The Fever Code Novels & Stories

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.”

“Take your temperature.” Zachary placed the thermometer obediently. He felt dizzy and couldn’t lift his eyelids. When the time was up, Sarah checked the thermometer and saw a temperature of 39°C—high fever! She immediately started to get dressed. “You have a fever. You need to go to the hospital.” “No,” Zachary said lazily, sitting on the sofa. Sarah frowned. “You can’t just ignore a high fever like this. We need to go to the hospital.” “I’m fine,” he said, not wanting to go anywhere. He just wanted to stay with Sarah a bit longer.

Calla quickly dialed Pierre's number. Pierre finally answered after a few rings. "Hello?" "Pierre, where are you? Do you have time?" Calla's voice was filled with urgency. She knew that a child's high fever could lead to seizures, which could be severe and even life-threatening. "What happened?" Pierre immediately stood up at his desk, his voice now tense. "It's Clover. She has a fever of 100.4 °F, but I'm in the suburbs and won't be back for over two hours. I—" Calla's voice broke as she started to cry.

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 medications, three times a day."

Quietly retracting the blanket, Mia whispered to Genevieve, "Honestly, I'm fine. There's no need for any treatment." In response, Genevieve aimed a thermometer at her and commented, "Your temperature is 39 degrees Celsius. Are you sure you're fine?" Mia's expression turned somber. She hadn't been aware of her high fever. Glancing at the entering doctor, Genevieve briefed, "Dr. Lane, we've got a patient with a 39-degree fever who's a bit reluctant about seeking treatment." "Declining treatment at 39 degrees? Are they aiming for a warmer experience at the crematorium, perhaps?"

I grabbed another blanket from the foot of the bed and piled it on top, tucking her in like she was a child. Then I hit the doctor’s number. He picked up on the first ring. “She’s shivering. She’s cold now.” My voice came out sharper than intended. “Mr. Voss,” he said evenly, “it’s called rigors. Her body’s fighting the fever. It’s common. Keep her warm and make sure she’s hydrated. No panic. This is her system regulating itself.” “No panic?” I snapped. “She was on fire two hours ago, and now she’s on ice.”

-00- Letha tried to strengthen her heart which was crushed. But this was the only way she could do it for Hill. The boy had a high fever two days ago. When she went to the doctor, the doctor only said that Hill had the seasonal fever which is so common in LA in the summer. The high temperature made Hill's tinny body sometimes unable to adjust to it, so that in the end he fell ill and caught a fever. There is nothing Letha need to worry about. The pain problem was well handled by doctor who had also given Hill a medicine to drink.

he demanded, his voice low but laced with barely contained panic. “She has a high fever,” the doctor said. “It looks like a viral infection. We’re running tests to confirm, but she’s stable for now. We’ve given her medication to bring the fever down.” “Stable,” Alaric repeated, his jaw tightening. “What does that mean?” “It means she’s not in immediate danger,” the doctor explained. “But we’ll need to monitor her closely. If it’s just a virus, she should recover with rest and medication. If it’s something more serious, we’ll address it as soon as we know.”

“The boy... Kael... he has a rare condition. A dormant blood fever. It activates under high trauma or stress.” I frowned. “What kind of fever?” “It’s tied to genetics, likely inherited from the father’s side. It’s unpredictable, but it can be fatal without exposure to the sire’s aura regularly.” My jaw clenched. “How bad is it?” “He’s stable for now, but it will flare again. The aura of the biological father helps regulate the child’s internal healing and keep the fever dormant. If he doesn’t stay close to you for the next few weeks, it could be fatal.”

“Eli has a fever.” Every thought inside my head disappears instantly I stand so quickly my chair nearly tips backward. “What do you mean he has a fever,” I ask panic already rising into my chest. “It started about an hour ago,” Victor explains steadily. “The pediatrician already checked him and believes it is likely viral but his temperature keeps climbing.” The room around me starts feeling too small. “How high.” “Lena—” “How high,” I repeat shakily. “One hundred and three.” Fear crashes through me so violently that my vision blurs for a second I am already grabbing my bag before my father finishes speaking. “I am coming home right now.”