Feeling Cold And Shaking Uncontrollably Novels & Stories

I was losing control of my body My hands started to shake and I tried to grasp them to stop them but they continued to shake, my whole body trembling violently as it became harder to breath and it became even harder to keep my eyes open.My eyes snapped shut as I laid on the cold hard ground rolling in pain and trying to have any semblance of control over my body and mind and then suddenly I felt like I was not alone, I felt like someone was watching me and my senses never lie. I quickly raised my head and that was when I saw someone standing above me, looking down at me.

I was almost lifeless by this point. As I was hot I began sweating profusely, and little while later I was shaking due to being cold. My fever seemed like it was getting worse and the was no medication for me to take. I was punishing my child by not eating but now I had lost all my strength, I could not even get up even if I wanted my head was spinning even though I was on a pillow.

Like my body is lacking physical sensation-numb. My hands been trembling and cold sweats been covering my body for almost four hours now. My breathing pattern is the one of the awful of all I've experienced. I feel dizzy, I feel pale, I feel sick and...dying. I bit my nails as if they will make me calm, I wore my jacket to protect myself from shivering then finally, I stood up and walked through Tim's door. I tried twisting his doorknob but it was locked. I gathered up the left energy in my dumb body and knocked. I waited for seconds and there were no response. I knocked again and again until I can feel my heart beating faster than normal.

I feel the desperate need to check on Tru. Rushing back to the bedroom, I open the door and find her shaking. Tru’s curled into a ball, her teeth are chattering, and one hand clutches her chest. I can tell Tru is feeling physical pain by her elevated heart rate. Her body temperature is normal. In fact, she’s sweating under those blankets. Tru’s behavior would make someone think she’s freezing, but physically her body is normal. There is no reason for her to be cold.

I pull myself into a sitting position not able to hold the dry cough back; I guess my late-night swim in the cold water has caught up with me after all, realising my head feels clammy I head into the bathroom where I find a first-aid kit I pop out two painkillers before heading into the kitchen for a fresh bottle of water then I pad back into the bunk room on weary legs. I guess I'll have to ride it out for a couple of days on the boat. I only hope the owner doesn't plan on a trip out anytime soon. I wearily climb back into bed praying this doesn't last long as I need to be on the move soon, I can't risk being caught especially this close to home. I wake up again later that night; I can't co

I was left alone with the real pain in my body. A sudden wave of intense heat ran through my blood. Right after, a freezing shiver made my knees lock up. Every muscle in my arms and legs started to shake, and a strange, metallic taste filled my mouth. The cold floor beneath my skates felt like it was moving, spinning away from me.

Carlton exhales sharply, a sound that's half frustration, half genuine fear now. "Tristan, I'm serious," he whispers. "I can't handle this cold. You know I don't do well in the cold. My hands are numb. My fingers hurt. I can't feel my toes anymore." Something tightens in my chest immediately. I stand, turn to face him fully. He's shivering. His lips have a faint blue tint. His arms are wrapped around himself, hands tucked under his armpits. His whole body is shaking in small, uncontrollable tremors.

My head throws itself back involuntarily, smacking against the tire well. Tears sting my eyes, Oh my goddess, I'm going to choke to death. My heart is beating harshly against my chest, my throat and stomach convulsing against each other. My lungs burn as I struggle to get air. I can't breathe...I CAN'T BREATHE! I don't know if it's from fear or lack of oxygen, but my whole body starts shaking uncontrollably. Each convulsion shifts the chains, burning my skin more and more. White spots dance across my eyes as black hazes form on the edges and tunnel my vision.

The whole place smelled exactly like him—a comforting mix of winter mint, dark woodsmoke, and old paper. I walked slowly over to the fire, holding my bare hands out to the bright flames. I tried my best to soak up the heat, but the cold wasn't coming from the winter wind outside. It was coming from deep inside my bones. My hands started to shake. At first, it was just a small tremble in my fingers. But then, it quickly spread to my arms, my shoulders, and my chest. Within minutes, I was shivering so violently that my teeth started to chatter together.

Unzipping the heavy canvas, I reached past my textbooks and pulled out Michael's coffee-stained shirt. As I held the white fabric in my hands under the dim light of my bedroom, my mind traitorously drifted back to the classroom. Against my will, the image of Michael standing half-naked right in front of me flashed vividly in my mind. I could still clearly picture the extreme, rigid definition of his six-pack abs, the broad, powerful cut of his shoulders, and the dangerous heat radiating from his sun-kissed skin. He looked like an apex predator, and I had been close enough to feel the warmth of his breath. Even now, standing alone in the dark, the memory made my face flush bright red.