The Fever Novels & Stories

Kenneth felt her neck again and said, “I think so.” “Maybe I just feel warm. Does orgasm cause fever?” Freya asked. “It doesn’t, right?” Kenneth chuckled. He really was smiling often lately, and Freya just couldn’t help but take pleasure in it. He put the thermometer under her arm and responded, “It doesn’t. You probably caught something.” The reading said she had a fever. Kenneth sighed. His face tightened with concern. “I’ll get some medicine. You were sneezing in the car earlier.”

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 temperatu

“Too much.” Nana hears her, but the words arrive distorted, as though spoken from beneath water. She tries to respond, but her lips remain still, her body too heavy, sinking deeper into the mattress. Felicia does not pause. She moves with purpose, her grip steady as she wrings a cloth, pressing the damp fabric to Nana’s skin, chasing the fever that refuses to break. “This is not normal,” she says, almost to herself. “Not an ordinary fever.” Her gaze flickers toward the door, lingering.

Isaiah urged. “cannot guarantee," Miranda exclaimed. Isaiah couldn't say anything. He pressed his brows together, but he had no choice other than to compromise and try to explain in a euphemistic tone, "Actually, it's an old problem. It has happened now and then after Brian's accident A high fever is a Symptom. However unlike a common fever, high fever does not go away, and there is no method to lessen his fever no matter what the situation is." "How could this happen?” Miranda wondered with her face flushed with fear, "I don't get it"

I couldn’t stand seeing her like this—so vulnerable, so fragile. Her brow was slick with sweat, and her breathing became shallow and uneven. I pressed my palm against her forehead, only to feel a spike of heat. “Damn it,” I muttered under my breath. Liora moved quickly beside me, assessing the situation. Her face was set in concentration. “Her body is fighting it,” she said quietly, eyes flicking between me and Raven. The fever is high, but it’s not an infection. It’s just… her body reacting to everything.”

She was still thinking about their almost-kiss yesterday, the way Freya had burst in at the worst possible moment, when the first wave of heat hit her. It started as a warm flush across her skin, nothing alarming. But within minutes, it had intensified to a burning sensation that made her push away from the table. She pressed her palms against her cheeks, confused by the sudden fever. "What's wrong with me?" she whispered to the empty room. The heat spread through her body like wildfire, settling low in her belly with an intensity that made her gasp. This wasn't normal. Even in her limited experience, she knew this overwhelming need, this desperate ache, wasn't natural.

What am I going to say? He frowned when Fuji and Raul Frey faced him at the same time. "You're sick?" Fuji touched my forehead. "Oh! You're hot!" I grinned. "Why, thank you! I was born hot, you know---" "No. Literally," Fuji said seriously. "You're hot as in... you have a fever!" Eh? I touched my forehead. Yes. It's hot. Alas, the dinosaur has developed a fever. That's why I'm dizzy. Rawr!

“You really are worried, aren’t you?” “I am.” She takes my temperature. “And I have good reason to be. Your fever went up.” “That’s probably because I’m covered up.” She presses her lips into a thin line, not convinced. “You can get brain damage from high fevers.” “They have to be higher.”

Anya's presence left him fearful. Anya secretly reached out to Joey and pinched his arm fiercely. When she heard Joey scream in pain, she asked loudly, "Joey! Is something wrong?" She then placed her hand on Joey's forehead and acted as if she was worried. "What?! His body temperature is so high!" Phoebe played along and said, "What happened? Does he have a fever?" Anya nodded. "He does! He's having a fever! What should we do, Mom?"

I kept my eyes tightly closed, my muscles entirely rigid as I waited for the inevitable pain of his correction. But the strike never came. Instead, the broad, calloused expanse of his palm moved forward, pressing firmly against my forehead. The moment his skin touched mine, I let out a soft, involuntary whimper. I was boiling. The heat radiating from my skin was a fierce, unnatural fire, a staggering temperature that was dangerous even by the elevated standards of a shifter’s anatomy. It was an objective, undeniable reality. There was no possible way to fake a fever this severe; no amount of courtly manipulation could force a body to reach the point of literal combustion.