Dr. Patel turned the tablet toward my parents. “Her blood work shows significant inflammation markers. Her body has been under constant stress from repeated exposure to trigger foods. I’m concerned about long-term damage.”
My mom started crying again, softer this time, like she couldn’t stop.
Kate stared at the tablet and then at me like she was seeing me for the first time.
“We’re going to run comprehensive allergy panels,” Dr. Patel continued. “For now, Olivia must carry two EpiPens at all times. You’ll need strict avoidance of trigger foods and a careful elimination diet. Cross-contamination is a major risk.”
“I’ve basically been doing that already,” I rasped. My throat felt raw, but the words came out anyway. “When I was allowed to.”
My mom’s breath hitched, like she’d been punched.
Dad’s eyes dropped.
Mike didn’t let go of my hand.
Dr. Patel nodded once, like she respected the blunt truth. “Going forward, Olivia will need her family’s full support. This condition requires careful management. One mistake can be catastrophic.”