Regular Show Temp Check Novels & Stories

He somewhat smiles at the cashier, making her heart flutter in his handsomeness. "Thank you, sir, come again," he gets the four big plastics from the aluminum slab of the cashier's table. He checks himself using the infrared temperature that is displayed beside the door of the drug store. He is somewhat afraid when she will expose the organization's secret, but his men are fast as lighting in a rumbling sky before it rains hard. When he checks, it is almost thirty-eight point four degrees. He tsked before pushing the door, and he is shocked when his car is still there—when he doesn't expect that she will stay and wait for him in some fifth-teen minutes of break.

N O E L L E I place the tray of food on the table and grab the thermometer. I put it on his underarm to check his temperature. “You don’t have to do this.” He said. I turned the lights on. “I agree.” I get the porridge and mix it to let it cool a bit. “Eat this. I did not put poison on it.” I said, and he chuckled. His temperature is 39.6 degrees. “You have a high fever, Levi. What did you do?” I asked as I fed him the porridge.

She nagged for a short while before getting up and heading to the kitchen. Looking at the woman entering the kitchen, Simon took the thermometer from under his arm. The temperature it read could not have been any more normal, at an unremarkable 36.4 degrees Celsius. What could he do with such a normal temperature? The man’s gaze shifted on the glass of hot water in front of him. There was a faint light in his eyes as the corner of his mouth curled slightly. “So how was it? Show me the thermometer.” Sharon suddenly remembered that they were in the middle of taking his temperature and hurried out of the kitchen.

I feel the desperate need to check on Tru. Rushing back to the bedroom, I open the door and find her shaking. Tru’s curled into a ball, her teeth are chattering, and one hand clutches her chest. I can tell Tru is feeling physical pain by her elevated heart rate. Her body temperature is normal. In fact, she’s sweating under those blankets. Tru’s behavior would make someone think she’s freezing, but physically her body is normal. There is no reason for her to be cold.

I want to give my best friends this gift. Shit! I stare at a blank display. My mental pep talk took too long. Wait, there is a memory recall. I breathe a sigh of relief before I tap the recall button. My temp this morning is 99.2. Definitely not my normal 97-98 range. I log my temperature. With hands trembling, I pick up my cell phone to text. Me: temp up Me: time to do the deed I tap the back of my phone nervously. If he doesn’t reply, I will have to call or knock on their door. I don’t want to see him during this.

she announced, interrupting the silence. Vivienne stood up from her stool, walked over to us, and retook Merryn’s temperature. “67 degrees Fahrenheit. Can I try something else? It will require sticking you with an iv needle and giving you a bit of CT contrast serum. It is warmed and can raise body temperature. It might be what you need to get you back to a healthy temp.” “I feel fine.” “Do it,” I said simultaneously with Merryn.

Besides, I know there's nothing wrong with me, so I have no need to make a scene. Doc takes an oral reading. "What's the normal temperature?" Hardin questions with narrowing eyes, staring at the thermometer in Doc hand once it's done. "Around 37•C." Doc glances at me for a moment, a slight frown on his face. "Is she sick?" Hardin's entire attitude changes completely in half a second, the worry on his face so obvious. "She's running a little warm, but there could be many rational explanations for that. Personally I wouldn't be too worried." Doc smiles, practically giving me the green light.

It was like a raging fire had been dampened to a steady burn. I walked to her bedside, my hand trembling slightly as I reached out to touch her forehead. My fingers brushed her skin. And then, a profound sense of relief washed over me. Her temperature was better. Not normal, not completely cool, but definitely better than it had been. The blistering heat had receded. It was still warm, but a manageable warmth. It was a subtle change, one a normal person might not even notice, but to me, who had been constantly checking, it was a great improvement.

Tina pushed her bottom lip out in a pout, crossing her arms over her chest as she paused in the opening to Skylar's cubicle and watched as Skylar sat down and wiggled the mouse to wake her computer screen. Skylar ignored Tina's pout and opened the available placements memo from that morning. Mostly more accounting firms, law offices, and a couple big companies looking for mailroom temps. Skylar stopped scrolling and clicked on one of the placements. She knew it must be the one Tina was talking about because she heard an excited squeak behind her. Banscroft Empires. Looking for a temp placement for CEO James Banscroft's personal secretary. Skylar quickly clicked apply and said a quick prayer