Eyes bulging, exploding out of his head. Through a hypoxic blur, Eric stares desperately toward the house, dragging his body through the long grasses.
Gasping for air, his mind screams “Look out the window, Lizzie!”
It was reckless leaving the house without his Epi-pen. He’d come well-prepared on this country getaway, knowing his intolerance of grasses, bees, nature in general.
But after their argument, once Lizzie said she didn’t want the baby, Eric had to get out of there.
No reception in this isolated hamlet. No help coming, all alone and dying.
Lungs bulging, about to implode. Lizzie!
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Shot to the heart!
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