Disguised as a hickey

So, i was exiting the building after a long training shift……casually conversing with the lady that trained me.....trained me to hang out......with new people.......on the psych ward I was recently hired at....my first REAL health-related position....yeah!

we left the institution into the glowing night air.....it’s 11:00 p.m. ...do you know where your children are?......we were chit-chating and i was adjusting my coat collar (the red trench I haven’t really been wearing much.....a habit I mean to change).....when out of nowhere, a needle stabs me in the neck.....neither of us saw it coming.....neither of expected such a thing......neither of us could believe what had just happened.....we hung, limp marionettes, in disbelief......

I flailed my arms and threw off my coat in reaction to the assault....i spun around but my assailant was nowhere to be seen.....I grabbed my neck and then exposed it to my colleague for assessment.....she didn’t believe me until a few seconds later.....when a pinprick became visible....and the tissue began to swell

a freakin' bee had hidden in my coat collar all day....waiting patiently locked in a closet, ready to pounce.....that or i just pissed it off when i squished it against my neck....you be the judge

either way.....i have the least enjoyable hickey of all time and i currently dislike bees greatly