Page 79 of Silver Sanctuary
She cleared her throat again, this time reaching out for the glass of ice water in front of her. For a moment, the sip seemed to do the trick, and she sat back, listening to the chatter around her.
But when her fingers began to tingle and a cold sweat started to drip down her back as sharp pin pricks danced across her lips, Lacy knew something was seriously wrong.
“Nash.” The panic in her voice was clear. She tried to slow her breathing down, the wheezing pull of her throat closing surging the panic forward.
“Lace? What’s wrong?”
“I think…” No. No, no, no. Her heartbeat pounded in her chest. “Sesame.”
“Hey, guys. Everything okay over there?” Stone’s concern filtered across the table. Lacy shook her head.
“Her sesame allergy.” Nash pulled her chair away from the table, turning it so she was facing him. His eyes raced across her face as his hand wrapped around her wrist. For a second she was confused, until the pressure of his finger on her pulse point clued her in. Nash was trying to monitor her heartbeat. “That’s what this is? Lace? You think you’ve had some?”
“Mom?” Embrie’s small voice pulled her from her panic.
“Y-yes.”
It had to have been only the smallest amount, and yet, her whole chest was on fire, the burning consuming her lungs, making her throat ache as it swelled.
“Where’s your medicine? Fuck… you didn’t bring your purse in the restaurant, did you?”
“No…”
“Lacy, you don’t have an auto-injector with you?” Stonewas now standing next to her. She shook her head again, the sound of air fighting to get into her lungs making her stomach lurch. Her head felt so dizzy. Maybe if she just closed her eyes for a second… “Gunner, call for an ambulance.”
“Fuck this. It’s out in the truck,” Nash growled. “Emma, you watch Embrie.”
“No, my mom!” she protested.
“I’ve got her, sweet girl. I promise.”
Before Lacy could try to reassure Embrie, Nash was lifting her out of her seat, running through the restaurant. Her stomach rolled, nausea threatening to bring up what little she’d had to eat.
“W-Where…”
“Your purse is out in the truck. We’ll get you a dose. Just hold on, okay?”
Lacy closed her eyes, fighting for each and every breath. She heard his truck unlock and then she was sitting down. Her eyes slowly opened while he rifled through her purse.
“Nash,” she rasped. “Sick.”
“Here, Lacy.” Stone reached behind Nash and grabbed the small container he had for trash in the truck. Not a second too soon, because her body decided right then it was going to turn itself inside out to get rid of whatever she had ingested.
“Okay. It’s okay, Lacy.”
“Nash, you need to do the injection. Now,” Stone ordered.
“On three, Lace. One… two… three.”
Lacy felt the searing hot pain deep in her thigh as the auto-injector’s needle pierced her. She moaned, gagging through another round of nausea. Her vision was starting to go in and out, static dancing at the edges.
“That’s it. Now, pull it out, and massage where the needle just went in,” Stone guided. Above the receding buzzing in herears, Lacy could hear sirens getting closer. Nash’s fingers pressed against the sore spot and she squeezed her eyes shut.
“Lace? Baby, look at me. Please.” Her eyes opened as soon as she heard the emotion in his voice. Her hand raised up to cup his cheek, and wiped at the tear that was making its way down to his five o’clock shadow.
“I’m okay.” Her voice sounded like she’d been trying to swallow sandpaper for the last fifteen minutes, but her body had already begun to relax. The pins and needles in her arms and legs were starting to recede and she wasn’t feeling as nauseous as before. “Don’t cry.”
“Fuck.Fuck.” He exhaled heavily. “That was fucking scary. Doc? Is she good?”
