Regular Show Temp Check Novels & Stories

I tried running back so he wouldn't know I was there. " Oli" He called and I shut my eyes in embarrassment. He pull me into his embrace for a minute and disengage from it. " Ma'am, please come this way" He winks at me and I followed them to the lounge. " Do you feel any pain from anywhere or there's..?" " I'm feeling very okay" I hummed. " Let's check your temperature" the tanned skin lady stand to check my temperature. " It's Normal ,sir she's okay just need some rest"

I reach over and grab the thermothereter to take his temp again. “Still high.” “How high?” “Hundred and two point eight.” “Dammit,” he mumbles. “I should probably take you to the doctor now.” I grab the glass of water and hand it to him. He takes a drink and shakes his head. “It’s not open yet. Doctor, not ER, remember.” “Oh, right. Lay back down then.”

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.

Yet, his eyes were very profound when he looked at her. Sharon felt somewhat embarrassed by the way he was staring at her. She reached out to test the temperature of his forehead again. “It feels normal to the touch. I think it’s better if we use the thermometer.” She turned around to look for the temperature gun, but she noticed that it was gone after rummaging through the medicine cabinet. “Where did it go?” She looked back at the man, “Did you get your temperature taken earlier?” Simon stayed silent for a few seconds before moving his thin lips, “Xavier checked it for me.”

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.

“What is the reading?” I finally got the thermometer steady. "One hundred and three point five," I whispered, showing him the glowing numbers. He swore softly, a harsh, guttural sound that was utterly human. He didn't look at me; he was already dialing a number on his phone, the receiver pressed tight against his ear.