asked Molly, her panic obvious as the words tripped out. Harry’s small mouth gulped as he desperately tried to suck enough oxygen. Matt had forgotten the definite downside of working with children; there was a primal feeling of horror that was a universal response to seeing a child in distress but at least his medical skills gave him a sense of some power. Neither he nor Brigid needed to exchange so much as a glance before taking action. Brigid’s voice sounded clear and confident as she addressed Harry’s obviously worried parent. “It’s ok, Molly. It’s an allergic reaction to the snake venom. We’ll give him some adrenaline and he’ll be feeling better shortly.” While she was speaking, her hands were quickly and efficiently reaching for the needle and vial of adrenaline that Matt had waiting. As she administered the drug, she continued to talk calmly.
