Novel & Cerita The Fever Code

I placed my hands on his head, It was hottt. I placed my hand on his neck... Same temperature. "Amber are you okay? you're fucken hot", I said. "As always", he mumbled smiling. "No..not that... like...oh shut up", I said trying not to laugh. I got up and searched for a thermometer in his closet. I checked his temperature. "Jesus Christ fucken 39 degree Amber you have a fever!", I shrieked. "I'm not, I'm fine", he said wrapping the blanket around him.

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."

After a pause, he spoke in a low, hoarse voice: “My whole body hurts, and I have a fever!” “Let me see!” Esther instinctively reached out and felt his forehead. Yep, it was burning hot. She hurried to grab the ear thermometer, but when she brought it over, the guy refused, “No point taking my temperature. It won’t cool me down!” Esther: “…” “Why do you want to know how bad my fever is?” Her temples throbbed twice. She yanked his hand away and shoved the thermometer into his ear. It beeped, and the reading popped up: 37.1°C.

The pain, the sexual thirst, and the body heat drive me mad. I spend my days locked in my room, secluded from everyone, or more precisely from every unmated male wolf. The night falls, and my body is on fire. I have a fever of 103.6F (39.8C) degrees. My body craves to be immersed in cold water.

Matty lowered his voice and said, "Dad, Sharon has a fever. Did you bring any medicine?" Xavier glanced at him sideways. "Of course I did. I'm not that clueless." Only then did Matty nod in relief. Sharon's face was noticeably pale, her features drawn with fatigue. Xavier's gaze swept across the room and landed on the digital thermometer on the coffee table. He picked it up and scanned her forehead. 39.2°C. His expression tightened. The casual air he usually carried was gone, replaced by quiet concern. "Sharon, your fever's pretty high. You need to go to the hospital right away."

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?"

“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.

He didn’t even get a cold, and now, he was sick because he missed her! “He’s having a high fever of 40°C. He’s burning hot like a furnace, so what do you think?” Lucas’s voice was laced with concern. Charlotte became even more nervous, and a layer of sweat began to appear on her forehead. “Then, did you guys send him to the hospital? Did you give him an antipyretic?”

kind. I stepped closer, leaned down, and brushed the hair off his forehead. He flinched. His skin was burning. “Shit,” I muttered and dropped my bag immediately. I pulled the little thermometer out from the side pocket — yeah, I carry one around, don’t judge me. My mom’s a nurse. It’s like a reflex. The reading came back: 39.1°C. That’s fever territory. Serious fever. Panic started crawling up my spine. I ran to the bathroom, grabbed a towel, soaked it in cold water, and came back to press it gently against his forehead.

He then drew in a sharp breath. “Call the doctor. Cosmo has a fever.” “Don’t go…” In his daze, Cosmo nervously grabbed the person beside him. He had such a severe fever that he could not recognize who was beside him. All he knew was that he was cold and scared. He instinctively did not want the warm presence beside him to leave. “I’m getting an antipyretic paste for you. Your fever is getting out of hand.” Samson sighed. He turned to take the paste.