Bleach On A Bee Sting Novels & Stories

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?!”

Jimin stood and watched as a young Calisté ran towards Tae as he was approaching her. “Oh my God, Tae!” she cried as she saw him. “What happened to your face?” Tae rubbed his face and smiled. “Its nothing you should worry yourself about,” Tae smiled. “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.”

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.

I immediately left my body. I raced through Marly continuing to push the venom from her body. Those were no regular bees. They had a paralyzing compound within their venom. I pushed past the poison, reaching her throat. I could see it starting to close. I had no idea how to fix this.

I waited until they were close enough to smell the garlic breath of the bearded one, and then I swung. I smashed the metallic mop stick into his grin. He fell with a loud scream. In that brief second of distraction, I grabbed a bottle of bleach and dumped it into the accomplice's eyes before doing the same to the man on the floor. While both were screaming, I ran out of the cleaning closet, wondering if I had just put myself into a deeper mess.

To my amazement, the stain began to fade away, leaving no trace behind. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was as if the bee had some sort of magical power, capable of removing stains with just a gesture. As I finished cleaning my dress and turned off the tap, the bee landed back on my cheek, a contented hum emanating from its small body. I couldn't help but smile at the little creature, grateful for its unexpected assistance in my moment of need.

I look at him, masking how disgusted I truly feel, and smile a little. I sigh as the door finally shuts and he leaves. Thank God. I need some good soap or handwash, and I hope I don't get rabies. Maybe bleach. Yeah, definitely bleach. Once I am sure he's gone, I change quickly into my gym clothes and open the window.