The Fever Code Novels & Stories

In the quiet dawn of a new day, the sun's gentle rays filter through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room where 3-year-old Theo sleeps peacefully. Nanny Hazel stirs from her slumber, her senses attuned to the subtle shifts in the morning air. As she approaches Theo's bedside, a wave of concern washes over her as she notices the warmth radiating from his small body. With a tender touch, Hazel places her hand on Theo's forehead, her heart sinking as she confirms the presence of a fever. In that moment, her instincts as a caregiver kick in, propelling her into action to address Theo's sudden illness with care and urgency.

***Meanwhile*** 3rd person POV*** Unknown Number [14:32]: Code Orange! “Shit!” Teagan said to herself after checking her phone. “This was hours ago!” Teagan [22:48]: Who? Unknown Number [22:54]: Pain and Panic Teagan [22:56]: 10/4 Teagan started laughing out loud at the thought. Anybody passing by would think she was manically crazy! She decided to go check on her sister first and if she was well and nothing out of place, then she would wait until morning to talk to her.

She said to Sam, “98.4 degrees Fahrenheit. The fever is gone.” Sonny had just sweated all over. She guessed his fever had gone away.

I looked toward the pup, to see him just lying there weakly. “What are the symptoms he has been feeling?” I asked as they both started talking simultaneously. “He suffering from high body temperature, chills, headache, muscle aches, fatigue, and sweating.” I smiled at this, how could they not know it's fever? “He is going to be alright,” they stared at me like I had just said something so weird. “Lady Ivy, we are only here because Sir, Maverick had made us… if you are..” I stopped them holding the mother's hands.

''103 degrees, this is not good. ''Obviously,'' Matthias hoarse. ''Matthias,'' I snapped. ''What?'' ''Be nice.'' ''I am,'' he coughed. ''You're not.'' ''Why do you care?'' ''Jesus, Matthias I'm not arguing with you,'' I rolled my eyes. ''Sorry, I didn't mean to intrigue if it's---'' ''No, doctor. You're fine, is there anything that can cool down his fever?'' ''Well, it's the common remedies. Staying hydrated, taking the ibuprofen, cool baths, etc. He needs some days off at work--''

“I’m Dr. Morales. Max said you’ve had a fever, nausea, and dizziness?” I managed a nod. “And a headache. I’ve been throwing up.” Max stood beside her, arms folded tightly across his chest, watching like a hawk. Dr. Morales pulled out a small thermometer and gently pressed it to my temple. “102.8,” she muttered. “No wonder you feel awful.” “She’s freezing,” Max added quickly. “But sweating like hell.” “That’s the fever,” she said calmly, already unpacking some supplies from her bag. “I’m going to give you something to help bring the temperature down, and we’ll need to get fluids into you. Has she eaten?”

Lexie shifted restlessly in her seat. She repeatedly turned to Rafe and checked Rafe's worrying condition. Rafe sweated profusely on his forehead. He was closing his eyes, but his mouth was hissing softly in pain. The red hue on Rafe's lips slowly faded to a frighteningly pale white. Lexie tried to put the back of her hand on Rafe's forehead, his body was hot. Rafe catches a fever because his wounds may start to get infected.

It was a high fever of 39 degrees Celsius. Alex sat on the sofa opposite, his eyelids drooping, probably due to his feeling unwell. He seemed to have lost his usual aggressiveness, appearing very obedient. Candice reminded him, "You have a fever. You should go to the hospital." Alex's dark pupils reflected her figure. This time, he did not make any excuses to stay but got up, took his coat, and hoarsely said, "I know, a fever is contagious. Little Berry has no resistance. I'll leave first."

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.

And right now, I feel like I’m dying. She crosses the kitchen, stopping in front of me and putting her hand on my cheek. “Jesus, you’re burning up.” She grabs the thermometer. “One-oh-three point four. That’s really high, and you’ve had a fever for over twenty-four hours. Maybe you should go into the ER or something. You could be dehydrated.” “I don’t need to go to the ER.”