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“Nah,” he said nonchalantly, staring out into the night. “Best guess is you’re having a bad reaction to the antidote.”
“Your best guess?” I asked incredulously. “And you’re not at all concerned?”
“Cap, we’re in the middle of the fucking jungle. The fact that your face is the size of a balloon isn’t a big deal. Your heart didn’t stop, so I took that as a good sign.”
“Hey!” Sinner said as he came into view. “How’s it going, big guy?” He waved frantically at me as he grinned. If I could actually make out which one of him was the real Sinner, I would have attempted to punch him in the face.
I groaned, throwing my arm over my face. We all called someone big guy when things were really shitty. “Is it that bad?”
“Bad? Why would you ask that?”
“Because my face is twice the size it normally is. I’m surprised I can even see anything.”
“Well, you couldn’t before,” he laughed.
“What do you mean?”
“You don’t remember?” he frowned.
“I don’t remember jack shit!”
“Huh. Well, that’s probably a good thing. I doubt you want to remember anyway.”
“Remember what?” I asked hesitantly.
“Well, you know, when you started swelling up, we had to think of something.”
“Okay.”
“And naturally, we didn’t have any treatments for anaphylactic shock.”
I narrowed my eyes at him, not liking where this was going. “What did you do?”
“Technically, I didn’t do it. Okay, I may have come up with the idea, but it was Rocco who applied it.”
I shifted where I laid and looked at Rocco. He grinned and waved at me.
“What did you do?”
He feigned being hurt. At least, that’s what it appeared through my swollen eyelids. “Me? It was Sinner.”
“It was not,” Sinner snapped.
I pinched the bridge of my nose, thoroughly annoyed with this conversation. “Would someone please tell me what happened?”
Lola shoved Sinner out of the way and stood beside me. “You were swelling up and Sinner remembered that sometimes weed can be medicinal.”
“Yeah, but not like that,” Rocco retorted. “Which I told him.”
“Hey! He looked like an Oompa Loompa!” Sinner argued.
“And since nobody had any better ideas, Sinner hopped ashore and grabbed what he thought was a weed plant.”
“It looked just like it,” he grumbled.
“And it turned out to be poisonous.”
“Wait, so I’ve been poisoned twice?” I asked incredulously.