Regular Show Temp Check Novels & Stories

“What’s wrong? You’re shivering. Are you sick?” “Ehem!” Our eyes shifted at Pops whose brows were furrowed. “I’m still here, kids. I’m still here.” He stated while shaking his head slowly. Showing his feign dismay. Caleb stood up without letting go of my hand and pulled me up. He then checked my temperature by using the back of his hand and pressed it on my forehead. “Are you sick, sugarplum?” Now Pops looked serious. “No. She seems fine.” He drew my hand on his cheek. “Then why are you shaking?”

In general, a beautiful girl who liked romance met an arrogant male workaholic. Thinking about it, it was quite interesting. At least, they were both good-looking. The next morning, Giada went downstairs to buy breakfast. Chelsea ate a little. At eight o'clock, the doctor came over to check the conditions of the patients. Marisa's temperature was rising again. It had already dropped to 99℉ before. Now it was 100℉. The doctor asked Chelsea to check Marisa's temperature every half an hour and continue to help cool Marisa's temperature. If Marisa still couldn't bring her body temperature back to normal at noon, the doctor would use some medicine.

"Yes, thankfully, it went all fine. She's getting better now,' she replied, feeling satisfied. "So what about you? Have you taken your medication for the morning? You don't look healthy. Or did you mix up the pill prescription?" She questioned me, bringing out her infrared thermometer to check my temperature

Caroline bought some cold and fever medicine before rushing home. When she got there, she immediately went upstairs to look for Kirk. "Have you checked your temperature?" Caroline asked. Her tense expression cleared slightly when she saw Kirk looking as he usually did on the bed. She put her hand on Kirk's forehead to check the temperature. Caroline frowned. "You don't seem to have a fever." "Really?" Kirk smoothly pulled Caroline into his embrace. "I tested my temperature three times. It was 100 degrees Fahrenheit all three times. Maybe the fever subsided because I took some medicine."

And she has lay a damp cloth on my forehead. I pull on the harnesses holding me down. “What’s going on.” “I was checking your vitals,” she tells me shortly. I’ve noticed she avoids talking to me as much as she can. It’s always so prompt and to the point. She pulls the cloth off my forehead with her latex gloves. “Your temperature is quite high, but you should be okay now.” She adeptly hooks her fingers around the harness clips, and yanks them off me. “What’s with these anyway?”

He said to me, "I am here after taking time. And yes, I am a bit afraid but I am not leaving you alone here like this. I will overcome this. So you have to endure my emotions a bit". I said to him while putting my hand on his bare shoulder. He looked at my hand and I said, "You got a very high temperature". I touched his forehead. And then I took a thermometer. I asked him to open mouth for the thermometer. He was looking very cute while holding the thermometer in his mouth. I looked at the temperature and it was 106°F. I was shocked and said,

"Are we hunting ghosts or terrorists?" "We're hunting ratings, Kieran. Stand on the mark." She pointed to a piece of tape on the floor in front of a tripod-mounted thermal camera. Kieran stepped onto the tape. On the big screen, Kieran appeared as a silhouette of vibrant orange and yellow. His head was white-hot. His chest was a deep red. "Healthy," the technician noted. "Core temp 98.6. Normal distribution." "Next!" Mira called. Mia stepped up. Orange. Yellow. Hot.