Regular Show Temp Check Novels & Stories

It was like a raging fire had been dampened to a steady burn. I walked to her bedside, my hand trembling slightly as I reached out to touch her forehead. My fingers brushed her skin. And then, a profound sense of relief washed over me. Her temperature was better. Not normal, not completely cool, but definitely better than it had been. The blistering heat had receded. It was still warm, but a manageable warmth. It was a subtle change, one a normal person might not even notice, but to me, who had been constantly checking, it was a great improvement.

Roy questioned Jeremy, now trying to lean up against the headboard of the bed. Jeremy saw so and quickly rushed in to help Roy. After Roy was nicely leaning on the headboard, Jeremy palmed Roy's forehead to check the temperature. Fortunately there weren't any. Roy sighed and tried to memorize the moments. Making Jeremy worry made him feel bad but he was craving the caring side of Jeremy and for that staying sick was not a big hurdle. Jeremy measured the inside body temperature of Roy with the help of a thermometer. The temperature displayed was normal, so Jeremy felt relieved.

He nods his head and leaves the place without hesitation. “And now what do you want?” She asks me annoyed. “I'm coming to check your pulse and see if you don't have a temperature,” I say with my notebook and my instruments. “Okay, do it.” She tells me, swallowing her tears as if she were an adult, instead of continuing to cry, like a child would. So I gave her a complete checkup, she seems to have a bit of a temperature, but the rest is pretty good.

he told me, so I led him to the bed. To make sure that he was really fine. I held his wrist and checked his pulse. It's normal but his skin was hot. I couldn't just shrug about it. I check his temperature and was deeply perplex that he didn't have a fever. I was sure that the thermometer was functioning well and the batteries are all new. I tried to check my temperature and there's nothing wrong with the digits indicated. "Mr. President, may I touch your forehead?" I said, I'm going nuts.

It was almost pleasant. “Your temperature is a low 35 , a little cold but not out of the spectrum that is to be expected. I’m going to be feeling around your body, and I’m also going to need a blood sample for some tests. I’ll be doing the tests right in front of you so you can be sure that I’m not going to be leaving here with any of your blood.”

“Alright, how long have I had that IV in me?” “About three hours,” Jarren told me. “Then my temperature should have dropped how much Doc?” “It should be normal now.” “Take my temperature then.” He walked to retrieve his thermometer before bringing it over to me. I opened my mouth, and he stuck it under my tongue. I kept it under there until he pulled it out. “This isn’t possible.” “What does it say?” Jarren asked. “103.5,” Dr. Reed stated. “I told you.” I voiced.

He stands a few meters away from the door and looks so concerned. “Are you sick?” he asked me. I immediately realized that he’s concerned about me getting the virus that can kill in a matter of hours. He might have thought that I died overnight. “I’m okay. I just overslept. I’m really sorry,” I said. “There’s a thermometer in the medicine cabinet. Check your temperature,” he ordered me and I couldn’t complain. My temperature is 36 degrees Celsius. I showed it to him. “Repeat it,” he told me. I did and it still turned out the same.

Goldie dabbed at her forehead with a wet rag. "How're you doing?" I asked Brat. "So far, so good," she said, putting on a brave face. "What's her temp?" Stitch asked Goldie. "Just got up to 104," Goldie replied. Stitch nodded. "That's all normal. Just make sure she's drinking lots and lots of water so she doesn't get dehydrated. I'm gonna leave a few painkillers for when she needs 'em, but they're only gonna work to a certain point."

Sis, did you use a thermometer to check the radiator? [I’m a regular at the sauna. I’ve baked myself at 80 degrees Fahrenheit before, but I was gasping for air within a minute. Ten hours? Even if you’re bragging, you should at least write a draft first.] [That mist clearly comes from a humidifier. Streamer, do you dare to point the camera right at the thermometer?] Without saying a word, I wedged my phone into a wall mount. The camera pointed straight at the thermometer. The red number “140 degrees Fahrenheit” was as steady as a rock, while the “170 degrees Fahrenheit MAX” mark beside it was still flashing.

He just put the spoon in front of my mouth again, waiting for me to open. I shook my head. "I'm full now." "One last." he spoke. I sighed and opened my mouth. Almost disgusted I almost spit it out, he immediately handed me the water. He stood up and now picked up the thermometer. He pressed it to my forehead and furrowed even more. "Forty one." he uttered. I laughed seeing his reaction, “Guess I’m so hot.” He lowered the thermometer and sat down in front of me again. His jaw clicked.