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No Purple In Camp: Chapter 1 - The Sting (Continued - Pt 2)

Nathan sat silently amidst the chaos. No. No, this was not supposed to happen. They…they were just going out to play frisbee! How was Nate supposed to know that the one time that Spencer didn’t put on his spray, that he would get stung?! Only one time! “Helen! Call 911!” his father yelled, “He’s fading fast!” Nathan’s mother frantically pulled out her phone, shaking, dialed 911, and hit send. “Hello? Hello?! Oh! Please, help! My… my son is deathly allergic to bee stings, and…and he was just stung! Please, please help! Yes, yes. We are in campsite #22, up Neutown Canyon! Oh, please hurry!” She hung up, dropped her cell into her pocket, and cradled her son’s head in her arms. “Oh, it’s okay! It’s okay, my baby. The ambulance is on its way. You’ll be fine, it’ll be okay…” Her voice faded to a whisper as she cried into Spencer’s hair. She seemed to be trying to reassure herself more than anyone else. They sat in the field until the ambulance arrived. The only audible noise was Helen’s heaving sobs.

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