My sister a dentist my brother a doctor

Amelia's Appointment

AMELIA'S POV

I was so close. I could've escaped, I was almost out the door, but Karlie had to turn around just in time to catch me. Her grip on my wrists was tight and unyielding, and as she dragged me back toward the room, I couldn't help but feel a wave of panic wash over me. My eyes stung with tears, and my heart raced in my chest as I struggled against her hold.

"Amelia, what's going on with you?" Karlie asked softly, her voice full of concern, but I could barely make myself answer through my sobs.

"Why is she doing this?" I whimpered, my voice cracking with emotion.

"Why is she doing what, hun?" Karlie asked, her tone still kind but confused.

"Making us come here for checkups and not telling us," I sniffled, wiping my eyes.

I felt betrayed, not just by the appointment itself but by the fact that no one had warned me. It made everything feel so much worse. Karlie sighed, her expression softening as she rubbed her hands over my wrists in a calming gesture.

"Oh, honey," she began, her voice gentle but full of understanding. "We didn't want you girls to freak out all day yesterday. I wasn't supposed to mention it at all until this morning, but it slipped out last night. I'm sorry we made you feel this way, sweetheart."

Before I could respond, Taylor entered the room, her presence filling the space. She smiled at me with that familiar, comforting expression, but I could see the concern in her eyes as she glanced between Karlie and me.

"Alright, my little escape artist," she said playfully, though I could tell she was trying to ease the tension. "What's going on?" She sat beside me in the chair, her voice warm and soothing.

"I don't want to be here," I whimpered, unable to hold back the tears anymore.

My body shook, and I was on the verge of a full meltdown. Taylor nodded sympathetically, rubbing my shoulder.

"I know you don't, Amelia, but we've been doing this since you were four years old. You've been through it every time you've had a checkup, and you're always okay when it's over." She stood up and started preparing the tools, grabbing a mask and gloves from the desk. "I promise, sweetheart, everything's going to be fine."

"I'm not ready," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

My body tensed as she started to put the gloves on, and I instinctively tried to sit up, trying to retreat from the situation.

"It's okay, I'm just setting up, sweetheart," Taylor said calmly, her voice patient.

She set the mask and gloves on her tray before sitting down on the stool, carefully adjusting the chair. As she laid the chair back, I sat up abruptly, curling into myself on the edge of the seat. When I said I wasn't ready, I meant it.

"Amelia, I'm not going to hurt you," Taylor reassured me, though I could hear the concern in her tone. "Can you lie back so I can adjust the light?" Her voice was gentle, but I was still trembling, dreading what was about to happen.

Hesitantly, I lay back in the chair, my hands gripping the armrests as though they were the only thing keeping me grounded. Taylor adjusted the light above me, the cold fluorescent glow flickering in my vision as she leaned over me.

"We're going to start now and get this over with, okay?" Taylor said softly, adjusting her gloves one more time.

"Teffy, I can't," I whined, trying to sit up again, but Karlie was quick to gently push me back into the chair.

"You're going to be fine, hun," Karlie said softly, her voice full of reassurance as she stroked my hand. "You've been through this before. You can do it."