Allergic Reaction Quotes Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Who told you to give him juice? He can’t eat or drink anything right now, only water! And didn’t you know he’s allergic to berries?” Isla felt wronged. “How was I supposed to know? You didn’t tell me!” The doctor was livid. He took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the urge to curse. “You should call another family member. This repeated allergic reaction has caused irreversible damage. He may need to take medication for the rest of his life.” Isla felt a little guilty. Now, she was even less willing to notify Sam. “It’s fine. If he needs medicine, he’ll take medicine. My family has money. We can afford it for a lifetime.”

I sahd calmly, shoving my hands into my pocket "The doctor said it was an allergic reaction to something you ate." She stared at me and slowly, the panic started fiving way to confusion. "Allergic reaction?" "Yeah. What did you eat?" “Chocolate mousse.” I felt a sudden burst of anger. “Why eat something you're allergic to? Are you stupid?” She looked down at her hands, her fingers twisting in the silk sheets. "I didn't... I didn't know I was allergic to anything." "You should know what you can and can't eat. It's basic survival."

When the door finally opened, a female doctor stepped out, pulling off her mask with a slow, tired sigh. Her eyes looked soft… but heavy. Like she had seen something that broke her heart. Tessa rushed toward her, grabbing her hand. “Please—how is she? What happened?” Her voice cracked with desperation. The doctor hesitated. Not because she didn’t know what to say — but because she knew the answer would hurt. “She had an allergic reaction,” the doctor said gently. “A very severe one.” Tessa blinked, confused. “Allergic? But… but she only ate the snacks I made. Just flour and sugar and—”

I’m sick of that damn whale. ' I will learn every word by Saturday.' I swallow hard. Julian never promises lightly. And the thought of him humming Baby Beluga makes something tremor-soft inside me. ' He’s allergic to kiwi . Swells up like a balloon. Scariest night of my life .' ' Never buying kiwi. Ever.' My fingers slow, lingering on each key. ' He still thinks Band-Aids fix everything. Kisses too.' ' I have a lot of kisses saved up.'

At this point I genuinely could not tell whether Mother’s question had been unreasonable. Because what the hell was wrong with this girl? Who reacts to nearly dying from an allergic reaction by looking apologetic? Her fingers twisted nervously together beneath my stare. “Am… am I in trouble?” Jesus Christ. I rubbed once at my temple before looking toward the doctor. “Is she allergic to anything else?” The doctor adjusted his glasses and glanced down at the chart, but before he could answer, the girl spoke quietly from the bed. “Uhm… shellfish. Peanuts sometimes. Strawberries make my throat itch a little and…” She hesitated. “Lavender soap too.”

It didn't make sense. "You don't remember?"I asked quietly. He frowned. "What?" I pointed directly at the strawberries in his hand. "These." He looked down, then back at me, his expression remained blank, he slowly shook his head. "No." I stared at him, searching his face for even the smallest sign that he was joking. "I'm allergic to strawberries." I wanted to say but I held it in, no realization, nothing, he was just confused, I couldn't make any sense of it, Quinn could forget anything but never would he forget my allergies.

My allergies reacted almost immediately, the skin around my nose turning hot and itchy while my throat tightened uncomfortably. “Can you not smoke right now?” I rubbed at my nose miserably. “You know I hate it.” Fabio exhaled another cloud deliberately. “You look ugly when your allergies flare up.” The insult hit so unexpectedly that I just stared at him. Then irritation crawled up my chest. “Well, I’m not getting piercings.” He shrugged once like it didn’t matter. So I made the mistake of pushing further. “And you smell disgusting smoking like a damn chimney.” The atmosphere changed instantly.

"Just do as Mariah says." The consultant looked at me, unsure. Only then did he remember to ask, "Do you like it?" "No need." All three of them froze. I looked at Ashton and said calmly, "I'm allergic to that kind of alloy. Don't you remember? Two years ago, on my birthday, you gave me something similar. I wore it for three days, and my neck broke out in a rash. You were the one who noticed and took me to the hospital." I turned my gaze to Mariah. Her face went pale.