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“Oh, my God, Adrien,” Alya shouted. “What happened?”
He cringed, his head a bit fuzzy from the medication he’d taken. “It’s just an allergic reaction. I’ll be fine soon.”
“Are you sure? You’re covered in welts.” She eyed him, clearly dubious about his condition.
He nodded, gesturing toward her couch.
She took his arm and draped it over her shoulders. With stilted steps, she helped into her apartment, draping him over the desired furniture.
“We should get you to the hospital.”
“I’m fine.” He resisted the urge to scratch at one of the welts near his elbow. “I took something. It just needs a little time to kick in. Do you have some cortisone for these?”
He glanced up to find her watching him, her teeth worrying her bottom lip. He smiled at the habit she’d picked up from her best friend, something that endeared her to him. A moment later, her fiery personality kicked in, something that set him afire as well.
“I’ll get you some, but if you don’t look better in twenty minutes, we’re going to the hospital. Understand?”
“Yes, ma’am.” He shot her a cheeky salute.
Sinking back onto the couch, his smile disappeared. The welts hadn’t gone down since he’d taken his allergy meds, something that usually worked. He’d even upped the dose to ensure they would help. He fought the itching with all he had, but the intensity grew with each passing minute.
“Here,” she said, tossing the tube onto his stomach. “Geez, did you get worse in the few seconds I was gone?”
“No,” he huffed.
Her brow arched at him, her arms crossing over her chest. “Really?”
Sighing, he conceded. “Maybe the hospital wouldn’t be such a bad thing.”
“Good. I’ll get my bag, and I’ll drive you.” She hurried away, her determination quickening her pace.
It took them half an hour to get him loaded into his car and drive through midday traffic to the nearest hospital, a bed waiting for him not longer after they entered the building.
Resting against the hard pillow, he reached for her hand. “Hey, don’t let them call my father. He won’t be happy about this.”
“He should know, Adrien. Your allergy is getting worse.” She paused, visibly swallowing. “Another incident like this and you might not be so lucky.”
“I’ll be more careful. Please, Alya, he can’t know.”
She took his hand. “Fine. He won’t hear it from me or the staff here, but you should tell him.”
Rather than say anything and spark an argument, he tugged at her hand.
She moved to sit on the edge of the gurney. She tapped a nervous tempo on their joined hands, her nails gently scraping at the shrinking welts.
“Thank you, Al,” he whispered, breaking the tense silence between them, “for being here with me.”
“Sunshine, where else would I be when you’re in trouble than by your side?” She shot him a small smile. “I love you, you idiot.”
“I love you, too, foxy lady.”
“Good, but I’m getting you one of those medical alert bracelets.”
He chuckled, nodding. Maybe having one would be a good idea.