Ill Na Na 2: The Fever Novels & Stories

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?"

He hesitated about what the men would do as their leader screamed bloody murder and fell to the floor. “You missed! You fucking shot my ear!” he was finally able to speak. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Fucking Lombardos! You’re gonna pay for this! Tell your boss his days are numbered ... no one’s backing him now ... he got no allies ... that crippled son of a bitch thinks he’s going to take over the families? He’ll be dead sooner than he can walk!” he blabbered. One guy across the room pulled out a gun. Another shot was fired. The guy across the room fell to the ground with a bullet hole in his head.

“It’s all his fault… him… and his clothes… and… the muscles across his back…” Sheena bent over laughing, clutching her stomach. “Okay, so he’s half conscious but still sane enough to blame the man with good abs.” “I feel like a rubber dinghy after a storm,” I groaned. “Please… if I die, do not let anyone post a photo of me with bad winged eyeliner on the obituary.” “You are not going to die,” Winona soothed in a soft voice, then cast a glance at Sheena. “But I think he should be checked. He’s got a high fever. His lips are already dry.”

I stood when the director gestured for me to stand, accepted the sound of it the way you accept weather, and thought about Jake's temperature. One-oh-two point four. It had been one-oh-one three days ago, and she'd thought it was a virus, and Nina had thought the same thing two weeks before that, and the pediatrician had agreed, and everyone had agreed, and the fever had come back anyway. "Magnificent," the director said into my ear over the noise. "I told you. I told you this was the one." "You did," I agreed, and smiled at him, and accepted the glass of champagne someone put in my hand and didn't drink it.

Hopefully, I won't face that again then Sana will kill me. As I have almost 1 hour for the next meeting, so I set an alarm at 1:20 pm and take a quick nap in the personal room of my cabin. Hopefully, this quick nap gives me relief. Otherwise, it will get tough to do anything else. Let's see what happens with this drama fever. Can't this fever just go? I don't like this fever. Shameless fever, an uninvited guest to all. Hahahaha. I am laughing alone at my bad joke.

Dominic… mate… the rape… the rejection… And then being thrown off the cliff. It wasn't enough that he broke me, and rejected me, no, he had to also kill me. But he failed. I am alive, aren't I? “What are you?” the blue eyed girl asks. “What?” “You smell like a wolf, heal like one too, but I can't sense a wolf in you. It is quite… disturbing.” “Oh.” “Don't mind her,” the other twin responds. “She asks the most uncomfortable questions. I am Rina, she is Lisa. We are twins, invade you didn't notice.”

-00- Letha tried to strengthen her heart which was crushed. But this was the only way she could do it for Hill. The boy had a high fever two days ago. When she went to the doctor, the doctor only said that Hill had the seasonal fever which is so common in LA in the summer. The high temperature made Hill's tinny body sometimes unable to adjust to it, so that in the end he fell ill and caught a fever. There is nothing Letha need to worry about. The pain problem was well handled by doctor who had also given Hill a medicine to drink.

She was dreaming of Ethan. Layla jumped from the bed and ran for the door. "Daddy! Daddy, come quick!" I rushed into the room, medical kit already open, my hair a wild mess from sleep. "Go to Hayden's room, Layla," I commanded. I touched Shea’s forehead and realized the fever was critical. Layla nodded, her eyes wide with fear. "Daddy, did she catch a chill? Should I cut the air conditioning?" "There are many ways a fever takes hold. This isn't a simple chill." I sent Layla to Hayden's nest and turned back to the patient.

Liora exclaimed, placing her hand on Caroline's forehead. "Mommy, you have a fever!" Liora gasped in alarm. Caroline was taken aback. She hadn't realized she had a fever but now felt dizzy. She reached for the drawer and grabbed an infrared thermometer. Liora leaned in to see. "Mommy, it's 38°C! You need medicine!" Caroline patted Liora's thigh. "Go outside, Lia. I don't want you to catch it if it's contagious." "Okay, Mommy!" Liora nodded and hurried out of the room.

Chapter Twenty-One: The Fever It started with a whimper. Lila had been unusually clingy all afternoon, refusing food, turning her head away even from the strawberries she usually devoured. Elena chalked it up to teething. Adrian rubbed her back and said, “Kids have off days too.” But by midnight, her skin was hot to the touch. By two a.m., she was burning up. Elena paced the bedroom with her daughter cradled to her chest, whispering nonsense lullabies while checking her temperature every fifteen minutes. 102. 103. 103.7.