Fever Code Novels & Stories

Since when did this CEO know so much about medicine? Before I could think of a response, Nurse Martha stepped in smoothly. “Mr. Robinson, a 38°C fever is low-grade. Medically, fevers are classified by severity. Anything under 38 is usually treated with physical methods. Antibiotics have side effects—not just for children but also for adults with weaker constitutions.” I shot Martha a grateful look. A+ explanation. That should shut him up. But Everett didn’t look convinced. “You said Scarlett is generally healthy, didn’t you?” His gaze sharpened.

And right now, I feel like I’m dying. She crosses the kitchen, stopping in front of me and putting her hand on my cheek. “Jesus, you’re burning up.” She grabs the thermothereter. “One-oh-three point four. That’s really high, and you’ve had a fever for over twenty-four hours. Maybe you should go into the ER or something. You could be dehydrated.” “I don’t need to go to the ER.”

“Calm down, Princess.” He waited for her to stop resisting as he restrained her. Cody gently grabbed her, laying her gently on the bed. He grabbed a thermometer from his belt pocket, as he noticed she was awfully hot. His advanced temporal thermometer had scanned her head and body temperature. He sighed, “I didn’t think your fever was that bad, you’re nearly about to pass out from trying to fight with me.” She had panted as it seemed like she couldn’t catch her breath, she was as red as a cherry tomato. Cody peaked his head through the door leading out into the hall, “Call a nurse to fetch me some afebrile medication.”

He didn’t even get a cold, and now, he was sick because he missed her! “He’s having a high fever of 40°C. He’s burning hot like a furnace, so what do you think?” Lucas’s voice was laced with concern. Charlotte became even more nervous, and a layer of sweat began to appear on her forehead. “Then, did you guys send him to the hospital? Did you give him an antipyretic?”

✌🏻 I bought the medicine for her headache and went to her place and messaged her. >>Im at the door. <>Okay. As I entered the house, it looked dim. I looked around for her. "I'm in here." She shouted with a shaking way. I walked in the direction of her voice. She was lying on the bed. A cloth was placed on her forehead. Her complexion was all red. I took the cloth from her forehead and touched her head to check the temperature. "It's burning. You got a high fever."

I placed my hands on his head, It was hottt. I placed my hand on his neck... Same temperature. "Amber are you okay? you're fucken hot", I said. "As always", he mumbled smiling. "No..not that... like...oh shut up", I said trying not to laugh. I got up and searched for a thermometer in his closet. I checked his temperature. "Jesus Christ fucken 39 degree Amber you have a fever!", I shrieked. "I'm not, I'm fine", he said wrapping the blanket around him.

His skin was feverish hot, like there was a furnace stoked inside of him. “WHY?” He asked again, gritting his teeth in pain. “You’re burning up.” I frowned, putting the back of my other hand on his cheek. “Silver fever.”

"The grandmother gave me temporary power of attorney this week. The mother is in a coma downstairs, and the grandmother is with her. It was arranged that I'd keep the kids while she stays with her daughter." The doctor looked at the document on the screen, then at Simon, and something in her expression softened. "I see. Well, Mr...?" "Hart. Simon Hart." "Mr. Hart, we ran some tests on Lily. There's no infection. Her blood work is normal. There's nothing indicating a physical cause for this fever." She paused. "It's likely a stress reaction. Children, especially sensitive ones, can develop fevers when they're going through an emotionally intense situation."

He will not leave her. But he can't fix this. A cool cloth doesn't stop whatever's happening inside my daughter. Whatever Lumi left behind is waking up, and it doesn't care that Lulu is too small for it, or that the roads are buried, or that her mother is standing in a hospital hallway falling apart. "Keep her on her side. If the fever goes above 104, fill the bathtub with lukewarm water. Not cold. Lukewarm. And call me. Call me every fifteen minutes."

He crossed his arms, leaning against the frame. "You're dying?" Elion asked. "System failure," Cale reported, his voice thick and congested. "Respiratory blockage. Thermal regulation offline. The heat... it is escaping." "You have a fever?" "I am burning. And freezing. Simultaneously. It is a paradox." Elion walked over. He sat on the edge of the bed. He put his hand on Cale's forehead. "You're warm," Elion admitted. "Low grade fever. Maybe 99.5."