Fates, Furies and Freckles(Watty Awards 2013)

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                                                              {Present Day}

                                                               Point of View:

                                       {{Dani (The normal human freckled teenage girl)}}

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 I managed to leave my phone in the car before we went inside, so it didn't get fried and then drowned inside Hades. I plug it in as we go down the interstate and text my dad. I tell him I'll be home late, and that I am fine. If I don't he'll worry. He might not be home very often, but he is still my dad. I then text Amanda that I'm going to the ER but not to tell my dad anything. I get an almost instant response wanting to know what on earth is going on. I text her back once more telling her I'll call later and explain everything before setting my phone back down.

Boy, that'll be a lenthy phone call.

My favorite song comes on the radio just as we pull into the hospital parking lot. Aaron curses as he tries to find a parking space, but I just turn up the radio louder, intent on being able to actually hear it.

He drives down another row and I say over the music, "Bet we listen to the whole song before we even find a parking space!"

He glares at me and pulls into another row, "We're only here because of you, so you need to calm down."

I turn it up louder, and roll my eyes, "Who walked into that stupid room in the first place?"

"Touché," is all he says as we continue driving and the sounds of Follow My Feet by The Unlikely Candidates bounces off the walls of the car.

We pull into a parking space just as the final notes of the song sound, and I grin in triumph as I open my door and get out. I see Aaron's skeptical glance as I slam the door shut and wince in response.

Aaron swings the car keys around on his pinky finger, "Well, since you won that round, you lost the next."

I raise an eyebrow, "Oh yeah? What is that?"

He gestures towards the hospital building-quite a bit away, "Since it took so long to find a parking space, we have to walk allllll the way over there. Still glad you won?"

I grin at him, "Yep."

He furrows his eyebrows, "Wha-"

I walk over to him and wrap my arms around his neck. "Cause you'll carry me." I wink and he rolls his eyes. 

"You are so annoying," he groans, but he picks me up and carries me anyways.

Aaron sprints as fast as he can with me in his arms into the ER, and as soon as he enters the doorway he yells, "Help! I need some help over here!" I roll my eyes at his dramatics, but then all of a sudden the severity of the pain finally hits me and I'm glad he yelled.

Everything hurts.

Adrenaline is what got me this far, I guess. But now that's gone, and all that's left is my broken aching body. My foot isn't that bad, I think the bullet just grazed it. And the welts are starting to go down. I haven't gone into anaphylactic shock yet. I'm hoping that the bee solution was so diluted by other substances that I won't go into it at all. The only thing that is making me want to tear off all my skin is the burns covering my arms and halfway up my legs.