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his skin there." She pointed to Mike's upper arm. Hannah unsheathed a needle attached to a vial of liquid, then plunged the point into Mike where Abby had wiped. She soon extracted the needle. "There's another dose if we need it. While I put on the tourniquet, find some pills in the kit and get them down him. There's still juice in his glass." |
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Mike, his eyes glazed and half closed, was conscious enough to obediently open his mouth. Abby placed the pills on his tongue and lifted the juice to his lips. He swallowed. |
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"Do you see the stinger?" Hannah asked. |
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Abby did, a barb in the center of the swelling. |
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"I'll be right back with tweezers. Then we'll get him to the emergency room." |
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Abby bit her lip, frightened at being left alone with Mike. What if he stopped breathing? |
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But Hannah soon reappeared. She bent over Mike's arm, then straightened with an exclamation of triumph, the tweezers holding a tiny, pointed stinger. "Wouldn't think something this small would cause so much trouble, would you?" |
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The women helped Mike to stand. His breathing sounded less raspy, and his color seemed better. He was improving! |
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They got him into the Bronco. "Want to drive?" Hannah asked. |
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Abby shook her head. "I don't know how," she admitted in a small voice. What if that failing caused Mike's death? |
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Slipping behind the steering wheel, Hannah handed Abby the precious orange box. "Keep a |
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