Fever Reading Novels & Stories

Mandy got up and picked up Maria Lua, placing the back of her hand on our little one's tiny forehead: - Yes, he has a fever. - How do you know? Ben arched an eyebrow. - It's hot. - But she's always warm. - I spoke. – Even because… Blood circulates inside her. - Heavens... Because “fuck” can't be said, right? – Mandy went with Maria Lua to the bedroom, putting her on my bed – Let's make a compress with water at room temperature, to lower the fever. I need a thermometer and get her health insurance card if she persists.

I quickly surveyed the room, searching for anything that could alleviate her distress. In the corner, I spotted a bucket of water and a dry towel, so I swiftly retrieved them. Returning to Freda's side, I dampened the towel with cool water and gently placed it on her forehead, hoping to alleviate her high temperature. While doing so, I noticed her skin felt excessively warm to the touch, a clear sign of fever. Fear gripped me as I whispered comforting words, hoping they would provide solace. "Stay strong, Freda. I am here with you. We will overcome this together."

I dont like that pose, or the look on her face. "What?" "He had a fever. But it's fine now, it's under control." My heart dropped. A fever. Those two words pulled me out of the schemes and conspiracies and slammed me back into something far more terrifying, being a mother. “How high?” I asked, my voice sharp. Valerie hesitated, never a good sign. “It peaked at 102.5. I gave him meds. Cool compress. Called the doctor, just to be sure. They said to watch it overnight. He’s stable now.”

Angeline was afraid to push Sean away, so she leaned back to grab Sean's arms, trying to pry him away from her. However, Sean wrapped his arms even tighter. His breathing quickened due to the high fever. "Don't leave!" "I'm not leaving! I'm just going to get the thermometer." Like comforting a child, Angeline patted Sean's head. "Your temperature is too high! You're sick, Sean. You have to take medicines if your temperature is above 100 Fahrenheit. Be good, Sean!"

he cursed as he walked over to the bathroom and brought out a thermometer. He pushed it closer to her sealed lips and Carla, parted it slightly as he placed it under her tongue. She didn’t protest, she felt weak. Almost a minute later, the thermometer beeped and Aeden carefully pulled it out and looked at the temperature that was displayed on the small screen on the stick. “You are running a fever,” he said impatiently and stood up pulling out his phone. After searching for a specific number, he pressed the phone to his ear. “Aeden, don’t call the doctor. This is common. Just give me some aspirin.” She whispered making him frown. But he didn’t listen, when had he ever?

he replied, voice hoarse. Tessa didn’t correct it. The nurse offered a small, reassuring smile. “Your son is stable now. The fever is from a mild gum infection likely linked to his lost tooth. It's not uncommon in young children, especially when they touch the exposed area too much or don’t rinse properly after.” She flipped her clipboard. “He’s a little dehydrated and his temperature peaked at 39.5°C. We’ve given him antipyretics and started him on IV fluids. We’ll keep him for overnight observation, just to be safe.”

" Eve , your burning up " Chloe gave a strange wake up call , she was seated on my bed with her hand on my head checking my temperature " What , am fine" She was up early , what was wrong " You have a fever " she put her hand on my head and pointed it out , I felt fine a bad bream but I was okay " no an fine ," I pushed it away " No, don't be stubborn , you have a fever you should rest ," she insisted , I wanted to go

Killian The fever hit at 2:13 a.m. exactly. I know because I was already awake, sitting in the dark, eyes locked on the digital thermometer clipped to Celeste’s finger the way sailors once watched the horizon for storms. The number had been creeping upward for an hour (101.4, 101.9, 102.3), each tenth of a degree a knife twist in my gut. When it flashed 102.8, I hit the call button so hard the plastic cracked.

“He’s also been fussy the whole time.” The doctor nodded, then began checking Baby El’s temperature, heartbeat, and breathing. The thermometer showed a number. “38.7 degrees,” the doctor said. Shelyn immediately tensed. “Is that high, Doctor?” “That’s considered a moderate fever,” the doctor replied calmly. The doctor then continued the examination, listening to Baby El’s breathing more carefully. “Is he also a bit short of breath?” the doctor asked. Shelyn nodded. “Yes, his breathing is fast.”

RAFE'S POV I learned to read his temperature by the color of his skin. Pale meant cold, deadly cold, the kind of cold that made me pile every blanket in the cabin on top of him and still feel like I was touching ice through the fabric. Flushed meant fever, the kind of fever that made him burn so hot I had to strip him down to nothing and bathe his skin with cool water just to keep him from cooking from the inside out.