Novel & Cerita Regular Show Temp Check

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.

“Fine. Do whatever you want. I don’t have the strength to argue.” His expression softened. “Thanks. First, you need to take it easy and lie down.” He guided me gently back against the pillows, his hands careful as though I might shatter. “Check the drawer on the right,” I mumbled. “I think there’s a thermometer in there.” He quickly found it, turned it on, and pressed it under my tongue. Moments later, he read the result and his jaw tightened. “102 degrees,” he muttered. “That’s pretty high. You sure you don’t want to see a doctor?”

She said, not meeting his eyes. Reagan noticed her sudden change of attitude, “What’s wrong? Are you alright?” Reagan noticed her sudden change of attitude, “What’s wrong? Are you alright?” “Nothing, your Lola Nanding is just worried for you.” He nodded and gave her the thermometer. “Then I’ll go shower first. Stay here for a minute.” He nodded and gave her the thermometer. “Then I’ll go shower first. Stay here for a minute.” She put it in her underarm and let the thermometer stay to make sure her thermometer. After three minutes, it showed 36.5. Normal temperature…

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"

“How is this possible I can see so many things, your heart rate, your body temperature, your health status, what looks like a blueish shadow surrounding you, what is that?” “a bluish shadow, no that is not right. Let me see.” I gave the glasses to Ben, he put them on his eyed again. “but I don’t see any shadow here.Your body temperature is 40 degrees? There must be something wrong here.” Ben used a scan to see if there were problems with the light shades but he found none. He stood there for a while watching me in silence, without mentioning anything, he gave me the glasses back. “Is there something wrong with me?” I asked.

I grab the thermometer as I head over to Cole and Damian. I give Damian a smile as I speak to Cole. “This is a real simple temperature check. Just stay still for me.” He lifts his arm as if to stop me when I place the reader in his ear. Thankfully he stops part way and simply makes a face at the brief process. “100.5 Angela.”

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.