Novel & Cerita Regular Show Temp Check

"His fever is up again, one-oh-two point four. She gave him the medication but she thought you should know." I took my phone from my clutch without breaking stride, checked the message from Nina myself, read it twice, noted the timestamp, and put the phone away. "Tell her I'll call at ten," I said. "And ask her to send me his temperature every hour until then." "Of course." We reached the cast, and I arranged my face into something that looked like presence and stepped into the photographs. The screening lasted two hours and fourteen minutes.

My response is stronger than my voice would have allowed but I put in the effort, “It’s my job to worry about things. I’m the Luna of the pack.” The doctor gives me a lightly quizzical look before he nods again and drops what’s in his hands, “Well you’re doing an adequate job of it. Just keep it at this current level and it won’t be a cause for concern.” I smile as I nod to him and he gets up, sighing almost deeply as he does so. “Your body is fine. Your temperature is a bit on the high side but you said you were feeling a light soreness all over so that’s a bit normal considering my diagnosis.

I want to check her temperature and assess her if I need to call a doctor. I returned to the bedroom and put the thermometer in her mouth. After a few seconds, I pulled it out. She is sizzling hot. Forty degree celsius! I need to call a doctor! I was about to leave but I felt that she grabbed my sleeves. I looked at her but she was still unconscious. “Please don’t go. Please don’t leave me.” She mumbled.

Her face was flushed, hair damp, lashes stuck to her skin. Crow handed me a thermometer. “We need her core temp.” I slid it under her tongue with shaking hands. The beeping felt like a gunshot when it finally rang. “Forty-one point one.” I whispered. “Shit!” Enzo hissed. “That’s past dangerous. She’s starting to shut down.” “We need cold compresses, fast. Ice, if there’s any. Towels.” Matteo ordered, voice sharp with panic he wasn’t showing on his face.

I think there is a problem with Mia' "Clear the table," I tell the guys who are silently watching us. I didn't even know when they came back here. She is not sick. Her temperature is normal and her face doesn't show any sign of discomfort. Her breaths are even too. Is it her period? 'I am on my way' Kay texts back and I reply with a thanks. "Should we call the doctor, boss? "Marcus asks and I shake my head signifying no. "No. She is just tired"

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.

The normal human temperature was around 14 to 16 pips. How could I know that? When I was sick in Glafelden, my temperature was measured using that device. "Oh my god! His body temperature reached 19 pips!" shrieked Shella. It took me by surprise. "Don't you have something to lower his body temperature?" Not replying to my question with words, Shella showed it by looking for something in her bag. A few moments later, she took out several small pieces of cloth covered in some kind of thin transparent plastic. I didn't know the exact name, but it looked useful for lowering body temperature.

“Her non-stop talking gave me the headache in the first place, and it’s gone now that I’m out of her room.” “Are you sure you’re okay?” He doubted. He checked her temperature with the back of his hand on her neck, then nodded. “Your temperature seems normal, but we should still get you some medicine, just in case,” he quickly returned to typing on his phone. “You’ve been under a lot of stress lately, so it’s a good idea to take something to help you relax.”

My eyes flick to the heart rate monitor—her pulse is stable but slightly weaker than I’d like. Reaching for the thermometer from the tray, I press the button to turn it on and step closer to her. “I need to check your temperature,” I inform her. She gives me a weak nod, allowing me to place the thermometer against her forehead. A few seconds pass before it beeps, and I pull it away to check the reading. 102.4°F. I frown slightly, setting the thermometer down. “You definitely have a fever,” I confirm. “Are you feeling any other symptoms? Muscle pain, dizziness, nausea?”

“What’s wrong with her?” “I’m not done yet, please give me a minute Alpha” the doctor said gently, checking her other eye, then feeling her forehead. “She’s burning up. Have you noticed if she’s been sweating in her sleep?” “No” Levi said quickly. “She seemed fine last night.” The doctor gave a faint hum of concern. He checked her neck and her temperature again with a digital thermometer. The beep came fast. “Forty degrees Celsius,” he muttered. “That’s high, way too high.”