SEVENTEEN
“You know that saying about lightning never strikes twice in the same place? Well, I’m the living proof that it’s totally false.” I blinked in surprise at the words, then stood up and cheered. “He did it! And I’m alive! Woohoo!”
“Who did what? Aaaa...aaaa—”
“—choo,” I finished for Dalton. I looked around the walk-in clinic’s small reception area, nodding when it appeared to be exactly the same as I remembered it.
Dalton was the same, as well. His nose was red, his eyes were swollen and weepy, and he was covered in hives.
“Man, you really are suffering, aren’t you?” I said in commiseration with his misery.
“Does it show?” He tried to c***k a smile, but failed.
“Don’t worry, Dalton, the doctor will have you de-hived in no time.”
His eyes, red and running, looked startled. “
