Regular Show Temp Check Mga Nobela at Kwento

Rico defended as Anna rushed into the room. "His temperature has been high and has refused to come down, I don't want him playing too hard," Anna took the thermometer and checked Riccardo's temperature. "I'm fine now," Riccardo whispered as the thermometer read his temperature. Anna looked at the thermometer and decided to try it again. She fixed the thermometer into his mouth and checked again but his temperature came out normal. "Is this thermometer broken? His temperature was really high a while ago," Anna stared at it, confused.

asked Meazus as he took off his shoes and walked towards Deanna. Deanna bit her lip with a panicked expression. “I think Davina has a fever. Am I wrong?” “Have you checked her temperature?” “Yeah, I have. Her temperature is normal.” Meazus put his hand on Davina's forehead and felt that his daughter had a slight fever. “Maybe there's something wrong with the thermometer.” Meazus tried to take the object Deanna pointed to near the nightstand, then began checking Davina's temperature again. The thermometer said Davina's temperature was 36.3. “I don't trust this thermometer.”

“Here, Ari. You’ve gotta take your temperature.” “Mmmm,” she groans. She holds her hand out and I put the thermometer in it. Eyes still closed, she turns it on, waits for the beep, and sticks it in her mouth. Once it beeps again, she opens one eye and checks her temperature. “98.6,” she says, turning her face back into the pillow. I jot it down on the chart that Dr. Hazel gave us before glancing quickly at the graph. A wicked smirk comes over my face. “Oh, Ari?”

Reed’s reaction was subtle: a fraction of a beat too long before he responded, the way his eyes hung on her just a moment longer, like he was updating her file in his head. I didn’t dwell. I pivoted to Maya’s side, checked the monitor, pressed my palm to her forehead, got the temp by touch before even glancing at the strip. 98.6, called it. I snapped on gloves, unwrapped a fresh alcohol swab, and wiped the IV port while Reed unpacked his tray behind me.

The air in the room was thick with the smell of antiseptic and it made my stomach churn. "The resonance is stabilizing, but her core temp is still 104," a man at a monitor shouted. He was looking at a display of my vitals, and the lines were hazy for me to understand. How long did I pass out for?

He had, but nothing worked. Then I stood. “Alright, Robert. I’d like to check your vitals before we start.” He laid on the treatment cot. I checked his pulse and found it weak but steady. His temperature was 99.8, low fever. His breathing was shallow. When I pressed lightly against his ribs, he winced. “Sorry,” I murmured, “just checking inflammation.” He gave a tight smile. “No problem, Doc. Do what you gotta do.”

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.

I take advantage othe time she’s focused on the task to admire her. “It might not mean much to you Tea Boy, but there’s a whole bunch of regulars that require their caffeine hit around here, and consistency is key. No funny business. Give me your hand.” Harley takes my hand and puts it onto the milk jug as she turns on the steam. Her touch sends tingles through my arm. “Use your hand to feel the temperature, there’s a thermometer around here somewhere if you’d prefer, but the general rule is: you should be able to hold your hand on it for three seconds once it gets hot. Anything hotter and it’ll scold.”

His voice settled in the quiet room, like he was leaving a final opening for the test that had been proposed but not yet decided. "An initial test only needs a small dose. If the body shows rejection, heart rate will accelerate, temperature will rise, but it won't be immediately fatal. If there's no severe reaction within five minutes, it's a preliminary pass." He closed the box and set it on the table. "You can decide now, or tomorrow. But your line won't wait."

Raven called out, waving in surrender. Gia shot him a sharp glare and then approached to press a thermometer against his forehead. His temperature was back to normal—just under 37 degrees. “Take a shower, eat, and then retake your medicine to ensure you’re stable,” Gia instructed. "Got it. Anything else?" Gia narrowed her eyes. She was always suspicious when Raven acted this obediently. “That’s all,” she said after confirming he had no ulterior motives. For once, her anger seemed to have tamed him.