Chapter 7: Shock WavesSam couldn’t breathe. Because Leo couldn’t breathe. Because Leo had gone pale except for flushed red splotches, and had collapsed back against the sofa, eyes closing, one hand brushing his throat—
“Leo—no, come on, no, stay with me—look at me—I love you, look at me—”
Leo’s next breath was shallower, barely a rise and fall. And the next one didn’t seem to come at all.
“No—stay with me, stay awake—what can I do? What should I—” He fumbled for his phone. Dropped it. Swore. Dove for it. A strawberry squished under his shoe. A half-formed recognition spurted equally red across his thoughts: Leo, fruit, kiwi, allergies—
Leo. Allergies. Christ—
“Look at me. Leo. Please. You can do that, you can stay with me, that’s good, just like that, you’re going to be okay—I swear y
