It was a late night for Paul at the Ocean Institute, catching up on the work he had missed because he was...unfashionably late last week. But he couldn't help it! There was morning sex to attend to, hours of it, and dream interpretation after that. Not that he and Cassie had gotten very far, but the point remained.
So after burning the midnight oil, Paul stopped to get her a lovely arrangement of flowers, planning to drop them off as a surprise. But that idea was abandoned when he heard shrieking and screeching coming from the first floor hallway - close to Cassie's apartment, in fact.
"What the...?" He rushed ahead, his stomach doing flip flops the second he saw the blubbering mess of girl. The flowers were dropped and quickly he knelt beside her, almost stung in the face with a few bee stragglers. They were stamped out and sufficiently squashed, even though his confusion was beginning to reach astronomical proportions. What the hell had she done, stuck her head in a beehive?
"It's okay, it's alright," he said, trying to shush her as he looked for any leftover stingers. "Shit, this is crazy...which apartment are you?" No more bees looked to be buzzing around, so he concentrated on just getting rid of the stingers, brushing one from her shoulder. He tried to remember what the protocol was for a hospital visit. This definitely looked like more than 10-20 stings.