The Fever Novels & Stories

What the fuck did she say? Fire ignites in my heart, spreading across my chest like wildfire, and before I can stop myself, “Babaanne!” The word slips from my lips, drenched in venom. I hear her gasp, and her shoulders go rigid before she slowly turns her head to face me, revealing wide, fear-stricken, teary eyes. Eating up the distance between us, I yank her up from her seat and glare at her. “What did I just hear?” The tremble in my voice matches the unsteady rhythm of my heart.

Maybe because they were too close, Travis felt the tremors in her body. “Are you cold?” Travis asked. Hailey was so lost in her thoughts that Travis’s sudden question startled her. She almost broke the thermometer she had in her mouth. A slight fear gnawed at her heart; she shook her head and made a vague “uh-huh” sound. Travis looked at his watch and reached out to take the thermometer. “Open your mouth.” He looked like a serious doctor, and Hailey opened her mouth reflexively. Travis held the thermometer up to the light and read the temperature. The temperature was 101.3 degrees, showing that Hailey had a fever.

"Don't you want to feel what a fever of 101 degrees Fahrenheit is like?" Zara tried what it felt like to kick the big boss of Azure Cloud Group. Yosef was still sick with a fever, and when she kicked him in the leg, he did not feel like joking anymore. He just kissed her again for a little while before going back to her bed. He did not want to go to the hospital, so Zara had him take some fever medicine from her first aid kit. Luckily, it worked, and his temperature went down to 99 degrees Fahrenheit.

Maya felt her forehead with the back of her palm and gasped. "You're still burning. I thought the fever would have reduced by now". Valentine winced as her head ached. Maya's voice was a little too loud. "I'm sorry" Maya whispered. She soaked in the towel and squeezed it out a bit before placing it on Valentine's forehead. She dabbed other parts of her body as well. "The fever should reduce now. Freya is coming with some medicines, I'm sure you'll be fine after taking them" Maya said as quietly as she could. Valentine managed to nod.

He never cried either. She had developed a habit after Otávio had a high fever at the age of four, almost to the point of having a seizure and needing to go to the hospital, of taking his temperature every morning and night. Even at four years old, he could explain to her that fever was normal and that it would soon pass. At the age of four, he knew how to explain to her that a fever was nothing more than a defence mechanism of the body. So she created this ritual of measuring his temperature twice a day to know if he had a fever. At the age of seven, when she entered his room and saw him reading one of his comic books with his body and face covered in chickenpox, she screamed desperately ju

A high fever—was it because of Matthew and Mira? He knew it wouldn't be Matthew involved with Mira. The voice was familiar; it was Gabriel's. Still, he didn't tell Serena, letting her misunderstand. This woman looked cold, but she liked to hide everything in her heart. He reached out, taking a tissue from the side to wipe her sweat. If his attitude toward her actions before carried a deliberate flavor, now he genuinely didn't want to be at odds with her. "Sir, this madam's high fever might be caused by excessive worry. Once this bottle of medication is finished, the fever should subside. Someone needs to stay here and keep an eye on her. These are oral medicat

Daymon placed the bowl on the small stool beside the bed and placed his left hand on my forehead to check if I had a fever. As expected, I had a fever. “what??!!” Daymon screamed. “Your body temperature is going to boil a cup of water if care is not taken”. “It is just an Ordinary fever that will burst soon, so don't worry yourself; I will be fine soon,” I said to Daymon to reduce his worry. “You're not fine, Artemis; you're burning up, for Christ's sake,” Daymon said worriedly. “I said I would be fine,” I replied softly.

She reached out and touched her daughter’s forehead. Warm. The thermometer beeped. 101.2°F Alex’s stomach dropped instantly. Fever. A trigger. She grabbed her phone and called Dr. Park’s after-hours line. He answered on the second ring. “Alex?” “Catherine has a fever,” she said quickly. “One hundred one point two.” He was calm. “Give Tylenol immediately. Repeat every four hours. Keep it below one hundred two if possible.” Alex nodded even though he couldn’t see her.

"Go to sleep first. I'll also order our food. It's a good thing you didn't go on the mission with The8 and Seven. You might get dizzy later." When Khlea came out and left me in the room, I just closed my eyes. Now I suddenly felt pain all over my body. I don't always get a fever because I have a strong immune system. In a year, I only get sick once or twice. I just woke up to someone wiping my forehead. My body is very hot. I feel like my fever is very high. The air conditioner is also weak but I was very cold. I looked at who was blowing my forehead.

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.