Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
"Jennifer," I say, getting to her side, and she looks over at me, and I try not to freak out. Her lips are swollen ten times their size. One of her eyes is sealed shut. The other one is slowly going to close. "Are you okay?" I hold her hand in mine and try not to show her how freaked out I am.
"My throat is scratchy," she says and tries to clear her throat.
"Did you guys give her an EpiPen?" I look over at the technician, who just nods his head.
"We are four minutes out," he says. "And we already gave her one."
"Well, it’s clearly not working," I point out, looking over at Jennifer, who is wearing a white satin pjs set. Her black hair is half curled, and she has makeup on one side.
"Is she allergic to any medications?" he asks, and I have to admit that I have no idea. The phone buzzes in my pocket, and I ignore it.
"Not that I know of," I say and then look back at Jennifer, who shakes her head. I bury away the voice in my head asking me how I didn’t know she was allergic to anything.
The ambulance comes to a stop, the back door opens, and they whisk her out. I keep up with them. They usher her into the room, and the doctor comes in. I stand in the corner out of the way, while they are talking about what they gave her. The doctor orders epinephrine. "She’s going into anaphylactic shock." He injects her right away and then looks over at me. "Why don’t you step out?"
I put my hand on my head, and the nurse comes over to me. "She’s going to be fine," she says to me with a smile. "Why don’t you go get something to drink?" she says. I look over at Jennifer, who lies with her head back, while the doctor checks something else and is telling the other nurse to get him something.
I walk over to Jennifer and put my hand in hers. "I’ll go and get you some water." She groans, and I just look over at the nurse who smiles at me. The phone vibrates again in my back pocket, and I walk out of the room. I close my eyes as soon as I get in the hallway and then put my head back. The phone buzzes again in my back pocket, and I’m one second away from throwing it against the wall.
Taking a deep breath, I head down the hallway and away from her door before I take my phone out of my pocket and find that my phone has five missed FaceTime calls and then texts from everyone.
Mom: Do you want me to come to the hospital?
Shelby: Any news?
Mom: I’m going to keep everyone calm here. Jennifer’s mother is a mess.
Clarabella: Let me know if you are okay.
Bennett: Don’t worry about anything here!!!!
I’m about to answer Bennett when the phone rings again, and I see that it’s my sister Shelby FaceTiming me. I press the connect button. "Why the hell would we say that the waitstaff got into an accident?" She glares at Clarabella, who just shrugs. "The last thing he needs is to hear more bad news."
"Hi," I say, interrupting them, and they both look back at the phone with their eyes wide.
"How is she?" Shelby comes back to me, and I see people walking around behind her, and then I see her moving out of the room.
"The doctor is in with her now," I start to say.
"Listen, don’t worry about anything over here," Shelby assures me. "Everyone is waiting, and if anything, we can do the ceremony during the reception. Which will give the service staff enough time to get here."
I close my eyes and lean back against the wall. "Can one thing go right today?" I ask her, and she just stares at me.
"This is just a hiccup," she says softly, and I see her sit on the couch. "It’s a bump in the road."
"It’s a meteor that crashed into earth," I correct her.
"And the aliens are invading us," Clarabella says, and Shelby just glares at her.
"It’s not that bad. I’ve seen worse." She rolls her eyes.
"Have you really?" I ask, and she doesn’t answer. "Didn’t think so."
I look up and see the doctor coming out of the room. "Doctor is here. Let me call you back. Tell everyone the news."
I disconnect and walk toward him as he stands outside of her door and writes on her chart. "How is she?" I ask when I get close enough, and he looks toward me.
"She is going to make a full recovery," he says. "I strongly suggest that she has an allergy test done as soon as possible." He closes the chart. "She’s good to go in a bit."