Feeling Cold And Shaking Uncontrollably Novels & Stories

But now I’m just cold, tired, and ready to get home. When my car comes into my line of sight, a cold shiver races down my spine, stopping me in my tracks. The shiver isn’t caused by the wind and snowflakes lashing across my skin. No, that kind of shiver is caused by unwanted eyes watching from the shadows. Stalking, even. The kind of stare that makes a person’s entire body freeze with fear.

Two weeks later at night, I woke up to a hot temperature, yet I was shivering. I covered myself up with the duvet. My temperature burnt my skin so badly. I checked the time, it was half past midnight. I couldn’t go call Emiliano. I couldn’t even stand up to go take my phone from the vanity table. I was shaking vigorously. Tears leaked out from my eyes. I was fine before going to bed. What could be wrong? Do I have a fever? I couldn’t sleep anymore. The time was slow. It seems it has stopped ticking. I tossed and turn on the bed. I wish to fall asleep but sleep was far away from my eyes. I was freezing inside while my body burnt like fire. I tried calling Emiliano. I know he wouldn’t hear bec

he laughed as if I was losing my mind. "Dim, pay attention, dude. You will feel cold if your body temperature falls to 36 degrees, and at 35 degrees, you will start shivering as your body tries desperately to generate heat. At 34 degrees, you may seem clumsy, irrational, or confused. At 33 degrees, you will experience muscle stiffness. By the time your body temperature hits 32 degrees, you will stop shivering and be in danger of collapsing. At that point, you should be taken to the nearest hospital." He shook his head and took off his glasses before crouching slightly closer to me. "And if your temperature falls to 27 degrees, you will likely be unconscious and could die. I don't think at th

Stoic added. My hands started shaking, but I wasn't sure why and I couldn't seem to stop it. The trembling continued up my arms and then throughout my body. My body was seizing and my eyes rolled back in my head.

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.

My body trembled uncontrollably as a cold sweat coated my skin, making me shiver despite the warmth of my blankets. My eyes darted around the dimly lit room, searching for any signs of danger. Shadows danced menacingly on the walls, casting eerie shapes that only fueled my imagination. Every creak and rustle in the room felt like a malicious presence lurking in the darkness, waiting to pounce on me.

He could have come for me right? I couldn't answer and I simply nodded, he went back closing the plain white door behind him. After a while my body started shaking evidently, I was sweating and I felt like I had no control at all, the air felt like it's being pushed out of my lungs and I can't breathe. I fell in my bed and kept wabbling around the floor like someone being electrocuted, my skin felt like it was on fire but everything inside me got colder. Each of my muscles, blood cells, and organs felt like it was being covered with thick frost.

It was just a dry wheeze. Pins and needles started to poke at my fingertips. The numbness spread quickly, crawling up my hands and into my arms until my fingers curled. I couldn't straighten them. I couldn't feel them at all. Cold sweat broke out across my forehead, dripping down my face, but at the same time, my entire body was shaking with violent, uncontrollable chills. I was freezing, but my skin felt like it was on fire. I'm dying, the thought screamed in my head. I'm having a heart attack. I'm going to die right here.

I shivered, realizing that my body struggled to regulate its temperature. Determined to shake off the uneasy feeling, I stepped into the corridor, but the cold persisted. I hesitated, my breath visible in the air, a stark contrast to the usual warmth of the palace. Something was different., and the mystery deepened. Turning back into the room, I decided to grab warmer clothes, thinking they might help ward off the inexplicable chill. However, as I entered the warmth of the room, a wave of nausea hit me. The sudden shift in temperature made my head spin, and I felt an overwhelming urge to throw up.

I excused myself and went to the kitchen with some lame excuse, I didn't want them to notice my weird behavior. I dragged my feet to the sink, I opened the tap and put my shaking hands under the cold water. 'Everything is fine' I kept chanting to myself. Suddenly my heart started beating fast and loud as if it was ready to jump out of my ribcage at any moment now. My breathing was kind of rugged and my head was spinning. The shaking in my hands spread to my legs too. Something is wrong.