Fever Reading Novels & Stories

She reached out and touched her daughter’s forehead. Warm. The thermometer beeped. 101.2°F Alex’s stomach dropped instantly. Fever. A trigger. She grabbed her phone and called Dr. Park’s after-hours line. He answered on the second ring. “Alex?” “Catherine has a fever,” she said quickly. “One hundred one point two.” He was calm. “Give Tylenol immediately. Repeat every four hours. Keep it below one hundred two if possible.” Alex nodded even though he couldn’t see her.

He first took a look and when he saw the temperature, he couldn't help but frown, "He has a fever." The fire was still burning. "How many degrees?" "39.2." Hannah took a breath and never thought that she had burned so badly. "Go and see the doctor first, to see if you need to get an IV." Hannah nodded and let him support her as they walked to the examination room. The doctor looked at the thermometer and furrowed his brows: "Your fever is a bit high. Open your mouth and let me take a look at what's going on."

At the hilltop villa, when the call with her sister ended, Serenity retook Sonny’s temperature after he was done eating. She said to Zachary, “It’s 99.86 degrees Fahrenheit. Should we bathe him again?” Zachary poured a glass of water for Sonny to drink up. He said, “Sonny had just eaten his fill. Let him rest before giving him another warm bath. Breaking a fever is a gradual process. There’s no need to panic or worry. The medicine Dr. Thompson prescribed is still on standby.”

My eyes flick to the heart rate monitor—her pulse is stable but slightly weaker than I’d like. Reaching for the thermometer from the tray, I press the button to turn it on and step closer to her. “I need to check your temperature,” I inform her. She gives me a weak nod, allowing me to place the thermometer against her forehead. A few seconds pass before it beeps, and I pull it away to check the reading. 102.4°F. I frown slightly, setting the thermometer down. “You definitely have a fever,” I confirm. “Are you feeling any other symptoms? Muscle pain, dizziness, nausea?”

Quietly retracting the blanket, Mia whispered to Genevieve, "Honestly, I'm fine. There's no need for any treatment." In response, Genevieve aimed a thermometer at her and commented, "Your temperature is 39 degrees Celsius. Are you sure you're fine?" Mia's expression turned somber. She hadn't been aware of her high fever. Glancing at the entering doctor, Genevieve briefed, "Dr. Lane, we've got a patient with a 39-degree fever who's a bit reluctant about seeking treatment." "Declining treatment at 39 degrees? Are they aiming for a warmer experience at the crematorium, perhaps?"

Then getting her to be open enough to let us explain. After Merigold and Gretchen had Speed dressed and placed under the covers Merigold runs some sort of thermometer over her forehead. The reading said Speed’s fever was one hundred and one. Way too high for anyone. “ Brick, I want you to tilt Kelley’s head back for me.” I carefully tilt Speed’s head as Merigold instructed. Merigold gets a syringe that looks like it is for kid's medicine and fills it up with a liquid fever reducer. “ Kelley will only take the cherry stuff. You have to put it to the side of her mouth and as far back as you can without choking her. Her reflexes will kick in and she will swallow it down.” I watch Merigold ope

Her smile was contagious. "Yes," I held my head. "What...What happened?" "You fell," she replied. "How are you feeling now?" "Better." She checked my temperature with the back of her hand on my neck and then my forehead. She then told me go open my mouth, inserting a thermometer. "36.4," she read out loud. "She's stabilized now, obviously," the other nurse said. She pointed at the drugs on the nightstand. "The prescriptions are written at the back, only to be used if your fever persists."

I placed my hands on his head, It was hottt. I placed my hand on his neck... Same temperature. "Amber are you okay? you're fucken hot", I said. "As always", he mumbled smiling. "No..not that... like...oh shut up", I said trying not to laugh. I got up and searched for a thermometer in his closet. I checked his temperature. "Jesus Christ fucken 39 degree Amber you have a fever!", I shrieked. "I'm not, I'm fine", he said wrapping the blanket around him.

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 thermometer. “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.”

Another G****e search brings me to a Wikipedia page or more accurately , a Quora page with the obvious discussion on 'How to get a fever overnight' . Bingo! ************************************** "Oh dear! You're really burning!" Mom had the palm of her hand resting atop of my forehead, feeling me up for a fever, which I currently had, thanks to the jobless perverts behind the walls of the Quora platform. I tried to act sickly, throwing in a few coughing fits here and there and a weak groan before sniffling back the snort that threatened to slide down my nostrils. A thermometer was fitted inside my mouth , under my tongue. Mom was staring at me with this maternal sympathetic look, raking her