Fever Code Novels & Stories

he asked, voice calm, clinical. “My… head hurts,” I whispered, the words barely escaping my cracked lips. “That’s expected,” he said, his eyes never leaving mine. “You struck the sink when you collapsed.” Lucen stood at the foot of the bed, his tall frame rigid, his jaw a line of iron. “What happened to him?” he asked, voice controlled, too controlled for a man who usually let his emotions roar like thunder. The doctor exhaled slowly, as if pulling the truth out of his own lungs. “He has a high fever,” he announced. “It was caused by excessively suppressed pheromones.”

That’s usually a problem for many couples. “When did the fever start?” the doctor asked me, placing his hand on my scorching forehead. And here I thought the shower would me any good. I’m still burning up. “I don’t recall,” I murmur quietly. “I was too busy drowning in my own misery,” “Three days ago,” I hear Cody answer for me. “Right after vomiting a couple of times,”

It was clear—he just wanted to keep her busy with him. So she told him: if the fever didn’t go down by the afternoon, they *were* going to the hospital. He agreed. She lay down with him and kept him company through a nap. His fever did drop, just like he said. That afternoon, she made him food and soup. The old fox regained his energy—then immediately turned around and wore *her* out completely. While the two of them were tangled up together, he kissed her earlobe and confessed everything. That’s when Annabelle found out—he had never had a fever at all. That thermometer? He’d used it on *Coco*. He knew that a cat’s normal body temperature is 38–39°C…

Albert said. He moved forward and touched her forehead, seeing that her fever was gone he let out a relieved sigh. She suddenly developed a high fever yesterday at night and he was worried that it might be dangerous to her health. Knowing that the fever was gone, he was assured. Seeing him come close and touch her forehead, Velma shrunk in the covers. "What are you doing." She asked, her voice panicking. "I'm just checking if your fever is gone. You suddenly developed a high fever of 41°C and I was worried. But it is gone. You should clean up and come out." Albert said and turned around to leave the room.

she said. "Why does his body feel hot? What's wrong with our son?" he asked worriedly. "He got a high fever and, despite the medicine they gave him, he's not getting well. One week of recurring high fevers is making me worried. We need to bring him to the nearest hospital before his fever turns serious," Clarice said anxiously.

he cursed as he walked over to the bathroom and brought out a thermometer. He pushed it closer to her sealed lips and Carla, parted it slightly as he placed it under her tongue. She didn’t protest, she felt weak. Almost a minute later, the thermometer beeped and Aeden carefully pulled it out and looked at the temperature that was displayed on the small screen on the stick. “You are running a fever,” he said impatiently and stood up pulling out his phone. After searching for a specific number, he pressed the phone to his ear. “Aeden, don’t call the doctor. This is common. Just give me some aspirin.” She whispered making him frown. But he didn’t listen, when had he ever?

He concludes and in a matter of seconds slides of the bed and leaves through the door. I rest my hand on my heart that beats like a beast caged within my ribs. What is this fever?

I dont like that pose, or the look on her face. "What?" "He had a fever. But it's fine now, it's under control." My heart dropped. A fever. Those two words pulled me out of the schemes and conspiracies and slammed me back into something far more terrifying, being a mother. “How high?” I asked, my voice sharp. Valerie hesitated, never a good sign. “It peaked at 102.5. I gave him meds. Cool compress. Called the doctor, just to be sure. They said to watch it overnight. He’s stable now.”

“What do you want, Mr. Fergerson?” Caleb looked up at her dazedly, thinking he was hallucinating her presence. Then, he reached out and wrapped his arms around Penny’s waist. “Don’t kick me out.” Penny tried pushing him away, but he did not budge an inch. It was then she realized Caleb was running a high fever. She placed a hand against his forehead and hurriedly asked Lucy to bring her some fever reducers. “You two, summon a doctor. He’s running a fever.” Caleb wrapped his arms around her waist, and he shut his eyes when he realized she was not going to push him away anymore.

The familiar sensation of fever washed over her. The previous night, Leo had returned home to find Rachel nestled under the comforter, fast asleep. Concern etched his features, for it was unusual to see her slumbering before his arrival. Intrigued by the anomaly, he approached her, only to discover her body radiating intense heat—a clear sign of a high fever.