Ill Na Na 2: The Fever Novels & Stories

A baritone as deep as a lazy growl, yet it was light enough to make her feel this giddy and awkward. "So, black then?” Carl, with his trademark chubby cheeks replied. “Not quite” the man with the beautiful voice spoke again, “Could you do something else, anything other than the regular sweeteners and stuff?” Relax Rebekah! "Good Lord" she exhaled. The nausea she felt in her stomach could easily be mistaken for butterflies, but she knew better - or so she hoped. “You really have to decide, Sir.” Carl replied coolly, “Unless you'd have whatever I whip up for you. No rejects, no refunds.”

Harrison POV “Uncle…fast…” Alina moaned, sinking her nails into my back. “You have a fever, baby” I whispered, sucking her earlobe. We were having sex when I found her body temperature was higher than usual. “I don't feel feverish” she whispered, kissing in my crook of neck. I could sense her sexual drive increasing with her fever. “Baby…” I cupped her face and kissed her deeply. I asked, “Once we're done, please have medicine”

Still there was fear eating him inside. ‘There is something’, she turned to Neel. 'Why is this sadness on your face...' She walked up to him and cupped his face. Neel felt her palms burning, he checked her neck and forehead, pulling away instantly. Your body is burning like fire…you have such a fever…” ‘No Neel, I am fine.’ She tried to pull away. ‘Anna you have a fever.’ He gave her a stern look. ‘But it’s really minor. You are too much Neel.’

104°F. She said, "Kyle, I feel so sick. Can you come home?" I said, "Drink more water." Drink more water. She had a 104°F fever, and I told her to drink more water. What was I doing? I was patrolling with Lina. Lina said she was a little scared. Nothing was wrong with her. She just said "I'm a little scared," and I stayed. Selina sent seventeen texts. I replied to one. The next day, I took Lina to the hospital. She had a stomach ache.

Something important—long buried by her indifference—had shattered completely, never to be pieced back together. In the living room, Naomi's cries pierced the air. "Daddy! Daddy!" Luther clicked his tongue impatiently as he paced. "Seriously, what are you crying for? It's just a fever—do you have to scream like this? Just get her to the hospital already, Willow!" Naomi's wailing cut through Willow like a knife. She swallowed the panic rising in her chest and quickly grabbed his arm. "Look, Luther! She's shivering from the fever! Do you think you can take her instead?"

Mandy sat on the couch, practically dropping her body, staring at us: - What the fuck is going on here, kids? - Grandmother! Don't say bad words in front of Maria Lua. - Go ahead, Mandy. Babi swears every day. - Oh, fuck! Grandma... - I took Maria Lua from Ben's arms. – I think she might have a fever… It's hot. 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.

I wanted to believe kindness still existed, that not everyone wanted to use or break me. But then I wondered, how did the driver know my name was Aria? Did i unknowingly mumble my name when i was in a daze?. I pushed the thought aside Then I mixed the medicine, drank it, and forced myself to stay alert. When the fever finally reduced two hours later, relief flooded through me. My head cleared and my vision sharpened. I let out a sigh and reached for Lana, only to freeze. Lana's body was too hot, her forehead was burning, like fire. Her face was flushed red, her tiny body trembling, her nose wrinkled in pain.

"What… what's happening to me?" Nina's voice emerged as barely a whisper, swallowed by the darkness pressing in around her. Her skin burned as though fire ran beneath it, heat spreading through her body in relentless waves that seemed to have no end. Every breath felt too heavy, too hot, as if she were inhaling smoke instead of air. The atmosphere around her seemed to thicken and congeal, making it harder and harder to form a coherent thought. Her mind grew sluggish, weighted down by the fever consuming her.

Stripped of her only physical support, Luna slides down the rough brick, collapsing onto the freezing pavement like a broken ragdoll. "Luna?" Nathan drops to his knees, gripping her shoulders to pull her up, only to realize her skin is burning with an unnatural high fever. "I'm so hot...it burns," Luna whimpers, her voice reduced to a hoarse rasp. "I am taking you to the hospital," Nathan declares, scooping her trembling body into his arms. "Nathan...I'm so hot. Please, help me," Luna sobs uncontrollably, her restless, feverish lips pressing sloppy, desperate kisses against his exposed neck and collarbone as he carries her to his waiting Bentley.

“You need to eat.” The word need settled heavily, not as advice but as something closer to instruction, leaving little room for refusal. The girl reached for the bowl of water, dipping a cloth into it before wringing it out with quiet precision. “You had a fever,” she continued, her voice still calm. “It broke this morning.” The simplicity of her explanation felt almost intentional. Lina’s fingers pressed slightly into the blanket as she tried to follow the words, but her thoughts were already shifting elsewhere. “How long…” she started, her voice weaker than she intended, forcing her to pause before trying again.