prepared by Ares for me in case of emergencies. In a hurry, I quickly returned to Catalina's room. She was still wrapped in blankets, shivering inside. No matter how many blankets there were, the bone-chilling cold wouldn't disappear. Catalina's feet also started feeling cold, and her fever rose by half a degree. Shivering amid a high fever was strange, caused by the body's malfunctioning temperature regulation due to the invading virus. I immediately gave Catalina the paracetamol, which she swallowed quickly. Then she huddled back into the blankets, as even exposing her body to the ordinary air felt like touching ic

Whether I'm in danger or not, I have no idea. This has got to stop. I want it to stop. But I can't. My body's not my own. I see my mom bleeding all over me and I'm shaking. Am I really shaking? I think I'm hyperventilating and I can't stop. It's not in my control and I hate it.

APRIL I cannot stop shaking. My whole body feels cold and sick. The feeling stays with me even when Diablo parks inside his garage. He gets out of the driver’s side. When he closes the door, panic spreads through me. I scramble for my seat belt with shaking hands. A horrible image appears in my mind, the thought that Joe is coming for me again and this time I will not get away. My door opens and I jump out, running straight into Diablo’s arms. I cling to him as hard as I can and try to control my breathing. My chest keeps tightening and loosening like it cannot decide if it wants to let me breathe or not.

The cold pierced through my bones. I was not even shaking anymore; it was like my body had lost the ability to shiver. A strange, uncomfortable pain began to spread within me. I felt as though something was pressing against my head. It felt heavy and painful, and I could not even look up. My heart started to speed up. It was thudding against my chest like thunder. I began to lose my breath.

shivering? I touched his arm and I could clearly see and feel that his body was shaking as if he was enduring some kind of unbearable pain. I raised my hands up to touch his neck and just as I suspected, it was burning hot and I whimpered on the effect it had on my hands. How could someone's temperature be this hot and yet he was shivering. He reminded me of Mr. Dangerous. Instinctively, I moved away a bit from him, thinking that if he had the same illness as Mr. Dangerous, it was best to look for help now.

My whole body shakes, a feverish heat rolling under my skin, but it doesn’t matter, I need out. I claw at the doorknob, my fingers slipping as my vision blurs. “Open the fucking door! Jace, please! I need my meds! You don’t understand, I need them now!” My voice is desperate, cracking under the weight of my panic. My mind is a hurricane, my body vibrating with unbearable restlessness.