บท 2: Chapter 2

Suddenly, someone shoved something into my field of vision, and I sighed with relief. Matt might not have had an EpiPen, but one of the three hundred guests obviously had severe allergies, because I was handed Matt’s relief. I eased him to the ground and, without a care to his rented tuxedo pants, jammed the needle into his thigh.

It took maybe thirty seconds for his breathing to ease. As soon as Matt realized he could get air through his constricted airway, he started breathing heavy and fast. I didn’t need him hyperventilating. I leaned over so I looked directly into his face.

“Matt,” I said gently. But he couldn’t focus on me, his eyes were wild and panicked. I grabbed his face in my hands and forced his attention on my face. “Matthew Carter! You’re going to be fine. Breathe with me, okay? In…Out…In…Out…”