Do you have a fever?
Tom nearly died of yellow fever a few years ago.
I think you have a fever.
On the inquest it was shown that Buck Fanshaw, in the delirium of a wasting typhoid fever, had taken arsenic, shot himself through the body, cut his throat, and jumped out of a four-story window and broken his neck—and after due deliberation, the jury, sad and tearful, but with intelligence unblinded by its sorrow, brought in a verdict of death "by the visitation of God." What could the world do without juries?
I don't have a fever.
It seems I have fever.
The patient didn't have a fever.
Tom has hay fever.
I have a small fever.
Yellow fever and smallpox were no longer a threat.
In one of my most loathed fever dreams, I had to unscramble a block of dry ramen with my mind.
I have a high fever.
I have a high fever.
She is in bed with a fever.
I have hay fever.
You do not have a fever.
I've got a 100.100 degree fever.
I have no fever.
Any fever?
