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No Purple In Camp: Chapter 1 - The Sting (Continued)

“Spencer!” yelled Nate, as he ran over to his brother. He looked down at Spencer sprawled on the ground, and quickly knelt down next to him. “Spencer! Are you okay?! Answer me!” he pleaded to his twin. All he got in response was a slow and labored breathing. Nate slung his arms under his brother and heaved him onto his shoulder. He grunted under the effort, but he started to make his way back to the family’s RV.“Mom! Dad! Come quick! Spencer’s been stung!” yelled Nathan as he carried Spencer. Their parents came running out of the RV. “How did this happen?!” demanded their father. “I-I don’t know! Were just playing frisbee, and he didn’t put on his bee repellant, because I thought it was clear, and and then-”sobbed Nathan. His father quickly grabbed Spencer from Nate shoulder, and laid him flat down on the ground. “The swelling is spreading from the back of his neck, so that is the most probable point of entry for the stinger,” said Nate’s father, as he turned the unmoving Spencer over onto his back.

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