Fever Reading Novels & Stories

Momma used to cover my forehead with a clean towel soaked with cold water whenever I was severely down with a terrible fever. I squeezed the towel after soaking it with cold water and plastered it against his sweaty forehead. He was shivering and I drew the blankets up to his chest. I continued wiping his forehead with the towel until the water became warm. I checked his temperature after taking the thermometer from his mouth. His fever wasn't subsiding and his body temperature seemed to be hitting towards 70 degrees. He was burning with high fever.

The reading confirmed my fear: he was burning with a fever. I guided him to the couch and quickly retrieved the medicine cabinet. “Oh no,” I whispered, giving him a small dose of fever medication and a cool, damp cloth to rest against his forehead. His little hand clutched mine tightly, eyes wide with trust.

Aurora and Dave, who were watching TV together in the family room, panicked instantly. Dave and Aurora immediately went up to the children's room to check on Ivand's condition. With a thermometer always at hand, Aurora checked Ivand's body temperature. Aurora showed the thermometer that had just beeped. Seeing the reading of 38.6, Dave immediately instructed Fera to get the fever medicine from the first-aid kit. "Ivand, sweetheart, wake up and take your medicine first!" Dave said gently while lifting Ivand's body onto his lap. Slowly, Ivand's eyes opened. His cute face looked flushed and pale.

she called, her voice rising without meaning to. James appeared in the doorway seconds later. “What is it?” “He’s burning up.” James stepped inside, but Emma immediately lifted her hand. “Don’t come closer yet.” “I’m his father.” “You’re still recovering.” James stopped, though tension tightened his face. Emma pulled the digital thermometer from the drawer. Her hand trembled as she placed it beneath Ethan’s arm. A few seconds felt like minutes. The number appeared. 39.1. Emma swallowed hard. “High fever,” she said quietly.

I asked him, frowning. "I’m a little cold," he said, trembling. "Did you turn on the heaters?" I asked, and he nodded. "I took a hot shower," she said, trembling. His eyes were shiny, and his skin was pale. I approached him, and I felt his forehead, finding him hot. "You definitely have a fever," I sighed. I sat beside him, took the thermometer, and passed it to him. "You cooked," I said as he put the thermometer under his arm and nodded

For some strange reason, he's appointed himself my personal nurse. Aurora offered to handle it on the first day. He refused, completely. I sigh dramatically before sitting down. He analyses the thermometer, then looks at me. “Open.” I raise an eyebrow. In response, a faint smile appears on his lips. "The fever hasn't improved your attitude," he jokes as I open my mouth. He gently slips the thermometer beneath my tongue. We wait in silence. A few seconds later, it beeps. He checks the reading. "Thirty-seven point four."

She was burning up. "You're running a fever" Nathan whispered to Brixlee not sure she was conscious enough to hear him. Nathan pulled Brixlee up to a sitting position and gave her a glass of water and she gulped down. He hurriedly grabbed the first aid box at the edge of the room and quickly brought out a thermometer. "Open up...ahhhh"He demonstrated and she slowly opened her mouth. He put the thermometer into her mouth and removed it. The mercury sprung up in speed. It was 39.4C

She cut Poppy off near the console table, caught her around the waist with the ease of someone far too practiced at it, and deposited her on the sofa before the child could turn into mist. “Betrayal!” Poppy shouted. “Thermometer first. Revolution later,” Salma said. I pressed the tip against her little ear. Wait. Beep. 38.7. Lovely. Beautiful. Perfect. I stared at the tiny screen for a second, as if getting angry enough might shame the number into lowering itself. “Fever,” I said. Poppy pouted. “My head feels like a drum.” “Why didn’t you say anything earlier?” She shrugged. “I was busy.”

She introduced thousands of them, big and small, one by one. In a short while, she felt a bit thirsty and said, "Um, I'm going to get some water to drink." Brodie chuckled lightly, "The thermometer had reached its time." Joselyn took it out and looked at it, "38.7 degrees?" Brodie took a look and indeed, "If it exceeds 38.5 degrees, you need to take antipyretic medicine. Do we have any medicine at home?" "Yes, I will go eat now," she said. She hurried back to the bedroom and found some fever-reducing medicine from the medicine cabinet. As she was about to go get some water, she noticed Brodie holding a glass of water.

Fumbling through the contents of the bedside drawer, my trembling hands searched for a thermometer. My fingers brushed against various items—a tangle of jewelry, a small notebook, a forgotten receipt. Finally, I felt the familiar shape of the thermometer, its coolness offering a brief reprieve from the feverish inferno consuming me.