Bleach On A Bee Sting Novels & Stories

My eyes widened as I saw Achilles, lying on the floor looking in extreme pain, his hand on his chest and coughing aggressively. I ran over to him immediately. My breath quickened. “God–Achilles, what—what…” I looked at a bottle of bleach kept beside him. Gasping, I stood up and ran around to find water. Picking up a one-litre bottle, I rushed back and forcefully put the bottle in his mouth. He opened his mouth and started drinking it. “Oh god, Y-You’re gonna be fine,” I whispered, not knowing what else to say before getting up and calling 911 immediately.

"I’ll make sure you never forget." I grabbed the kitchen shears I’d swiped from the drawer. I hacked at the dark hair, watching the long, silky strands fall into the sink like dead things. Then, I grabbed the box of "Golden Honey" bleach I’d seen hidden in the back of the linen closet—the stuff Mom said we were too young for. I didn't care about being young. I didn't care about being pretty. I mixed the chemicals, the smell burning the back of my throat. I slathered it onto my head, my hands shaking with a fury that felt like fire.

I let out a sharp breath and pushed the bedsheet away. “I really thought it was dye, I promise.” I defended myself, though not with much confidence, feeling quite confused. I truly believe that was bleach. I believed it was simply the natural shade of blue that would make it appear whiter. “Take a look,” she said, pulling out the bleach she had brought and opening it for me to see. It is nearly colorless, much like water. I trembled in disbelief; this was worse than anything I had ever experienced.

So, progress. I moved slowly to the nightstand by the bed and pulled open a drawer, taking out a small container. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I unscrewed the lid and held it out to her. She peered at the thick crème inside curiously. Her little nose twitched, tasting the scent of the balm from the air. "What's in it?" "It's a combination of plant extracts. It will cool the sting and feel good to your skin."

I’m again calm enough to tune into my senses, hearing a set of footsteps walk back to the bed attracts my attention. “I combined 20cc of standard saline with 10cc of lidocaine, steroids and silver nitrate. The combination should make it easier to handle as a flush while giving you the desired effect of stopping the bleeding.” “Thank you.” I whine nervously as I know that’s what she was waiting for.

Lance asked, following me down to the hospital as we spoke. “It’s not something that you will understand if I explain with words,” I said nervously. The image of his drawer flashed in my head again and my smile got brighter. “Try me,” he insisted. “Okay, he poured bleach on his mate’s clothes. Trying to fix his mess and entire problem he went online to look for a solution and he saw where they asked him to use soda. Then he poured soda all over his drawer,” I said it all in one breath. Lance took a second to comprehend but then he said, “What?!”

“I got stung by a bee some days ago. Our healers are working on it already and it would be fine in a matter of days.” “It looks serious,” Calisté frowned. “Let me help you out. I learnt something new yesterday.” Calisté plucked a leaf from a nearby branch and squeezed it in her hand till it started dripping a green liquid. She took a drop, put it close to her mouth and started whispering some words. Tae watched her as she talked to the leaf and after some time, she finished and used the water to touch the part of his face that had the swelling.

So, progress. I moved slowly to the nightstand by the bed and pulled open a drawer, taking out a small container. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I unscrewed the lid and held it out to her. She peered at the thick crème inside curiously. Her little nose twitched, tasting the scent of the balm from the air. "What's in it?" "It's a combination of plant extracts. It will cool the sting and feel good to your skin."

You always had me around for these situations. “Oh, sorry,” he noted with embarrassment, “then it must be this one…” and he showed me another cream. “Can’t you see the name, Fred? This is for bee stings and insect bites, it’s not the one we need. Look for a bottle of disinfectant,” I instructed him. “Uhhhh, I’m trying, Em, but…” looking confused, his hands started shaking a little from nerves.

"Go back to the archives and fix your neck because the smell of those chemicals is giving me a headache." I didn't wait for a second invitation. I scrambled for the door, unlocked it with shaking hands, and practically fell into the hallway. I didn't stop running until I reached the basement bathroom. I splashed cold water on my face, looking at my reflection. The ‘rash’ was itchy and burning, but it had saved me. But as I looked at the red mess, a wave of sadness hit me. Damon had looked so hopeful for a split second—so desperate to find a connection and I had given him a face full of bleach-smelling hives.