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.

I mean, I don’t have any allergies to dust or whatever… Maybe someone thought about me? That's more impossible… Who would think of me, right? Yeah… probably the dust… or pollens It’s actually no big deal. Everyone can sneeze because of the dust… but this person is just… overreacting.. “Are you okay?”

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.

My mouth twitched and it was difficult to come out from the shock. "No, I didn't." I snapped and got up from the diagnosis table. "Alright… Maybe you had an allergic reaction. I am prescribing you some ointments to apply in case the patches reappear." She dismisses me as If I wasted her time. I did waste her time.

She pulled her eyebrows together. Anthon's hand froze in the air, “Forget what?” he frowned. Sabrina shook her head and acted disappointed, “I’m allergic to flowers..” she mumbled, then lowered her eyes and wiped her unshed tears. “Y-you're allergic?” Anthon repeated, disbelief was evident in his voice. “I. . .i didn't know..” he muttered. “Well, you really know nothing, do you?” Sabrina shook her head, repeating his words earlier when he was trying to make himself look good while being held captive by her boss' men, who by that moment were just hiding somewhere and watching them intently.

well "Miss Walters are you somehow allergic to me?" I felt a sweat on my forehead, I just needed to say the truth.. "Sir.... I think I am.....Your Cologne..." I was cut short by the decoration agency van that came in. Happily I ran inside the house thanking God that I didn't have to explain Myself to him, his Cologne though was what was killing me...I reasoned that Maybe I could be allergic to it...gosh I wondered how he could even breath wearing it on...I felt sorry for his horse who had been enduring him during the ride, for him and most especially me....I bet a spray of that could kill a thousand flies and insects two times faster than insecticides. He was giving me alot of headache, so y

"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!"

"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.