The Fever Code Novels & Stories

Hot. Panic struck him instantly. “Damn.” He shouted toward the door. “Quick, come here!” Several servants rushed in. “What is it, Sir?” “Prepare fever medicine and a cold compress now!” Grayson ordered sharply. The servants hurried away. Grayson kept his hand on Kimmy’s forehead. “Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?” Kimmy slowly opened her eyes, her voice weak. “I’m fine… just a little dizzy.” “Silence.” Grayson’s tone was full of worry. “Don’t talk. You have a high fever. I won’t stand by and watch you like this.”

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!

SARAH: (a⁠pproa​ching, touc​hing Ayan‌a’s forehead) “You feel warm. Le‌t me get th‌e thermometer.” [She return⁠s with the ther⁠mometer, takes AYANA’s t‍e‍mpe​rature. The reading ma⁠kes her⁠ freeze: 38‍.‍4 degr‍ee⁠s Celsius. F⁠ever. Af⁠ter eigh‍teen mo‍nths‌ of​ treatment, they know wh‍at feve​r means—possible infection, or wor‌s‍e. S‍A​RAH and AMON exc‍h​ange glan‌ces, immediate fear and familiarity.] ⁠S‌ARAH: “We need to call Dr. A​siim‍we. Now.”

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.”

The doctor replied, "I can't guarantee it. Unless you get Miss Tate to do a detailed body checkup…" Avery was probably frightened by the doctor's words, so she opened her eyes. "Miss Tate, you're up!" The doctor saw her waking up, and he immediately said, "I just gave you something for your fever. How are you feeling right now?" Avery looked at the doctor before looking at Mike. "You were having a fever. I don't know why you were having a fever. The weather isn't cold at all!" Mike grumbled. "Maybe it might be a bacterial or viral infection. It might not be due to the cold," the doctor said.

His wound had reopened. Beep. The sudden beeping alerted them that Maverick’s fever had surged to 40.5 degrees Celsius. Maverick. Valencia clasped her hands together to recite a prayer to whatever god was out there. Please, let Maverick be safe.

“You’ve definitely got a fever.” I shot a wary glance at the window, feeling as panic began to claw its way up my throat. This wasn’t an ordinary fever, I knew what this was, and it was the last thing I needed right now. This was my heat.

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.

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?"

“Is it in?” Ginger adjusted his hold on it. “Okay. Now it’s in.” Click. Pause. Then a drawn-out beep. Hayden studied the digital read out. “It says 102.” “I’m so hot. And I can’t keep my eyes open.” “Have you taken anything to drop your fever?” She shook her head. “Just antibiotics. I get these nasty sinus infections and sometimes I get a fever and sometimes I don’t. This time I did.” “You want aspirin or Tylenol?”