Jun 12, 2011 12:55
All he could think was, at least this time Mom couldn't blame this whole thing on Dad.
It was an accident. And sure, he could've beaten himself up over it, convinced himself he never should've gone on the trip in the first place, but he was nowhere near pathetic enough to hide in his room away from things that might hurt him, his whole life. He'd been carrying an Epipen with him since that first awful reaction in kindergarten, when he'd passed out on the playground and most of the other kids had started to cry before the teaching assistant could get back with the first aid kit, and that was really all he could do now. And yeah, he felt like reheated shit, but he was safe in the clinic and feeling better by the minute, so really, the bee sting wasn't even the most horrifying thing to happen to him that weekend.
Leaning back in the clinic bed with a sigh, a little fuzzy from the antihistamines he'd been given, Marshall replayed bits and pieces of the night before over in his head, all culminating with Maxxie saying they needed to talk. A medical emergency seemed like nothing compared to that.