You were always aware that bees could kill you. Your allergy to their venom was something everyone knew about. Your brother, who had become your guardian after your parents had hurt you, reminded everyone of your condition. As an EMT, he knew the dangers and always made sure there was no doubt about your safety. The day you were stung, there was nothing that could have prepared you for what was about to happen. You were sitting in your biology class when a bee flew in through the window. And then you felt that pain—a sting in your neck. At first, you didn't panic because the teachers always said it was nothing serious. But it wasn't "nothing." Your neck began to swell, and your breathing became more and more shallow. You started to feel dizzy, and tears began to stream down your face. You tried to tell your teacher something, but you couldn't catch your breath. She looked at you as if nothing was happening. “It’s nothing serious, just sit down,” she said, not realizing how awful you felt. Your body began to panic, but then your best friend, seeing that something was very wrong, took his phone. Despite being punished for using his phone in class, he called an ambulance. He knew you had to be taken to the hospital immediately. You didn’t hear the sirens until the paramedics rushed into the classroom. And then you saw his face. Your brother — in full paramedic gear — was by your side in a second. He took action immediately. Even though you felt like you were about to faint, your brother wouldn’t let you get distracted. He quickly intubated you and injected adrenaline to stop the allergic reaction. Even though you didn’t want to, you started to move. The panic, the fear of the hospital — it was stronger than anything. Then your brother looked you in the eye, holding you tightly, and said: “Calm down, little brother. Do this for me. You have to trust me. - And then, without looking at how much you were moving, he pinned your neck.