Fever Reading Novels & Stories

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?"

"Poppy has a fever, Mom. I don’t know what to do. She’s burning up." "What’s her temperature?" "I don’t know, Mom. We don’t have a thermometer here." "From what I remember, there’s one in the first aid kit. Look for it in the..." Mom’s instructions were clear, and I followed them quickly, heading to the spot she described. Finding the thermometer, I rushed back to Poppy’s room to check her temperature. "39.4, Mom," I said, still holding the phone to my ear. "She’s burning up. You need to cool her down, Faith."

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.

The nurse blinked, looking at Axel's handsome face and then at the beautiful, intimidating man sitting next to the bed. “The patient has a fever of 108.6 degrees,” she replied. Axel was stunned. “Ah, fever... Wait, what? Fever?” He looked at Edson and then at the nurse. “Are you sure it's just a fever? Not some rare tropical disease? Organ failure?”

“Do it yourself.” Mrs. Young tactfully left again, pulling the door nearly shut behind her. Felix took the thermometer. When it beeped, he pulled it out and handed it to Miranda without even looking. She checked it. Just as she thought, he had a high fever. One hundred four point four. Miranda went into his bathroom, found a towel, soaked it in cold water, wrung it out, folded it, and came back to lay it across his forehead. The cool touch eased the tension in his brow just a little.

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.

She was burning up. “Reese, you feel hot, sweetheart. How are you feeling?” I asked, trying to keep the worry out of my voice. “Not good, Mommy,” she mumbled, her voice small and weak. I quickly grabbed the thermometer from the medicine cabinet and gently took her temperature. The numbers flashed on the screen—101.5°F. My stomach tightened with concern. "Looks like you have a fever," I said softly, brushing a few strands of hair away from her clammy forehead. “I think we’re going to stay home today.”

she crossed him, leaving her fragrance brushing against his nostrils. She went inside and changed her clothes, brushed her teeth, and came out to snuggle herself, but she felt the rise in her body temperature was not helping her. She opened the drawer and took out a thermometer. Placing it under her tongue, she waited for a few moments before removing it to check the reading. The digital display confirmed her suspicions–her fever had spiked even higher.

Kenneth felt her neck again and said, “I think so.” “Maybe I just feel warm. Does orgasm cause fever?” Freya asked. “It doesn’t, right?” Kenneth chuckled. He really was smiling often lately, and Freya just couldn’t help but take pleasure in it. He put the thermometer under her arm and responded, “It doesn’t. You probably caught something.” The reading said she had a fever. Kenneth sighed. His face tightened with concern. “I’ll get some medicine. You were sneezing in the car earlier.”

kind. I stepped closer, leaned down, and brushed the hair off his forehead. He flinched. His skin was burning. “Shit,” I muttered and dropped my bag immediately. I pulled the little thermometer out from the side pocket — yeah, I carry one around, don’t judge me. My mom’s a nurse. It’s like a reflex. The reading came back: 39.1°C. That’s fever territory. Serious fever. Panic started crawling up my spine. I ran to the bathroom, grabbed a towel, soaked it in cold water, and came back to press it gently against his forehead.