Fever Monologue

and I place the gun at his chest. “What are you doing? Good grief! Let me go!” he struggles, before hollering, “Help!

Cold sweat dripped down the back of my neck as I sat upright in bed. I’d had a... What was it called? Someone had told me it was a nightmare... but who would tell me that? Certainly not the men in the other room. They only talked if they were telling me to do something.

“Somehow, I don’t think that’s it.” Dante, suddenly aware of the way his body enclosed the limited space, moved aside and maneuvered his way next to them. “You look sick.”

Like clockwork, Liam is rushing into his room. “Are you okay? I heard you scream - do we need to go to the hospital?” Liam crouches down feeling for a fever.

Where am I? I open my eyes to slits and see blurry figures in front of me, chattering away. I can't quite make out who these people are because I can barely open my eyes fully without feeling like I'll drift back into sleep. After a minute or two, my eyes and ears begin to adjust, and I found myself lying on the grass.

It’s been going on for weeks, already over 400 kids have been infected. The floors and wall are a mess, the janitors can barely keep up with them. It’s spitballs galore. There has never been an outbreak like this at Campbell. We’ve only ever heard of these happening.

Today, my kismet, had other plans. A knock on the door resounded, followed by a heaving breath, the twisting of the doorknob, and a bang as the door shut. My eyes widened when instead of a nurse, an unfamiliar face burst into my room and my reality. Two tantalizing grey eyes peered into my own, a wild mix of fury and contention battling to surface. The latter claimed the victory. Opening a green folder, the boy steered his gaze on a stack of papers. He flipped through them until an aqua colored paper stood out to him, and ripped it from the folder. His eyes scanned the paper until he read something that turned his nonchalant expression,

Suddenly I gain consciousness. Unable to open my eyes, I feel a cluster of dried sticks poking my back as if I was lying on a bed covered by pins. A constant ringing noise almost blankets the sound of the leaves dancing with the wind around me. With a gentle sigh I allow myself to build enough energy for me to open an eye. My eye began to follow a path towards the only light source it sees, the fire from a wooden torch gripped with my left hand. I open my other eye and began to force my lean body to a kneeling position. The smell of decomposing leaves irritates my nose as I gaze at the identical oak trees surrounding me like a wall of armoured gladiators. Using my wrinkled hands and injured legs I crawl towards

Ah Jane! Sorry to hear you had this virus too. It's very strong,normally I didn't get sick easily... Hope you are both doing better now. Thank you, for your advice, I'll take lemon. I do not have gigner but I'm using Chia seed- it's great. I have to buy ginger, never thought of it before. Thank you. I'm looking forward to meeting you tomorrow. Wish you have a good day!

Thanks there Mary, we’ll just see what happens! Hope today is a nifty one, I went to Rice’s this morning and it was a bit chilly, no bike riding today. Also I thought Chrissy was coming back today, it’s not till next Tuesday. What a tragedy to have to be in Hawaii for over 2 weeks lol. Off for more fun talk to you later

At night, dogs prowled the streets, their heavy paws slamming against the cold, hard concrete. Their masters holding them from behind, restraining them from running away wild, rampaging along the quiet city. The civilians called them the Guards, always roaming the streets, keeping us “safe”. The city itself was dark, bleak and dying. The smell of pollution wafted throughout the buildings and roads.

We went back to FOB McHenry after the Medevac arrived. We never caught up with the rest of the elements, so we were never even a part of the main effort. My vehicle had to be towed to the FOB, so we received a ride from another platoon. Once we got back there my Senior Scout took me to go look at my vehicle in the maintenance bay. There was a hole exactly where the TC seat was. The pieces started to come together. I couldn’t push through the kill zone because the battery box is under the TC seat, so with the battery gone, we weren’t going anywhere. We had never been blown up on a dirt road, it has always been on a main route, and it usually came from the side of the road, never underneath. This was a game changer for us.

“Christina,” a faint voice say, “Christina!” My eyes flutter slowly open. “Please don’t die on me!” I feel cold clammy hands on my neck.

Hello Jenny, I think you have a well-documented post. I like the fact that you mention to Sally that fever is the normal response of the body to fight infection. Some people may not be aware of this, so that is important information to provide. You did a good job on informing Sally of the temperature range to look for that can cause serious harm to Johnny. I agree with you I would not recommend Sally to give her daughter aspirin. I do understand Sally is concerned about her daughter probably being infected with chickenpox because it is a highly contagious virus, but she needs to wait before administering any medication to see if her daughter is infected.

Getting off the plane I can already feel the dry, humid heaves of the environment pressing against my body. My colleagues and I have traveled to West Africa, Liberia to conduct field studies in a nearby hot zone for an Ebola outbreak. We will stay in a nearby town named Monrovia, Liberia just off the coast of the Atlantic Ocean. It is a small, crowded and noisy town. Much like a majority of the country it is of very low human living standards.