Queen of Klutz (Sibby Series Book 1) by Samantha Garman

Author:Samantha Garman [Garman, Samantha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tabula Rasa Publishing
Published: 2015-12-21T18:30:00+00:00

“Sibby, Sibby, wake up!” someone called.

“No,” I muttered, my eyelids attempting to flutter open.

“Sibby!”

“Stop shaking me!” I finally opened my eyes and looked into the concerned face of Aidan. “Why are you looking at me that way?”

“You’re having an allergic reaction,” he stated.

“Huh?”

“To the pain pills you took last night. You were scratching your arms in your sleep.”

I looked down at my body. Red bumps covered my arms and legs. “Oh, God. My face! Is it on my face?”

He nodded solemnly. I sprang up from the bed and rushed to the bathroom. I let out a wail when I looked in the mirror. My cheeks were red and splotchy. I started to itch.

“What do I do?” Aidan demanded. “Tell me what to do?”

“You can’t panic. I’m already panicking. Too much panic!” I hobbled out of the bathroom and went to the coffee table. I grabbed my phone, and without thinking, I hit speed dial number two.

My father answered on the first ring. “Hello, my absent daughter,” he said. “Where have you been?”

“Around,” I said.

“That sounded slutty,” Aidan whispered.

I glared at him. “Dad, what do I do if I took Vicodin and I’m now having an allergic reaction?”

“Why did you take Vicodin?” he demanded. “That’s some heavy-duty stuff.”

“I hurt myself,” I evaded.

“Ankle? Wrist?”

“No—my nose. I broke my nose.”

“How did—”

“Swinging door. I’ll fill you in later. Right now, I need to stop the itching and the bumps.”

“Benadryl should do the trick.”

“Really?”

“Really. Let me know if it works—and I want the full story when you’re up for it.”

I sighed. “Okay. Love you, Dad.”

“Love you, too.”

I hung up with my father and went to the bathroom again, opening the cabinet. I found Benadryl, read the label, and popped a few.

“Why did you call your Dad?” Aidan asked from the doorway of the bathroom.

“He’s a doctor.”

“You going to tell him the truth about stuff?”

“Some stuff.”

He sighed, reached out, and stopped my hands from rubbing my arms. “You can’t scratch. You’ll scar.”

“How do I stop?”

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