Fever Reading Novels & Stories

"Bob..." Rebecca whispered. She rubbed Bob's closed face, feeling the softness and coolness of the soft touch of the woman's hand. Since earlier Bob felt his head heavy and his body hot, he thought he had a fever, and felt his body heating up. Slowly, Bob opened his eyes. The touch of this woman's hand was so airy and cold. Bob caught Rebecca's face and embraced the woman's body. "Miss Jones, I have a fever," Bob complained.

“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 heating system is broken. I don’t know how long he’s been like this.” She quickly came over, placing a gentle hand on his forehead. “His fever is high,” she confirmed, her brows knitting together. “We need to bring it down before it gets worse.” “What do we do?” I asked anxiously. “The children’s fever medicine is in the storeroom, could you get it for me? I need to monitor his breathing.” “Yes, of course.” I turned and rushed out. The wind howled through the corridors as I made my way toward the storage room, my boots crunching against the icy ground.

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.

Her right hand reached out to touch Edward's forehead, trying to make sure of his body temperature. "But your body is clearly warm." Edward pushed Chloe's hand away from his forehead. "I've already told you, I'm fine." Chloe shook her head. "No... no... you need to take a fever-reducing medicine. I'm sure your body temperature is high." She then reached for the thermometer, which was available in the nightstand, and used it to check her husband's body temperature. "39.5 degrees. You do have a fever, Ed," Chloe pointed out. She got up and walked decisively towards the dressing table. She opened a drawer and took out a tablet to give to Edward.

“Thank you so much,” Just a short time later a Nurse Anette comes in except she doesn’t adjust my air conditioner unit she scans my head with a thermometer. “Now I know why you think sixty-five degrees is too hot for you. You have a fever of a hundred and two. We are going to have to take some more blood to see what's wrong,” She

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."

“What is the reading?” I finally got the thermometer steady. "One hundred and three point five," I whispered, showing him the glowing numbers. He swore softly, a harsh, guttural sound that was utterly human. He didn't look at me; he was already dialing a number on his phone, the receiver pressed tight against his ear.

She walked over and saw a man's pitch black eyes staring at her, unable to see his emotions. She reached out her hand and touched his forehead, to his surprise, it was the image of a fever, she was shocked and said to him, "Wait a moment, I will bring the thermometer over." She took out an infrared thermometer, and all she needed to do was to lightly touch Gabriel's forehead. She lightly tapped on it and instantly measured a temperature of 39.2 degrees. "You're having a fever!" Cynthia was so scared, why was this man having a fever when she was perfectly fine?

But right now he was just a sick two-year-old who needed his mother. I pressed my hand to his forehead and felt the heat radiating from him. Too hot. Way too hot. I grabbed the thermometer from the bathroom, coaxed him to stay still long enough to get a reading. 103.4. High enough to panic. High enough that I was already calculating drive times to the emergency room.