35. Kiwi Will Be The Death Of Me
35
KIWI WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME
MALLORY
I jerk awake when I feel a stabbing sensation in my leg. My eyelashes flutter half open, tears clouding my vision. A ringing sensation fills my ear as I lift my head and see Ollie staring down at me.
I’m lying with my head on his lap.
“ You’re going to be fine, Mallie.” His voice is shaking.
Why is his voice shaking?
Why wouldn’t I be fine?
I look around the room and see dad and Henry kneeling on both sides of me, the case for my epi pen on the floor.
“Hold on, baby girl.” Dad squeezes my hand.
It hurts. Something hurts.
The memories of the last few minutes crash into me like a wave.
My bag. My epi pen. The cheesecake.
Kiwi.
I see Mrs Ashby clutching the cross around her neck, waving over the emergency medical technicians that Mr Ashby is leading into the hallway. I sag into Ollie’s lap, staring at our intertwined hands. His other is in my hair, moving it out of my face.
No. He’s pressing something to my forehead.
It stings.
I don’t remember hitting my head.
The emergency medical technicians crouch down next to me, but I can't hear them anymore.
I try to blink my surroundings back to life, but it doesn’t work.
“She collapsed–”
“–hit her head–”
“–allergic to kiwi–”
“–cheesecake–”
Each time I blink, darkness consumes my vision.
I close my eyes, and feel Oliver’s lips press into my hair.