That familiar sensation... Oh no, she was having an allergy attack.
Dorothy raised her hand to scratch, but Vincent caught it. "Don't scratch. What's with all these red bumps on your face?"
Twisting uncomfortably, she felt like ants were crawling over her skin. "I think I'm allergic."
"An allergy? Have you had this before?" Vincent held her close, preventing her from scratching.
She rubbed against him, trying to relieve the itch. "I'm allergic to peaches, but I haven't touched any today."
Vincent scooped her up. "There was peach jam in today's cake. Quick, to the hospital."
By the time they returned from the hospital, it was two in the morning.
Vincent listened as she tossed and turned in bed, knowing that the itchiness must be unbearable.
Hearing her scratch, he turned and held he
