Allergic Reaction Quotes Novels & Stories

he shrugged proudly with his eyes on Gift who got the message he was implying. “Even cats come to me, why won't you?” But she looked the other way at Olivia's next outburst that interrupted his sneeze. “Says the one who called cats bad luck!” “What?” Everyone including the accused exclaimed. “I could never do that because cats are so cute and fluffy and I still really wonder how come I have an allergy to such cute creatures. Please do not accuse me of such things in the future. It's worse than treason!” Zenith said in his most dramatized form that Olivia almost thought that she was misremembering things.

he said, realizing that I wasn't joking about my parents' accident. "It's okay," I reassured him before continuing with my meal, trying to push the thoughts of my parents and their untimely demise to the back of my mind. Mid-conversation, a sudden itch began to irritate my throat, and my temples started to sweat. My hands trembled, and I could sense an allergic reaction building up inside me. Panic washed over me as I realized the cause—just like last time, it was triggered by food with olives.

Emmett's fingertips pinched the cigarette, leaning against the glass door beside him, and sneered coldly, "Talking about you, what are you looking at? Your mouth is so swollen, yet you still eat spicy food like this. Later, someone will be worried again." Lena finally realized, "I was having an allergic reaction." Emmett's fingertips almost crushed the cigarette, and the smoke rings he exhaled all became distorted. He coughed several times, almost choked by the smell of cigarettes, "Allergic reaction?"

“None, the only time I had an allergic reaction was one time my friends bought me a silver necklace for my birthday” “You reacted to a silver necklace?” Tristan asked quickly and looked wide eyed “Yeah, it was cheap anyways” “Oh, okay” The crowd was getting thin and I was getting sleepy eyed, the martini was kicking in. “I should head up to my room now” “Do you want me to walk you” “Nah, I’m fine” “That’s also best for me, because there’s a lot of thing happening in that house that I don’t want to be a witness to”

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Then he wrapped his arms around her legs, pressing his face against her thigh. "It's not an allergy!" his husky voice came low and deep as he took a deep breath. Selina frowned, worried he was just trying not to disappoint her: "It's okay if the medicine failed, I can research it again. But allergies can be serious - they can be fatal." Severe allergic reactions could indeed be deadly. Nestor's fingers tightened slightly as he said helplessly: "I'm not lying - it's not an allergy. Your medicine feels very good."

he beamed and Janette smiled. “I'm sorry, Ethan. I didn't know you were allergic to peanut butter.” Amaya fiddled with her fingers as she apologized. “If you give me another jar, I could still open it for you.” he replied, causing Janette and Mrs. Johnson's eyes to widen in shock. “Hey!” Janette scolded him, and he pressed his lips into a thin line. “Do you have any idea how dangerous peanut butter is to your health? Don't forget that you're allergic. The scent alone isn't good for you.”

that had never truly existed. God, where do I even begin? Like the time he casually mentioned he liked girls with smooth, silky hair. That night, I ordered three bottles of the shampoo he’d once praised. My scalp broke out in hives. I smiled through the pain and said, “It’s fine—some allergic reactions are worth it.”

"That’s weird. You’re the first person I know who doesn’t like sausage." "It’s not that I don’t like it," I replied, rolling my eyes. "I’m allergic to it. It makes me dizzy, gives me rashes, and I get all nauseous. It’s not worth the risk." "Oh! That’s a strong allergy, man," she said, her voice laced with concern, though she laughed along. We both chuckled for a moment, the tension in the room lifting slightly. I glanced over at my mother, still sleeping soundly.

I called him as I saw his eyes closing. “Williams,” Georgia called him as she held his hands. Meanwhile, he started dragging out his collar in a struggle for air. Georgia shifted Dad’s chair backwards and faced him, “Williams! Williams! Breathe.” “It’s an allergic reaction,” Emery said sharply, her voice coming out like a scared little cat. “Mum! Mum, do something!” Austin groaned, his voice deepened with fear. All hell broke loose with everyone panicking for him. One thing about an allergy is that the body treats it like an intruder, setting off all the smoke alarms when someone just lit a match.