Fever Reading Novels & Stories

He never cried either. She had developed a habit after Otávio had a high fever at the age of four, almost to the point of having a seizure and needing to go to the hospital, of taking his temperature every morning and night. Even at four years old, he could explain to her that fever was normal and that it would soon pass. At the age of four, he knew how to explain to her that a fever was nothing more than a defence mechanism of the body. So she created this ritual of measuring his temperature twice a day to know if he had a fever. At the age of seven, when she entered his room and saw him reading one of his comic books with his body and face covered in chickenpox, she screamed desperately ju

In the quiet dawn of a new day, the sun's gentle rays filter through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room where 3-year-old Theo sleeps peacefully. Nanny Hazel stirs from her slumber, her senses attuned to the subtle shifts in the morning air. As she approaches Theo's bedside, a wave of concern washes over her as she notices the warmth radiating from his small body. With a tender touch, Hazel places her hand on Theo's forehead, her heart sinking as she confirms the presence of a fever. In that moment, her instincts as a caregiver kick in, propelling her into action to address Theo's sudden illness with care and urgency.

She looked at Ray and said miserably, "Ray, I don't have a grandpa anymore!" With that, she burst into loud sobs. Ray had no choice but to pull her gently into his arms and pat her shoulder in comfort. After a while, Celine fell back into a deep sleep, but this time something was wrong. She had a fever—a high fever. Ray took out the thermometer gun and checked. It read forty-two degrees Celsius. Forty degrees was already dangerous for an adult. She was at forty-two. Ray hurriedly gave her fever medicine. But Celine had already lost consciousness and couldn't swallow the pills at all.

The thermometer under my arm beeped, pulling me out of my thoughts. I glanced at the number: 100.8°F. Yep, definitely a fever. Right then, Hayden came back with a towel wrapped around something. "We'll use some ice to bring your fever down. Drink more water too. If it drops, you won't need the meds," he said, gently laying me down on the couch. He placed the ice pack on my forehead, his voice soft. "Close your eyes and rest." I did, but a few moments later, I heard the flick of a lighter and smelled burning alcohol.

His amber eyes immediately assessed the situation, taking in Emma's worried face and my feverish state. "Mommy's really sick," Emma whimpered, clutching my hand. "I tried to help, but she keeps getting hotter." Ethan approached the bed, his expression concerned as he placed his hand on my forehead. I leaned into his touch, making sure he felt the unnatural heat radiating from my skin. "50.2 degrees," he muttered, checking the thermometer Emma had placed beside the bed. I had deliberately induced this fever with a combination of herbs, but the temperature was higher than I'd intended. The discomfort wasn't entirely an act anymore.

“Hunter, Kayden is moaning, laying on the floor, how can I say, I don’t know how to say it right, he came back to normal.” Hunter is quick. “Ah! Got it, that’s great, let’s see how he is.” Hunter gets to the living room and crouches beside Kayden, he’s sweating, his lips are dry, he’s mumbling some words. I put my hand on his forehead and confirm what I was suspicious of, Kayden is burning in fever. “Hunter, he has a fever, it seems high, do you have a thermometer?” He goes to the bathroom and gets the thermometer in the first aid kit.

His voice was husky and sensual, the dry, rasping texture making her ears burn—but what made her even hotter was the fact that her hand was still resting on his abdomen. She tried to answer matter-of-factly, though her voice came out flustered. “You have a high fever. I’m helping you lower your temperature.” Calvin knit his brows, then finally opened his eyes. He had been burning for so long that the rims were red and bloodshot, his eyelids swollen from the fever. The usual sharpness in his gaze was dulled, leaving him without his usual aggression.

So why did it feel like I was still too late? “Dyl,” I whispered, voice low as I reached for the thermometer in our travel bag, thankfully I brought one and some medicine “can I take your temperature real quick?” Dylan blinked at me, bleary-eyed but cooperative, and opened his mouth obediently for the digital thermometer. It beeped after a long minute. 38.5°C. “It’s okay,” I said, even though panic clawed at my insides. “Just a little fever. Mommy’s going to make it better.”

Liora exclaimed, placing her hand on Caroline's forehead. "Mommy, you have a fever!" Liora gasped in alarm. Caroline was taken aback. She hadn't realized she had a fever but now felt dizzy. She reached for the drawer and grabbed an infrared thermometer. Liora leaned in to see. "Mommy, it's 38°C! You need medicine!" Caroline patted Liora's thigh. "Go outside, Lia. I don't want you to catch it if it's contagious." "Okay, Mommy!" Liora nodded and hurried out of the room.

Jayden asked in confusion. Glaring at him, Silvia said, "Come here. Let me measure your body temperature." Jayden chuckled and said, "Just talk to me nicely if you are worried. With you so acting as fierce as a lioness, you may lose me, you know?" "Oh, really? Fine. You can chase me out anytime." Silvia scanned the infrared thermometer across his forehead. The temperature showed 38 degrees. "You still have a slight fever. Lie down on the bed. I'll call Dr. York to come and have a look."