Fever Reading Novels & Stories

He gently placed the thermometer into my mouth and I closed my mouth over it, glaring at him as he watched me for about 20 seconds before pulling it out. His brows furrowed as he read it. I was a little anxious myself. "What does it read?" "37.5°C. You have a low-grade fever." I released an inward sigh of relief. "Told you it wasn't serious." He raked his gaze over me and shook his head as if he argued with his thoughts. "Let me get you another blanket," Without waiting for my reply, he walked out the door and I heard him shuffling downstairs before he returned with a bigger duvet that I groaned at just the sight of.

She then took out a thermometer to measure his body temperature. “Your body temperature is 38.6 degrees Celcius. You have a fever!” Quincy’s gaze was filled with worry as she said, “I’ll give you some fever-reducing medicine. After that, take a hot shower. If you’re not feeling well, take some rest.” “It’s fine. The butler will come over to fetch me soon.” Sirius rejected her concern. Quincy did not let him do as he wished now. Her expression turned sterner as she said, “You’re having a high fever now. You need to take some medicine so that your fever goes down. Be good and listen to what I say.”

The maid waited with a bowl of cool water and cloth, ready to bathe the thermometer once it registered the fever. “Temperatures?” Mandy asked, keeping her voice calm even as her heart thudded. Elena glanced at the thermometer, face pale. “103.4, ma’am.” Mandy closed her eyes, pressing her lips together to keep them from trembling. She dipped the cloth into the bowl, wrung it out, and pressed it to Andre’s fevered temple. The cold against his skin made him gasp and cry anew, tears spilling down sticky cheeks. “No, no,” Mandy whispered, rocking the cradle gently. “Not too cold, my dear. Shh, it’s all right.”

Once I can breathe again, I take a drink and fall back against the pillows. “You feel hotter.” Lucas puts his hand to my forehead. “From what I read online, you should have a low-grade fever with a cold. What I’m feeling is a significant temperature difference than how you usually are.” A shiver runs through me and I curl my legs up against my body. “Can you turn the heated blanket on?” “You have a fever, you shouldn’t bundle up or use the heated blanket.” “Just for a minute?” I ask, shivering harder. Lucas leans over and presses a button.

Gently, he brushed her hair away from her flushed forehead, his touch tender and soothing as he placed the cool towel against her skin. After what felt like an eternity, he sensed a slight relief in her temperature. With a flicker of hope, he hurried to his room, returning with a thermometer. Carefully, he placed it in her mouth, When he retrieved it and checked, his heart sank. It showed 40 degrees Celsius—her fever was alarmingly high. Fear gripped Rican's chest as he looked at her, helpless and desperate to ease her suffering. Guilt gnawed at him, knowing exactly the reason behind her condition.

“Ethan, can you hear me?” He didn’t answer. He only breathed deeper, his chest rising and falling. His cock gave a violent twitch against his belly, releasing another thick, clear drop of precum that slid down the swollen head. Sofia swallowed hard. Her hands trembled slightly as she picked up the digital thermometer. 39.2°C. Dangerously high fever. “You’re burning up,” she whispered, more to herself than to him. She soaked a small towel in the basin of cool water she had prepared earlier and began wiping his face, his neck, and his chest. The water ran down his tanned skin, mixing with his sweat. Each movement made the sheet slide lower.

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.”

Maybe because they were too close, Travis felt the tremors in her body. “Are you cold?” Travis asked. Hailey was so lost in her thoughts that Travis’s sudden question startled her. She almost broke the thermometer she had in her mouth. A slight fear gnawed at her heart; she shook her head and made a vague “uh-huh” sound. Travis looked at his watch and reached out to take the thermometer. “Open your mouth.” He looked like a serious doctor, and Hailey opened her mouth reflexively. Travis held the thermometer up to the light and read the temperature. The temperature was 101.3 degrees, showing that Hailey had a fever.

“How do you feel? Tell me, I can give you some relief.” “Eden, please—I just need to sleep a little, I will be fine.” I have never seen him so helpless and vulnerable, his eyes remained shut and he tucked the comforters up to his neck. “Do you feel pain anywhere?” I asked curiously, and he shook his head, but the way he winces proves otherwise, running back to the wardrobe, I went to get my thermometer. And I almost gagged when the thermometer was reading a flipping 41 degrees, he needs immediate medical assistance, if he leaves this fever unattended to, then he risks having an organ failure.

Nathan’s brows furrowed, and he said, “I am sick. You need to take care of me.” **** Crystal took the thermometer out of Nathan’s mouth and checked the reading. His temperature was 39.6 degrees, which meant he had a serious fever. Thankfully, they had everything they needed to give an infusion, and some of the servants were trained nurses. Once she told them what his temperature was, they rushed off to get everything prepared.