The Fever Novels & Stories

I thought King Fire was immune to any disease, especially he was fire, but I was wrong. "King Fire—Pyro, you have a strong fever. Can you let me nurse you?" He did not answer. His mouth was closed. Maybe he was in the deepest of his sleep. "Fire can cause an igniting sensation, but in your case you are carrying the element of fire. Why do you have a fever?" I bit my lips as I gradually laid him down on the bed. I held my breath while doing that. My chest was going up and down. I hoped he would not wake up and punish me after. I was just trying to take care of him.

She put a hand to her forehead and felt a searing sensation. "Oh no, I'm running a fever," she thought. “However, I took medication. What's causing my temperature to persist? Teddy is entirely to blame. How could I have had a fever from getting wet in the rain if it weren't for his useless questions?"

She mumbled, “Don’t let him follow me.” “I won’t,” I promised, though I wasn’t sure it mattered. When we reached our building, she collapsed on the first chair we found. I checked her forehead—definitely feverish. I texted my brother, who was pre-med, and asked how fast you could spike a fever from stress. He sent back a shrug emoji and “not this fast, unless it’s meningitis.” I googled “psychosomatic fever” and found nothing that explained what I’d just seen.

Alpha Kai sat by her side on the bed and her stomach flipped when he placed his palm on her forehead to feel her temperature. "Your temperature is a bit too high. Are you sure you don't need medical attention?" "I swear I don't. I checked online and found out these little fevers are normal because my body is reacting to the changes taking place in it." "So you were googling your symptoms? Don't you know that's not a safe thing to do?" Reign groaned and shot him a frustrated look. "I'm just trying to insist on the fact that I am doing okay and that you are overreacting."

Perhaps it was the rain, but in the middle of the night, Kylie woke up feeling unusually dizzy and lightheaded. Her forehead was burning hot to the touch. She struggled to sit up, her body heavy and weak. Her hands fumbled as she reached for the thermometer. A sudden fever—38.8 ℃. Thankfully, there was still half a bottle of fever medicine in the cabinet. Kylie didn't care if it was expired; she swallowed a pill without a second thought.

In the quiet dawn of a new day, the sun's gentle rays filter through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room where 3-year-old Theo sleeps peacefully. Nanny Hazel stirs from her slumber, her senses attuned to the subtle shifts in the morning air. As she approaches Theo's bedside, a wave of concern washes over her as she notices the warmth radiating from his small body. With a tender touch, Hazel places her hand on Theo's forehead, her heart sinking as she confirms the presence of a fever. In that moment, her instincts as a caregiver kick in, propelling her into action to address Theo's sudden illness with care and urgency.

Author’s P. O. V. “Shayra wake up, Shayra,” Yash tried calling her as she opened her eyes; she was still very much sleepy. She looked at Yash’s face which was lacing with concern. “What happened?” She asked her voice still heavy with sleep; yawning she closed her eyes and kept her back on the pillow. “Jaan, do you have a temperature?” He asked as he touched her forehead; she was burning with fever.

Really hurts. “You okay?” Damien's hand stays lightly on my shoulder, steadying me. I manage a tiny nod. He doesn't look convinced. Instead, he immediately looks at the doctor. The doctor comes forward and takes my temperature, my heart rate, lights up my eyes, and ultimately puts down his instruments. “Don't worry,” he assures me, “she has something called a psychogenic fever.” Three blank faces confront him. He smiles knowingly. “A fever caused by stress. On occasions where an individual is under prolonged stress or anxiety, the body's response is to increase its temperature through the brain.”

It was mid-August and even though night had fallen it was still sweltering hot. Tina was dressed to beat the heat in a low slung denim mini skirt and bikini top, hiking sandals on her feet. She turned more than a few heads in her revealing outfit. At twenty-one years of age, she had a lush yet firm body. Full 36C tits filled her bikini top, her narrow waist flared out gently to her tight round ass, which was clearly evident even though the fullness of her skirt and her long, tanned, athletic legs gave every guy there something to lust over.

"Though it might be so for her, as she is not fully one, but to the best of my knowledge, faes don't get sick either." Lucas began to wonder how the she-wolf knew Adrienne wasn't fully a wolf, then remembered that the whole pack had been present when she had beaten Quinn. They had all seen the display of powers. They all knew. "I think this illness is purely non-physical", Dr Abbie said. "This is just her body's way of responding to renewed trauma." Lucas stiffened. That slimebag mutt, Marcus, he thought ferociously. "It's best we give her time to recuperate. In the meantime, I will give her something that will hopefully bring down the fever.