Regular Show Temp Check Novels & Stories

“Water was dirty…I uhm, want water. Got sick.” Frowning, I place my hand on his forehead and compared it with mine. Without a thermometer, this is the only thing I could do to check his temperature. I’m only assuming at this point. And my assumption is he really is burning, real, really bad. “Have you taken any medicine?”

Last time there had been a pallor to him that I hadn’t let myself look at too directly because looking at it directly meant feeling things that weren’t useful to feel when there was work to be done. Now his colour was back. I pulled the chart, went through it properly even though I had already seen most of it through the remote monitoring. Vitals steady across the board. Temperature normal. The markers I had been watching most closely had all come back into range, and not just into range but solidly into range, the kind of results that didn’t leave room for equivocation. I put the chart back. Ran through the physical checks. His eyes tracking properly. Responses where they should be. The sit

They went inside when the door opened. They didn’t sense any danger until they entered Typhoon’s room and there he was, laying and wrapped in a comforter. He was suffering from cold chills so Marylex immediately approached him to touch his neck and check his body temperature. She got worried when his body temperature reached 39 degrees Celsius. “I’ll just get some water to keep him hydrated,” Meredith volunteered. “His clothes are wet with sweat too so I will get him a change of clothes,” Shanaia added as she rummaged through Typhoon’s closet.

He only opened his eyes when Serenity entered the room. Serenity brought the thermometer over and checked on his temperature. She also noted the time. Serenity then sat on the bed and whipped out her phone to watch videos. A few minutes later, Serenity took the thermometer from his armpit and looked at it before uttering, “Your temperature is down to thirty-eight degrees Celsius.” She could rest a little now.

“How are you feeling?” “I’m alright,” I replied. “No pain? No discomfort?” she wanted to confirm. When I shook my head, she relievedly added, “That’s good. May I check on you?” I nodded, and she respectfully approached me. She touched my forehead to check my temperature, changed the bandages on the mostly-healed wound on my thigh, and asked me a few more questions. “Seems like everything is in order,” Doctor Bennet concluded in the end. “You just went into heat early, that’s all.”

She pointed to Sebastian who suddenly became shy and they all chuckled. "Any weird changes in your body?" Doctor Davis asked. "For now, No." She answered. Doctor Davis took Jayda's blood pressure, thankfully it was normal which shows she hasn't been stressing herself. She led her to the scale to weigh herself after which it was time for the ultrasound. Jayda removed her blazer and passed it to Seb who was more than happy to hold it for her. She settled on the bed and Dr. Davis raised her Cami a little, right below her boobs.

The fact my soul just left my body? Bree? Any ideas? (No clue.) Roundy? Roundy don’t you dare ghost me right now, I swear I’ll break character and start screaming. {He means temperature, you absolute donut. His temp is running high.} Oh. Temperature. Right. Medical. Professional. I clear my throat so hard I nearly choke. “Yes, Kael. Your temperature is… uh… XX degrees. Pretty hot. We should probably call a doctor.” Silence. Then he laughs.

Chapter Two: Locker Room Static The locker room reeked of old sweat, Bengay, and panic. Jax slumped onto the bench, elbows braced on his knees, head hanging low. The medic some kid who looked barely old enough to shave hovered like a nervous gnat, pressing a cold pack to the back of Jax’s neck as if ice could fix whatever the hell his body was doing. “Temperature’s one-oh-two point eight,” the kid muttered, checking the thermometer again like it might rethink its life choices. “That’s not normal post-hit. You sure you didn’t take anything? Supplements? New pre-workout?”

her mother asks, eyebrow arched like a quizzical caterpillar’s. "Just a quick bathroom break," Winter replies. "Okay, but don't dawdle," her mother instructs. "The doctor said I need to check your temperature." ~~~~ WINTER SHUFFLES INTO THE LIVING room, feeling as though she’s walking through molasses. Her mother raises a thermometer, and Winter opens her mouth obediently as her mother pokes it it. As Winter settles onto the couch, the television flickers on. Her mother retrieves the thermometer minutes later and peers at the reading, making a disapproving noise. "Hmph. 37.5°C. Your temperature’s a bit elevated. I’ll fetch a towel and some water for a tepid sponge bath while we wait for the

I looked at the boy and said, "Can you please check the temperature of this man sitting on the stairs? He looks a bit ill to me" He gave me an are-you-serious look while my instinct was to roll my eyes, but nodded at him. He shrugged and kept a hand on Mark's forehead and then on his neck while Mark pushed his hand away, looking pissed. He asked, "What the hell are you trying to do?" "Chill, man! Your girl told me to do it," he said, raising his hands in surrender. I ignored both of them and asked, "Was his temperature normal?" "Yes, absolutely, except for the fact that he is fuming right now," he answered. Am I supposed to be worried then?