Allergic Reaction Quotes Novels & Stories

she answered politely, offering measured responses while engaging in the conversation. Then, without warning, Alessandro began coughing violently. His face turned red as his throat began constricting, and his eyes swelled rapidly. “He is having an allergic reaction!” Abella exclaimed, alarmed. “Were there pistachios in the food?” Madam Scuderi demanded. “In the birthday cake,” a woman admitted, her voice filled with panic. “You!” The old woman’s fury was palpable. “He is allergic to them!” And at that moment, it struck Abella.

Audrey's beauty radiates even brighter as her beautiful eyes reveal an aura of intelligence and courage that is extraordinarily impressive. "Just for the example, my fellow doctors," continued Audrey. "If you are allergic to dust, but you have to work to help victims of a volcanic eruption, the location of which is definitely filled with volcanic dust, then you take allergy medication that makes you sleepy, how many lives can you save in a situation like that? None! Because you were sleepy by the anti allergic medicine. The old version one." The murmurs of the conference participants sounded like the buzzing of bees around a hive.

Shada found no answer when Max's blue eyes shifted to Shada's light brown eyes, searching for reassurance there. "I believe you." Max cut in, then turned back to his document. Now his hands were nimbly signing the papers. "Wh-what?" Shada glared in disbelief at what she had just heard. It's that simple? "Certain mosquitoes sometimes cause allergic reactions in people who don't have allergies." Max said briefly followed by Shada's nod. Shada breathed a sigh of relief. But she was also getting upset with what happened last night. She had to forget it immediately, especially in front of her fiancé now. She then placed herself in front of Max.

Mason answered. "But there are no physical symptoms to show that she suffered an allergic reaction." the doctor said. "There aren't really any physical symptoms for her own type of allergy." Mason answered. "I don't understand." the doctor said. Azra and I looked at Mason too; we were both as confused as the doctor was. "The thing is- Azra is a germophobe, she's allergic to germs, and fainting is her own reaction to her allergy." Mason replied. "Oh God!" the doctor exclaimed nearly rolling her eyes to the back of her head.

Betty Dawson immediately shouted, “Nonsense! This crappy beauty salon is to be blamed for my swellings!” Once again, Ted Summers slapped her across the face. “Shut your mouth! If Mr. Rockefeller said it is an allergic reaction, then an allergic reaction it is! If you talk any more nonsense, I will hit you until you lose your teeth!”

“When will this finally go, Amanda? Are you sure you're feeding me the right medicine?” “Mr. Harrison, the Doctor said your allergic reaction was caused by the mix of salty water with the Island's sand. It might take some time before these spots go away.” And if Heidi saw him with the spots, it might frighten her. How shocking that he was ashamed of facing her in this condition. Lucas had never ever been self-conscious. The last time he got the allergic reaction and Heidi took care of him, he'd never felt the need to distance himself from her.

“I think I’m having an allergic reaction. Is there a mask somewhere? I… I’d like to borrow one.” “Allergic reaction?!” Grandpa Bryan grew concerned. “Let me see. Take your hands away—let’s see how bad it is!” “No… no need!” Serena gave an awkward smile. “Since I’m sitting in front of your very handsome grandson, I’d rather not embarrass myself.” “Hmph.” Christan let out a cold snort and muttered, “So you do know you’re being embarrassing. Allergic reaction? Sounds more like blushing to me.” “What are you saying!” Grandpa Bryan glared at him angrily.

"And weakness can be transformed into strength through training." Though my skin tore and healed repeatedly, the biological reaction never truly vanished. A tremor suddenly ran through me, and my throat began tightening. My skin started itching violently. One red welt after another spread across my body. Bailey frowned. "Her face looks really red." Mom leaned closer. The moment she saw me clearly, her expression changed completely. "That’s not blushing. She’s having an allergic reaction. Lola, stop eating! You know you’re allergic to peanuts!" My fork paused midair as I slowly looked up at her. My voice remained calm and flat, without the slightest emotional fluctuation. "Is that a command?"

His face had gone pale, jaw tight, eyes burning. “You know I’m allergic,” he said. “You know that.” She hesitated. “You’re allergic to pollen. Not flowers in a box.” “No,” he snapped. “Lilies. I’m allergic to lilies.” She looked back at the box, then at him. “You’re overreacting.” That did it. “I am not overreacting,” he barked. “I can’t breathe around those things. My throat closes up. I told you that.” “When?” she shot back. “When did you ever say lilies specifically?”

“Are you certain?” “Yes, we are,” Dr. Nolan insisted. “Frank is very allergic to a certain substance present in the food he took. He reacted to it in such an ugly manner. It looked like blood poisoning, in any case, but this was an allergic reaction to nut, not due to poisoning.”