The Fever Code Novels & Stories

The familiar sensation of fever washed over her. The previous night, Leo had returned home to find Rachel nestled under the comforter, fast asleep. Concern etched his features, for it was unusual to see her slumbering before his arrival. Intrigued by the anomaly, he approached her, only to discover her body radiating intense heat—a clear sign of a high fever.

The next morning, Micheal had woken up with little memories of what he had done the previous day and to a high fever. He slumped back on the bed, jamming his fingers through his hair as he wheezed in his horrible state and exclaimed in bitter annoyance, "Fvck! Why do I have a fever?"

Air-born viruses are man-made, while in Wysteria, if there is a virus, most likely this is acquired from contaminated water or food. "What are the symptoms?" I asked Anisto. My curiosity is not that high especially and that is not my job anymore. "Extremely high fever and vomiting. They are still under monitoring. But the fever is not going down even though we already provided medicine." This answer is problematic. I thought about what he said. There are many possible reasons for having a fever. Fever is caused by a viral infection. The antibodies within are fighting the unknown and unrecognized bacteria that will result in the body by increasing the temperature. Fever is not the disease, bu

he asked, voice calm, clinical. “My… head hurts,” I whispered, the words barely escaping my cracked lips. “That’s expected,” he said, his eyes never leaving mine. “You struck the sink when you collapsed.” Lucen stood at the foot of the bed, his tall frame rigid, his jaw a line of iron. “What happened to him?” he asked, voice controlled, too controlled for a man who usually let his emotions roar like thunder. The doctor exhaled slowly, as if pulling the truth out of his own lungs. “He has a high fever,” he announced. “It was caused by excessively suppressed pheromones.”

She could even feel his body temperature. His body temperature... It seemed that his body temperature was a little different from usual, it was a little too hot. Silvia reached out her hand hurriedly and touched his forehead. It was burning, he had a fever again. Although Jayden looked strong, he could get a fever easily. He was weaker than Silvia when it came to health. Although Silvia looked down at him for being weak, she did not delay for a second and called Dr. Thames immediately. Before long, Dr. Thames arrived in a hurry. She measured Jayden's body temperature immediately. His body temperature was more than 39 degrees Celsius, definitely a high fever.

Temperature unstable. Her body fighting an invisible enemy. --- Saturday morning. Day thirteen. Evie's temperature spiked to 101. They packed her isolette with ice packs. Cooling her down. She looked miserable. Crying weakly. "Can I hold her?" I asked. "Not during fever. Sorry. Too risky." I could only watch. My daughter, burning up, and I couldn't even hold her. --- But Sunday. Day fourteen. The fever broke. Temperature: 98.6.

Jenson walked to the bedside and shouted a few times, “Daddy.” Baby Robbie screamed, “Daddy’s face is red. He’s having a fever.” “Mm.” Jenson nodded as a cold ray of light streaked across his eyes. “I’ll go get some medicine for Daddy’s fever,” said Baby Robbie as he rummaged through the drawers and cabinets. Jenson let out a sigh. “Baby Robbie, Daddy’s not sick.” Baby Robbie doubled back. “Then why is Daddy’s face so red?” “Because he’s in… Heat. We’re not referring to body temperature here,” said Jenson.

***Meanwhile*** 3rd person POV*** Unknown Number [14:32]: Code Orange! “Shit!” Teagan said to herself after checking her phone. “This was hours ago!” Teagan [22:48]: Who? Unknown Number [22:54]: Pain and Panic Teagan [22:56]: 10/4 Teagan started laughing out loud at the thought. Anybody passing by would think she was manically crazy! She decided to go check on her sister first and if she was well and nothing out of place, then she would wait until morning to talk to her.

She heard him cough on the other line. “A-are you sick?” she asked worriedly. “My body temperature is thirty-eight point three,” he replied. Her eyes widened. “Hey! Are you completely insane? Your fever is extremely high! Are you still in the mansion? I’m on my way there.” “No! I’m in my condo. I don’t want Granpa to get infected so please, come see me right away. I’ll just send you the address.” “Okay.” And she cut the line.

Hopefully, as with most fevers, it will break eventually. I furrow my brow, continued dread and anxiety writhing in the pit of my stomach. An unholy fever that seems to burn the skin from within. I can’t help but recall Ivy describing the feeling as something similar, a sort of internal burn. I could feel it sympathetically over our mate bond. The pain she’s feeling… Yes, Alpha Fierro’s Beta was apt in his use of the word “unholy.”