Fever Reader Novels & Stories

“Is it in?” Ginger adjusted his hold on it. “Okay. Now it’s in.” Click. Pause. Then a drawn-out beep. Hayden studied the digital read out. “It says 102.” “I’m so hot. And I can’t keep my eyes open.” “Have you taken anything to drop your fever?” She shook her head. “Just antibiotics. I get these nasty sinus infections and sometimes I get a fever and sometimes I don’t. This time I did.” “You want aspirin or Tylenol?”

“You have a fever. You didn’t know about it?” Fever? This is the first time I suffered from this sickness. “I never knew that this was the symptoms of fever… I never got a fever before,” I softly answered. Anna looked at me with shock. “Are you even a human?! I am sure that everyone has experienced being sick before.” I let out a tiring laugh as I closed my eyes and shook my head. “Aside from physical pain, starvation, and dehydration, I never experienced another sickness.” Anna sighed in envy. “Then that’s good. You have a tough immune system. However, why the hell are you burning so high?! Are you made from fire or something?!”

- When noon came, I still hadn't spoken to Lucia, I was in my room the whole day, and the thermometer's numbers never changed to its high temperature. I heard the door close, and so I peeked outside, no sign of Lucia, I found a note on the kitchen counter saying she'd be at her parents' house again for tonight. That's the best for us. But when I turned to the living room, someone was watching the news on the TV. "Hey, I heard you have a fever." The moment our eyes met was like a stab wound that pierced through my heart; my throat hurts and also my heart now. "Trevor." I lay a coaster and put down my ginger tea on the table. "It's just fever season."

I yank my leg free from her grip and dash to my little sister’s room. She’s curled under the thin blanket, her little body shaking with chills. Her cheeks are red and her hair is plastered to her forehead with sweat. I drop the bags and fall to my knees beside her bed. “Lily? Lil, hey—” I touch her cheek and jerk back like I’ve been burned. Fuck. She’s having a fever. “Lily, baby, open your eyes.” She whimpers softly but doesn’t move. God, no. Please.

Quietly retracting the blanket, Mia whispered to Genevieve, "Honestly, I'm fine. There's no need for any treatment." In response, Genevieve aimed a thermometer at her and commented, "Your temperature is 39 degrees Celsius. Are you sure you're fine?" Mia's expression turned somber. She hadn't been aware of her high fever. Glancing at the entering doctor, Genevieve briefed, "Dr. Lane, we've got a patient with a 39-degree fever who's a bit reluctant about seeking treatment." "Declining treatment at 39 degrees? Are they aiming for a warmer experience at the crematorium, perhaps?"

He then drew in a sharp breath. “Call the doctor. Cosmo has a fever.” “Don’t go…” In his daze, Cosmo nervously grabbed the person beside him. He had such a severe fever that he could not recognize who was beside him. All he knew was that he was cold and scared. He instinctively did not want the warm presence beside him to leave. “I’m getting an antipyretic paste for you. Your fever is getting out of hand.” Samson sighed. He turned to take the paste.

He surprised her by saying. She leaned forward and placed her palm on his forehead. A feeling of relief rushed through her, his fever has broken. She used the back of her palm down his neck and chest, her brows knitted in concentration. King Ryker can only feel her soft touch from his forehead to his neck...his chest. How is it possible that the only touch that should be the one repulsing him, is the only touch he can feel without disgust and discomfort? "Your fever has broken, master." She whispered with something akin to relief in her voice.

While Elena and the head housekeeper were sat directly next to the bed where Kimberly was receiving treatment, Alpha Derrick asked the attending physician a question about Kimberly. "No one can say for sure at this point, but based on the reading of her temperature, I believe she has fever, and not just a regular fever. Fever that is not the result of anything natural; she has an underlying condition that is producing the fever." The physician explained everything to each and every one of them using such phrases. "A fever that is not created by any natural causes, and what do you mean by something in her is producing this fever?" "What do you mean by something in her is creating this fever?"

Alma’s voice echoes upstairs, calling out my name, but I’m watching… color creep into Faye’s features again. Alma rushes upstairs and slides to a halt in the doorway, panting, her face washed in pink from the chill outside. “How is she? Any change? Lowe found feverfew and fairywand at the market a few villages over.” She holds up two bags of dried herbs. “I was thinking about making a compound tonight–something warming. I have some of Lowe’s blood, too. It’s fresh. We can make a warming compound tonight–” Faye gasps, her body stretching and arching off the bed. Alma screeches before clapping her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide in shock.