Deathbed... Or Not.
May 13, 2014 21:19:33 GMT -5
Post by Malachai Roen on May 13, 2014 21:19:33 GMT -5
Mmmm..... Fuzzy and warm... Everything was fuzzy and warm and Kai felt like he was floating on a cloud...
In reality, he'd come just about as close to dying from a bee sting as anyone could get, and was currently hooked up to an array of tubes and machines and who knew what all, doped up on some very strong pain medication so he felt numb all over.
He didn't remember much. A small prick of pain - on his hand? - and then everything was sort of fuzzy afterwards. Fuzzy like his head. Mmmm.... But, right. He'd been walking in the garden, like an idiot. What kind of person with a deadly bee allergy walked around in a garden in warm weather without their EpiPen with them? And then what happened...?
Nope, he wasn't feeling up to thinking about it. He'd remember later. It took all of Kai's effort to crack his eyes open and get a look at where he was. The room was very white. And there were beeping sounds, people wandering in and out, checking things, saying things to him which he replied with a weak nod, although he didn't understand most of what they were saying. Well... Looked like he'd probably live, at least. They didn't look too terribly worried.
His hand was all wrapped up in gauze, and, he thought, probably swollen up like a balloon. He'd only been stung once before in his life, when he was young, and the symptoms had been horrific. Kai was glad he couldn't see where the sting was, although he thought he could see hives starting to break out up his arm.
Where was anyone? Shouldn't someone be crying over him, or something? Oh, right... Most of his friends only spent time with him for his money or intelligence in his field or something. Why would he expect anything different? So Kai laid there like a useless lump, staring blankly at the opposite wall, wondering if maybe it would have been better if the bee had stung closer to his heart. It probably would have hurt less.
In reality, he'd come just about as close to dying from a bee sting as anyone could get, and was currently hooked up to an array of tubes and machines and who knew what all, doped up on some very strong pain medication so he felt numb all over.
He didn't remember much. A small prick of pain - on his hand? - and then everything was sort of fuzzy afterwards. Fuzzy like his head. Mmmm.... But, right. He'd been walking in the garden, like an idiot. What kind of person with a deadly bee allergy walked around in a garden in warm weather without their EpiPen with them? And then what happened...?
Nope, he wasn't feeling up to thinking about it. He'd remember later. It took all of Kai's effort to crack his eyes open and get a look at where he was. The room was very white. And there were beeping sounds, people wandering in and out, checking things, saying things to him which he replied with a weak nod, although he didn't understand most of what they were saying. Well... Looked like he'd probably live, at least. They didn't look too terribly worried.
His hand was all wrapped up in gauze, and, he thought, probably swollen up like a balloon. He'd only been stung once before in his life, when he was young, and the symptoms had been horrific. Kai was glad he couldn't see where the sting was, although he thought he could see hives starting to break out up his arm.
Where was anyone? Shouldn't someone be crying over him, or something? Oh, right... Most of his friends only spent time with him for his money or intelligence in his field or something. Why would he expect anything different? So Kai laid there like a useless lump, staring blankly at the opposite wall, wondering if maybe it would have been better if the bee had stung closer to his heart. It probably would have hurt less.