The Fever Novels & Stories

And there it goes, I felt something was thrown to me. I look back, only to be surprised by what I saw. His half naked body, with an extreme 6 packs abs being exposed, to my eyes. “What the!” I immediately shut my eyes before I could picture his whole body and be saved in my brain. “You haven’t seen a man's body before? You act like you’re a faggot.” He said. Well… I am a faggot.

The air grew thick with heat. Every supernatural in the vicinity paused, sensing it. The birthing of something... ancient. The doctor stumbled back, blinking. “Okay. Okay. Push. Tora, I need you to push!” “No sh*t, Sherlock!” Tora barked. “What the hell do you think I’ve been trying to do?!” Behind her, a nearby IV stand inexplicably caught on fire. The nurse calmly threw a wet towel over it and kept counting. “One more!” the doctor said. “Come on, Beta. Just one more—”

Fumbling through the contents of the bedside drawer, my trembling hands searched for a thermometer. My fingers brushed against various items—a tangle of jewelry, a small notebook, a forgotten receipt. Finally, I felt the familiar shape of the thermometer, its coolness offering a brief reprieve from the feverish inferno consuming me.

he cursed as he walked over to the bathroom and brought out a thermometer. He pushed it closer to her sealed lips and Carla, parted it slightly as he placed it under her tongue. She didn’t protest, she felt weak. Almost a minute later, the thermometer beeped and Aeden carefully pulled it out and looked at the temperature that was displayed on the small screen on the stick. “You are running a fever,” he said impatiently and stood up pulling out his phone. After searching for a specific number, he pressed the phone to his ear. “Aeden, don’t call the doctor. This is common. Just give me some aspirin.” She whispered making him frown. But he didn’t listen, when had he ever?

The air in the High Tower had turned into liquid lead. It started as a dull ache in my marrow, a restless hum that vibrated against the silver scars on my wrists. By sunset, it was a wildfire. Every inch of my skin felt too tight, my blood singing a frantic, high-pitched note that demanded a harmony I couldn’t find. I collapsed onto the furs, my breath coming in shallow hitches. This wasn’t the sickness of the dampeners. This was the Fever.

“I’m such a mess.” Anna caught her hand and squeezed it gently. “You’re not a mess, Viv. You’re just human. Okay?” Vivian gave a weak nod, more tears threatening to fall. Anna reached up and brushed her thumb along Vivian’s cheek, but her expression changed in an instant. “Jesus, you’re burning up!” she said, alarmed. Vivian sighed. “I think I have a fever.” “Oh my God,” Anna muttered, guiding her toward the couch like a worried mother. “Come here, honey.”

Is that why he was angry earlier and was afraid that I would get sick? "L-Lazarus..." I said but it was almost impossible to hear my hoarse voice. My throat was dry. I feel a familiar big hand on my forehead and pull the few hairs that are there. "What kind of medicine is given to those with fever? "I don't remember, shit," he said as if the problem was too big. "The only medicine I know is antibiotics, that's all."

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.

He concludes and in a matter of seconds slides of the bed and leaves through the door. I rest my hand on my heart that beats like a beast caged within my ribs. What is this fever?

one more thing, maybe Carl is sleeping now, he's calling Carl? He has to calm down. Does he not know what to do? Is that why Zon's fever got worse when I left them? Is that why he was angry earlier and was afraid that I would get sick? "L-Lazarus..." I said but it was almost impossible to hear my hoarse voice. My throat was dry. I feel a familiar big hand on my forehead and pull the few hairs that are there. "What kind of medicine is given to those with fever? "I don't remember, shit," he said as if the problem was too big. "The only medicine I know is antibiotics, that's all."