They jumped into Brian's car and drove to Amy's mum's house.
"What's going on?" Sharon asked, answering the door.
"We need you to have a look at Faryn," Brian said. "It looks like she's been stung by a wasp."
They went inside.
"I can see a small wound on your cheek, Faryn. That must be where you were stung. A wasp, you said?"
"Yeah," said Faryn. "I saw a wasp flying around me right before I felt it hurt."
"I think you're right, Brian. She has been stung and has had a reaction."
"What do we need to do about it, Mum?"
"Because she's having a reaction, she's gonna have to have something. Just let me consult my colleagues, alright?"
She left the room to call her colleagues. Faryn looked at her father and her girlfriend, frustrated.
"Why does this always happen to me, Dad?" she asked.
"I don't know, Peanut."
"I don't have any antihistamine to take at the beach house, Dad."
"That's okay. I can get you some. We'll see what Sharon has to say about it, and then we'll go from there. Okay?"
"Okay Dad."
Sharon came back.
"What have I gotta have?" Faryn asked nervously.
"My colleagues think antihistamine will do the trick. Do you have any?"
"Not at the beach house, no."
"I'll get you some, Faryn."
"Thanks Dad."
"I don't think you've got an allergy to stings because your airways are fine, aren't they?"
"Yeah, I can breathe fine."
"So just take some antihistamine and see how it goes. If it still doesn't go down, go to the doctor's and get them to have a look."
"Okay."
"I'd also recommend some sort of bite and sting cream to put on the actual sting."
"Alright."
"Thank you, Sharon."
"Thanks Sharon," said Brian.
"Thanks Mum."
"If it doesn't work, just go to the doctor's."
"Okay," said Faryn.
They left and Brian drove them to the shop.
"Hello, Mr Tate!" said the shopkeeper. "Hello, Miss Tate. Miss Baker."
"Hi," they all said.
"What can I get you?" she asked.
"We need some antihistamine and bite and sting cream," said Brian, gesturing towards Faryn's face. "My daughter's been stung on the face by a wasp."
"Oh dear!" the old lady led them to the middle of the shop, where she picked out a pot of antihistamine and a bottle of bite and sting cream. She handed them to Brian.
"Hopefully this'll work for you, Miss Tate."
They went back to the till.
"That'll be six pounds, please."
Faryn and Brian both took out a hundred pound note and gave it to her.
"Keep the change," they said with a wink.
"You're both very alike," the old lady commented. "Miss Tate is the spitting image of you, Mr Tate."
Faryn and Brian chuckled quietly.
"You're not both paying, surely? One of you's quite enough."
"I'm paying," said Brian.
"I just wanted to give you some money for your trouble," said Faryn.
"You're so sweet, Miss Tate. I can't accept it."
"I insist," said Faryn. "I have plenty of it to spare."
Brian smiled and put his arm around his daughter.
"If you were paying, Peanut, I'd have done the same thing."
"Thank you both," said the shopkeeper. "I hope it works for you, Miss Tate. Have a good day."
"Bye," they all said. They left the shop.
"You're too sweet for your own good, Faz!" said Amy, smiling at her girlfriend.
"Here you go, Peanut!" Brian said. He handed Faryn the bag with the antihistamine and sting cream.
"Thanks Dad," Faryn said, giving her dad a big hug.
"No worries."
He drove them home before heading home himself.