Cold sweat

. . . And the dead were at my feet. The cold sweat melted from their limbs, Ne rot, ne reek did they; The look with which they look'd on me, Had never pass'd away.

He clasped his hands together, and involuntarily uttered a subdued exclamation of horror. A mist came before his eyes; the cold sweat stood upon his ashy face.

[T]he great fear grew on me till the cold sweat ran from my brow and my soul was faint within me.

The leader of the hounds broke into cry again, a deep, full-toned, ringing bay, strange, ominous, terribly significant in its power. It caused a cold sweat to ooze out all over Duane's body.

One could argue that the banking crisis is just the cold sweat, not the flu that follows it