My sister a dentist my brother a doctor

At Taylor's office

AMELIA'S POV

I walked slowly over to Taylor's office, which was conveniently located in the same plaza. I could feel the anxiety bubbling up again in my chest as I made my way inside. The moment I stepped through the door, the familiar scent of fluoride hit me, almost like a punch in the stomach. It was the same smell that always made my stomach turn whenever I went to the dentist, and today was no different. I hesitated for a moment, standing in the doorway as the sharp scent seemed to cling to the air around me. I walked over to Karlie's desk, trying to push the nervousness aside. She looked up from her computer and offered me a soft smile.

"Hey, Amelia, how's it going?" she asked warmly, though I could tell she noticed my hesitation.

"Not bad," I replied, my voice quiet, unsure if I even wanted to know what was going to happen next. "Do you know why Taylor wanted me here?"

Karlie's smile faltered a little, and she shook her head sympathetically.

"Oh, no, I'm sorry, hun, I don't," she said gently. "But she's back in her office right now. If you want, you can go ask her."

I forced a small smile and nodded.

"Oh, okay, thanks, Karlie." I turned around and walked toward the back of the office, my heart pounding a little harder with each step.

I wasn't sure what to expect, but I had a feeling it wasn't going to be something I'd enjoy. Taylor's office was tucked away in the far corner of the building, which always made it feel like a more private space. I knocked lightly on the door, then pushed it open, taking a deep breath before entering.

"Hey, sis," Taylor greeted me as I stepped inside. "How'd that blood draw go?"

"It was fine," I answered quickly, trying to hide the residual nerves I was feeling from the test.

I didn't want to dwell on it, even though I still felt a little off after the whole experience.

"That's good," she said, nodding.

She was already seated at her desk, pulling something up on her computer screen. "Why don't you come take a seat, and we'll have a small chat while I finish up here?"

I hesitated for just a moment before walking over to the chair in front of her desk. I lowered myself into it slowly, feeling my anxiety creeping up again as I looked at her, unsure of what was coming next. I didn't want to seem like I was being dramatic, but I couldn't help it—being in a dentist's office always made me feel like I was on edge. It wasn't so much that I was scared of my siblings or even Taylor, but it was the environment itself. The sterile smell, the white walls, the bright overhead lights—it was all just too much sometimes. Taylor didn't miss the nervousness in my eyes. She looked at me with understanding, but she didn't let up.

"Alright, so while you're here today, we're going to take some x-rays," she said, looking back at the computer screen for a moment before returning her gaze to me. "It's also about time for a cleaning, so we may as well do that while we've got you here."

I felt a lump form in my throat. I had a strong feeling she knew how I felt about being at the dentist, but that didn't make it any easier.

"Taylor, is it really necessary?" I asked, my voice a little shaky despite my efforts to keep it steady.

She sighed, giving me a sympathetic look, her face softening.

"I'm sorry, hun, but yeah, it's necessary. You know I won't hurt you though. We'll take it slow, and it'll be over before you know it," she said gently, as if she was trying to reassure me.

I swallowed hard, my nerves refusing to settle. It wasn't that I was afraid of my siblings—at least, not in the way it probably seemed. It was just that every time I stepped into a dentist's office, I felt like I was walking into some sort of mental trap. The harsh lighting, the sterile tools, the constant hum of dental equipment—it was enough to make my heart race. Even though I trusted Taylor and Karlie completely, the anxiety still held tight. I couldn't help it; the environment itself made me panic.

"Okay, I'll try," I muttered, though I wasn't entirely convinced I'd make it through without some serious anxiety.

I knew Taylor was just trying to do what was best for me, but that didn't make it any easier to face.

"That's all I ask," Taylor said, giving me an encouraging smile before standing up. "Let's get this done, alright?"

I nodded, trying to push down the lump in my throat and prepare myself for whatever came next. I couldn't back out now, and honestly, I wanted to know what was going on with me—why I'd been feeling so drained and low on energy. If a little discomfort was the price of getting answers, then I'd try to push through it. But still, as Taylor walked over to the sink to prepare the tools, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was going to be one of those long, drawn-out visits I'd regret.