Fever Reading Mga Nobela at Kwento

Claire touched her hair and nodded. "Your body still isn't healthy. Has your fever gone down?" Antony approached to touch Claire's forehead, but she pulled her face back first, making Antony irritated, and he looked at her with a sharp gaze. "The best remedy for a fever is a warm bath," the girl continued, now with a relaxed tone. Claire walked back into her room, but suddenly her body swayed. Fortunately, Antony was quick to catch her. He could feel that her body temperature hadn't actually gone down.

Alpha Kai sat by her side on the bed and her stomach flipped when he placed his palm on her forehead to feel her temperature. "Your temperature is a bit too high. Are you sure you don't need medical attention?" "I swear I don't. I checked online and found out these little fevers are normal because my body is reacting to the changes taking place in it." "So you were googling your symptoms? Don't you know that's not a safe thing to do?" Reign groaned and shot him a frustrated look. "I'm just trying to insist on the fact that I am doing okay and that you are overreacting."

"Are you awake, how are you feeling?" "I'm fine, thank you" a little shy, since when did we change our address. Another hand pressed on my forehead, warmly dispelling the cold of Dalat weather, helping my body increase temperature. “The fever has gone down, you have a fever of 39.5 degrees, you know?” His worried look warmed my heart. "Do I have a high fever?" " That's right. When I turned to him, he shrank back, his face was pale, his whole body was hot but his mouth was cold. It scares me to death.”

She put a hand to her forehead and felt a searing sensation. "Oh no, I'm running a fever," she thought. “However, I took medication. What's causing my temperature to persist? Teddy is entirely to blame. How could I have had a fever from getting wet in the rain if it weren't for his useless questions?"

The familiar sensation of fever washed over her. The previous night, Leo had returned home to find Rachel nestled under the comforter, fast asleep. Concern etched his features, for it was unusual to see her slumbering before his arrival. Intrigued by the anomaly, he approached her, only to discover her body radiating intense heat—a clear sign of a high fever.

“I’m Dr. Morales. Max said you’ve had a fever, nausea, and dizziness?” I managed a nod. “And a headache. I’ve been throwing up.” Max stood beside her, arms folded tightly across his chest, watching like a hawk. Dr. Morales pulled out a small thermometer and gently pressed it to my temple. “102.8,” she muttered. “No wonder you feel awful.” “She’s freezing,” Max added quickly. “But sweating like hell.” “That’s the fever,” she said calmly, already unpacking some supplies from her bag. “I’m going to give you something to help bring the temperature down, and we’ll need to get fluids into you. Has she eaten?”

… When her eyes opened, it was already night and there was only a warm lamp left on in the room. Odell had woken up before she knew it and was reading a book by her side. When he noticed her open eyes, he went up to place his hand over her forehead and then took her temperature using the medical thermometer. 38º Celcius. Sylvia’s eyes brightened. “The fever has gone down.” Odell frowned. “38º Celcius means you are still having a fever.” She was by no means recovered yet. Sylvia chuckled. “It’s better than it was in the morning.”

I grabbed it along with some fever-reducing medication and rushed back to Joey’s side. As Vector continued with the phone call, I gently placed the thermometer in Joey’s mouth, hoping to get an accurate reading of his temperature. The seconds ticked by slowly as I anxiously awaited the results. Finally, the thermometer beeped, signaling that it had finished measuring the temperature. I quickly removed it from his mouth and glanced at the reading. My heart sank as I saw the high number displayed on the screen. “He has a really high fever,” I murmured, my voice filled with concern. I glanced at Vector, who had wrapped up his call. “Did you manage to get in touch with the doctor?”

With utmost care, I placed it under Dexter's tongue and waited, watching the seconds tick away with bated breath. Finally, a soft beep resounded, indicating that the reading was complete. I pulled out the thermometer and my heart sank. The digital display showed a scorching 101 degrees Fahrenheit. It was high. Panic threatened to consume me, but I pushed it aside, focusing on the task at hand. I needed to bring his fever down before it spiraled further. Desperation spurred me into action once more as I rushed to the bathroom. Cold water rushed from the tap as I filled a basin, adding a few ice cubes to intensify its chill.

Temperature unstable. Her body fighting an invisible enemy. --- Saturday morning. Day thirteen. Evie's temperature spiked to 101. They packed her isolette with ice packs. Cooling her down. She looked miserable. Crying weakly. "Can I hold her?" I asked. "Not during fever. Sorry. Too risky." I could only watch. My daughter, burning up, and I couldn't even hold her. --- But Sunday. Day fourteen. The fever broke. Temperature: 98.6.