Allergic Reaction Quotes Novels & Stories

"What is happening to me? I was simply experiencing an allergic reaction.” “Indeed, Mrs. Lana, it has impacted your body and skin,” he remarked, his voice almost a whisper. As soon as he brought it up, I instinctively pulled the bedsheets away from my body. “Oh my goodness!” I gasped, my eyes widening in disbelief. I was astonished that my skin could react so strongly to a simple hotdog allergy. My heart began to race as I looked at the marks on my skin. This is unbelievable! The doctor's expression shifted to one of astonishment as he observed my reaction, his face etched with worry. "Mrs. Lana, please try to remain calm," he urged, attempting to soothe my distress.

Despite my tears, he poured the mixture into my mouth, the chocolate and ashes mingling with my sobs. Finally, seeing my tear-streaked face, Andrew's resolve wavered, and he let go. I retched uncontrollably, my throat burning. My heart ached as if it were being carved up. The pain was so intense that I could not catch my breath. I whispered apologies to my mother, over and over... "Andrew, I hate you!" He scoffed, "Quite the performance… Jessica, consider this a lesson. If you ever again—" However, his lecture was cut short as my face broke out in angry red welts, my cheeks flushed, and my breathing turned ragged. These were clear signs of an allergic reaction.

"Does the burn cone with other reactions apart from this?" Frank asked again. "Spare from the horrendous look if only hurts if I wear covered clothes" I say. "Alright, that's expected. It's an allergy reaction, I'm going to give you some medication and ointment to hasten the recovery but I'll advice you stay away from the cause in the future as it could lead to something more" he said and i nodded. It felt as though I was being scolded for eating what I shouldn't. Will I purposely eat something that will hurt me?

Ken blubbers as she breaks through the water surface and screeches, “What the fuck!” “Tried to warn ya,” I say with a shit-eating grin, fighting the urge to scratch at my sensitive skin. “There's chlorine in it!” she keeps yelling “Why is there chlorine in it!” So I yell back, “Because that's how it gets sterile!” “Why didn't you say so earlier, you know I'm allergic to chemicals.” Her eyes burn with the accusation and the chemical reaction. “So am I Kenny,” I retort, stifling the urge to scratch at my irritated eyes.

Thinking of this, Rhea tightened her grip around the glass before lightly saying, "Really? I heard plants in your house are good for the body." "Maybe," Anastasia said with a slight smile. "But it may not be for everyone. Some people are different. Some people are allergic to pollen, while some sleep just fine. Rhea, you take biology. You should know more about this than I do, right?" "I've heard of it but didn't go into detail." Rhea lowered her gaze and stared at the glass of water, lightly saying, "So, I can't help you with your body. I'm sorry."

The nanny chuckled and closed the door behind them. "Huh? What’s that on your face, Mama?" "Mosquitoes bites?" "There are so many..." Anne touched her face. "These aren't mosquito bites. I had an allergic reaction." "Mama, come here..." Chloe tugged at Anne's clothes. Not certain what her daughter wanted, Anne crouched, and Chloe reached out her chubby hands to touch her on the face. "Do they hurt?" "No." It was the truth because she was not in any pain and did not even feel itchy at all. Despite the lack of side effects, her allergy could easily be lethal.

"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."

I yelled, trying to wrangle myself from the maid's grip. All eyes were fixed on me, anxious and anticipation glinting within them. They were waiting for me to say something, a word that I don't even have. Swallowing hard a lump down my throat, I ran my clammy hands over the edges of my thighs and chuckled. “Lefika, is there a way you could not let me bathe in this water? I have an allergy, I'm prone to catching rashes should I use petals in my water or neem butter on my skin?”

The three of them were still the best of friends. I got up from my seat and welcomed her with a hug and an affectionate peck on the cheek. Her intoxicating perfume sabotaged my olfactory senses as did her expensive shampoo. I had developed an allergy to strong smells over the years. They made me sneeze or cough or do both. "What did I say about strong smells?" I coughed. She cringed, "I am so sorry, must have slipped my mind again." She apologized. I dashed to my desk and took out some allergy pills. I fetched a glass of water from the water dispenser and swallowed a pill. "That feels better." I sighed and then perched on my swivel chair. "So, what's the reason for this untimely visit?"

"What's wrong? You don't look so good." I pointed toward Winona. "Her perfume is too strong." Winona immediately covered her wrist, guilt written all over her face. "I'm so sorry, Tessa. I forgot you're allergic to gardenia. I made a point not to spray any before coming out. It must just be a tiny bit lingering on my clothes." A tiny bit? It felt more like she bathed in it. And sure enough, Jason said, "It's just a little scent. Don't be so sensitive, Tessa. Winona hardly ever comes over."