Allergic Reaction Quotes Novels & Stories

Don't be a party pooper. The others started to back him up. "Come on, Ella, what's the harm in just one bite?" "Don't be a loner, we're all having a good time here." "You're not still hung up on that measly eight hundred bucks, are you? Let it go already." I felt like I was in the hot seat, the odd one out on trial for the crime of not fitting in. I inhaled deeply, ready to make my last stand. "Mr. Johnson, I'm allergic to nuts. I truly can't eat it."

She gave him another of her beautiful smiles. "Calm down, Stephen. It's okay if I have something I am allergic to. Nothing much is going to happen anyway." She replied with a small shrug of her shoulders. He frowned at her after hearing her. "What do you mean by nothing much is going to happen? Didn't you say that your allergies can even kill you?" He asked.

They laughed while pulling apart. "I'll go get cookies." "Chocolate chip?" "Yes. Why?" "Oh, I'm allergic; I'll just have any other snack." Pen acknowledges, then walks away. Quentin trails after her, and they both disappear. "You keep giving me ways to end your life. Who in fuck’s name is allergic to chocolate chip cookies? They are the best kind." Aiden argues, plopping his butt down on the chair and then the signature arm folding. No resemblance to the varmint he twisted to.

"Forget her, Carlo. She'll drop the act the second no one's watching. Come on, let's cut the apple pie." The crowd parted like trained dogs, clearing a path for their grand entrance. They sliced the first piece. The smell of cinnamon and butter—once comfort—now just made my stomach twist. Then Gianna gasped like she'd been shot. Her slice had "accidentally" slipped, jam smearing across her designer dress. "Oh no, it itches. Am I allergic to the jam?" she whined, wide-eyed. Laughter broke out. "Jam can totally cause skin reactions, Capo! You better help her wipe it off!"

This can't be happening to me, no God, no. Except.......... Fuck, there's something in the water and it's triggering allergic reactions in my body. God, I'm going to drown, I'm going to die!!!

My respiratory tract closed up, and I fell down to the ground, spasming before I could finish one sentence. Rochelle spared me no pity. Right after I was dragged back to life, she yelled at me from the ward's doorstep, "Are you a troll? You don't even know you're allergic to flowers? You embarrassed me in front of everyone! If this happens again, just jump off a building!" … And we come back to the present. She tossed the flowers away, her face filled with awkwardness. "Sorry, I didn't notice." I sneered. "That's fine. I was never on your list of priorities anyway."

Justin quickly poured her a glass of water and then helped her to drink it. The doctor and nurses came in just as she finished drinking the water and Justin stepped out so they could conduct their examination. They came out about five minutes later. “She is fine now, Mr Gerano,” the doctor said before Justin could ask. “I would strongly suggest you keep her away from lemons. The last allergy she went through further weakened her immune system against lemons," he told Justin. "If she something like this happens again, then she’ll won’t be able to last long before she die.”

"I'm sorry, I had an allergic reaction to something I ate. Did I scare you?" Byron suppressed his disgust and forced a smile, thinking in relief that it was lucky this was just an allergic reaction. "No, not at all."

"Ask your questions." I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. All the questions that are normally swarming through my head seemed to have disappeared. "How did you know it was an allergic reaction yesterday?” I asked stupidly. Surprise flashed across Luca's face, quickly replaced by a guarded look. "My mother was allergic to shellfish. Nearly killed her once when I was a kid. She had the same drugs you had asked for." "I'm sorry," I said softly. “That must have been scary."

I was suddenly removing my gloves and rolling up my sleeves. First, my down jacket, then my sweater, until my bare arm was exposed. He stood there, frozen and confused. I extended my arm in front of him. "Look, I’m getting red spots on my skin." He glanced at me, puzzled, not understanding what I meant. I spoke calmly, my tone even. "Every time you speak, these red spots appear on my skin. I went to the doctor. He said it’s an allergy, and the best way to manage it is to eliminate the trigger.