Regular Show Temp Check Novels & Stories

Jack's announcement was done, he poured a glass of water and took out the medicine, watching him do not make a redundant movement that made Emily aware that Jack was going to use the same method as before. "Wait. You can't do that. I'm actually cured and don't need to take that medicine." "The temperature from your body just five minutes ago was forty degrees. Did you eat all the porridge and it went down so quickly?" "My body is really erratic. You don't have to care."

“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.

he asked, "can I open the shower door?" "S'okay..." Scott slid the door open and handed over a thermometer. Rayan dutifully put it under his tongue. When it beeped, Scott breathed a small sigh of relief at the readout and turned off the water. "Worked...?" "You're out of the triple digits, but not out of the woods. Feeling any better?" "Lil' bit, yeah..."

What in the world? Suddenly she stills and all sounds from her cease. I lean down slowly and lift her off the floor. She doesn’t even move as I jostle her. I check her temperature by placing a hand on her forehead. She feels warm to me but then we normally run a higher temperature to humans. I shake her shoulder as I call her name but I get no response. I start moving my feet in a panic as I wonder what was wrong with her.

"Aren't you sick?" Penelope approached him and pretended to faint as she collapsed into his arms. "Gene, my head's spinning. I feel terrible!" Eugene helped her sit down. Irritation flashed across his face. He grabbed the thermometer and took her temperature. After a moment, he checked it—98.6°F. "That's your fever?" His expression darkened instantly, and his tone turned cold and sharp. Did she think he was stupid?

Receiving no response from Tian Tian, Si Tu Mo was a little scared as she quickly turned her head around to call someone for help only to see Gu Shen coming running towards them. “Gu Shen, see ... look at Tian Tian please. She is not responding to my questions.” As if Si Tu Mo saw her savior and she quickly asked Gu Shen to take a look at Tian Tian. Gu Shen used one of his hands to measure Tian Tian’s forehead's temperature while he sneaked out another hand to Tian Tian’s wrist trying to take her pulse. After 1 minute, Gu Shen’s eyebrows furrowed as he wondered what could have made Tian Tian so weak.

Lucy's pov; I woke up from my nap and sat straight on the bed to assess what was happening with me. I touched my neck and forehead to check the temperature for fever. It wasn't as high as it was in the morning. Looks like my temperature has settled down a bit. I let out a sigh of relief. "We should always use a thermometer to check for colds," Tyler said as he stood up from the chair beside the bed. Was he in the room the whole time when I fell asleep?

Amon's body heat had subsided. I had confirmed it once more by placing my hand on his forehead before putting the tip of the thermometer into his mouth. “37 degrees. It’s gone down,” I had let out a sigh of relief. I stood beside Amon, who was sleeping on the mattress. Drrtt… my phone on the nightstand vibrated. I reached for it. I saw a message from Rayhan on my phone screen. [Is Amon having an episode?]

Eve stood at the marble island, her silk robe wrapped tightly around her waist, her tablet open to the morning's biometric dashboard. Her dark eyes narrowed as she refreshed the screen. > TELEMETRY ALERT: UNIT 19 (WILDE, T.)* > Resting Heart Rate: 88 bpm (Baseline: 48 bpm) > Core Temperature: 102.4°F > Status: Offline / Unresponsive > Eve set her coffee mug down with a sharp clack. Her strict "West Wing" protocol dictated a absolute spatial boundary: his private corridor was off-limits unless explicitly requested. But a core temperature exceeding one hundred and two degrees in an elite professional athlete following a grueling four-game road trip was not a protocol issue. It was a medical em

Val stared at me for long, “it’s not. You are sick. You should rest today” I insisted,“I don’t want to appear lazy, it’s just my second day at work”. Val took out a small thermometer from the first aid box. “Wendy, rest, let me take your temperature”. I obeyed, laid gently on the bed. She inserted the thermometer in my mouth. “It’s reading your temperature,”Val said. She removed the thermometer and read it. “What is it saying?”I inquired. “It says you need to rest,”Val said.