Mom, not wasting any time, quickly dialed 9-1-1. At the emergency center, dad was doing a routine inspection when the call came through and he saw his home address on the computer as the emergency operator on the second ring.
"9-1-1, what is your emergency?" she asked.
"I need an ambulance at my address immediately!" said mom, frantically. "My son is having some sort of allergic reaction, his body is swelling horribly!"
Dad's face turned pale, seeing the address where the call was being made, then quickly put on a headset and keyed into the conversation as the operator replied.
"Please remain calm, ma'am." she said. "Is your son taking any insulin?"
"No, this has never happened before!" replied mom, now crying. "For the love of God, just send an ambulance NOW!"
"An ambulance is on the way, ma'am." assured the operator. "What is the boy's name?"
"He's my son, Garth Jones." replied dad. "My wife would not freak out like that unless it was a real emergency." he then took over the conversation. "Heather, it's Ted. Is Garth in any severe pain?"
"No, I.. I don't think so." mom answered. "I think he's just..." there was a pause followed by the sound of my screams. "Oh, God! Garth hang on!!" after that, the line went dead.
"Heather!?" yelled dad to the dial tone. "Heather!!"
He ripped the headset off of his head and ran out of the building to his squad car. His face was stained with his tears as floored the accelerator, his lights and sirens blaring. "Don't you die on me son!" he yelled, pulling out into the street. "Don't you dare die on me!"
Inside my house, I continued to scream in a panic as my body suddenly grew more, the floor cracking underneath me as I now looked more like a professional body builder from the Olympics. "Mom! Help me!" I yelled, panicking. "I feel like I'm going to explode!"
"That floor is going to give out any minute!" gasped Grace, backing out of the bathroom. "Garth, slowly walk towards me, get out of there before the floor breaks!"
"I... I can't move!" I yelled, crying. "Help me!!"
Just then, the floor gave way and I fell into the basement with Grace screaming my name. I hit the basement floor hard and let out a scream of my own as my body felt like it was literally on fire. Soon after, I heard the sound of sirens as the ambulance arrived, just after my dad had reached home. The last thing I heard before I lost consciousness was my dad calling out to me. "Hang on, Garth! We're here, we're here!"
Hours later, I woke up to find that...
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