Regular Show Temp Check Mga Nobela at Kwento

I asked when I came back, holding it up like an offering. She cracked an eye. “Are you about to fight my immune system?” “I like data,” I said. “But only if you want it.” She sighed, the sound of a grown woman making a decision about cheerfulness. “Fine. Left side traitor.” I knelt again, waited until she nodded, then tucked the thermometer under her tongue. While it thought, I sat on the coffee table, close enough without crowding, hands open on my knees like a man who is not here to make anything happen faster. The beep came. Ninety-nine. Not nothing. Not a red flag.

I could see Cole’s expression harden at the end of the table, his jaw flexing once. A fresh wave of murmurs rippled through the room,pens scratching, lenses zooming in. The man leaned forward, clearly savoring the reaction. “So, it is true. Was it a routine check-up, or,” “Routine,” I cut in before he could finish, keeping my tone clipped, professional. “Every athlete goes through them. Eyes, joints, reflexes… you name it. It’s part of staying in top form.” My lips curved into the kind of polite smile I’d learned to perfect over the years,one that gave nothing away. But inside, I could feel the burn of realization setting in.

Ah… sorry, looks like I forgot to send you the manual last time. Me: [It's fine. But I don't think the manual will help. I'm worried he's sick… seriously sick.] Customer service: [Can you describe the symptoms?] Me: [He keeps making a rumbling sound, his body temperature's really high, and he keeps staring at me like he's sad or something.] Customer service: [That's totally normal. It just means he enjoys being with you.] My heart leapt. Me: [Really? So that's normal? I thought I overworked him. He's been doing housework every day.]

After all the endless dragging around, I felt myself starting to run a fever. Valen was the first to notice that something was off with me. He pressed his palm against my forehead, then pulled out a thermometer to check my temperature. “103.6 degrees? Sera, you really know how to cause trouble for us.” He let out a heavy sigh. Chloe walked into the room, looking somewhat worried. “Maybe we should cancel today’s itinerary. Sera is burning up so badly; it’s too dangerous to leave her alone at the hotel.”

"Valerie! What are you doing here? Coach Alden has been waiting for you to perform." Valerie glanced briefly. Lazily, she tried to respond to what the man in front of her said. "Can I take a break from performing today?" "A break? Why? Are you okay? Are you sick? Or what's wrong?" The tall man approached with an equally worried expression. He reached out his hand, then placed it directly on Valerie's forehead. Checking and making sure whether his talent was unwell, thus suddenly asking for permission not to perform. "Your body isn't warm. It's not cold either. That means you're healthy, right?"

She covered her stunned expression with a smile and hurriedly went over to check Whitney's temperature. She checked the thermometer and noticed her temperature is below 107°c but not as high as Maverick predicted. It's simply lower than the normal temperature a normal human being is supposed to have. “She's having a low-grade fever. This is one of the symptoms of a common cold. But it's nothing serious. She'll be fine,” Ann told Maverick.

I nodded happily, handing him my phone. "From now on, I'll hold your cell phone. You can ask me if you need it," Richard explained. I nodded obediently. "Let me check your fever," Richard pleaded. He opened the first aid kit on the nightstand and took my temperature with a thermometer. As we waited for the numbers on the thermometer, I noticed Richard was a little pale. His face looked a bit tired. "Your body temperature has returned to normal. Are you feeling better now?" asked Richard after 36.5 degrees Celsius appeared on the thermometer screen.

she said avoiding his gaze. “What for?” He asked still suspicious. “Look do you want my help or not? Or will you rather stay here and shiver?” She asked angrily He didn’t reply but she saw him relax a bit. “Now, I need to check your stupid temperature,” she announced like a professional.

Baby El cried again, louder this time, making Shelyn even more restless. “It’s okay, sweetheart, it’s okay…” she whispered while gently rocking him. Jessy took a thermometer from a small drawer near the table. “Let’s check his temperature first.” Shelyn nodded quickly. “Yes, hurry.” A few seconds felt long as they waited for the result. Jessy looked at the number on the screen. “Thirty-eight degrees.” Shelyn immediately looked at her. “That’s high, Mom.” “It’s still a mild fever,” Jessy said calmly. “No need to panic yet.”

Red replied. I scanned his condition. I kneel before him, look at his eyes, and check his temperature by checking his forehead and neck check then his pulse. "Sketch, look at me. Does your head hurt?” he shook his head. I touch his stomach and put a bit pressure on it. “Does it hurt?” he shook his head again. “What does it hurt?” I asked. “Nothing, I’m just a little bit dizzy.” Sketch replied.