He yel ed and flailed and tried to drive but it was too much. I heaved and heaved, unable to get them all out of me.
My mouth flew open and I heaved up a mass of wriggling wasps that landed on my lap in a sickening heap. I tensed and writhed in my constraints while Ada and Dex watched me with horrified eyes.
Then the sick feeling intensified, like an entire nest of wasps was crawling out of the recesses of my stomach and scurrying up my esophagus, blocking me from precious air. “What’s going on?” Dex asked frantical y, trying to drive straight and see behind him at the same time. The black bal unfurled itself and I could see it wasn’t black at all. Ada and I peered down at it, disgusted but curious. Revolted, I spit with all my might and a black bal shot out and onto the middle seat. It started crawling slowly in my mouth, tiny pinpricks brushing my palate. I felt something makes its way past my tonsils and onto my tongue. “Are you gonna vom?” Ada backed away from me slightly. Final y, Dex brought his eyes up to the mirror and asked, “Perry, are you OK?” I shook my head, my face turning hot as I strained against the convulsions. “What was her name, Mary Poppins?” I coughed louder, harder, unable to get their attention. “Phfff, as if you had a nanny,” Ada said. The duct tape didn’t all ow my lungs to expand I couldn’t get enough air to push. I felt like something terrible was crawling up my throat, as if I’d swal owed something stil alive and it had to get it out. “Visiting my nanny.” “Guys I-” I was interrupted by my own coughing fit.
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