A week or so went by, and the tooth in the back of my mouth began to hurt even worse. Ashley, against my wishes, broke down and made a dentist appointment. I really didn't want to go after the shot fiasco. If the doctor was that mean, imagine how the dentist would be! After all, I had watched Little Shop of Horror's.
He had to force me to go when the day came. I fought and fought with him, terrified. I gripped his hand all the way there, which made it a bit difficult for him to drive some of the time.
"Do you want to do this the normal way or not?" His voice sounded annoyed, but he was pushing out a bit of caring tone.
"It's not the 'normal' way, it's the Muggle way!"
"Well, do you want to do it the Muggle way, then?"
"Yes, but-"
"Oh! You do, so stop freaking out. Victor is a good friend or my family. I promise he's not going to hurt you. He's good. And I already told him that. You might have a cavity, so he can fill it if needed."
"What?" My face paled.
"Don't worry about it. I've got it all taken care of."
"But-"
"Shush!"
Once at the office, he walked me in while holding my hand. My fingers were trembling and I could feel my legs wobbling beneath me. He lead me to a little window in the waiting room and we were given papers to fill out. When I finished, I gave it back to the receptionist. He nodded before getting up and going out of a room. A moment later the door to the waiting room opened and an older man walked out. When he saw Ashley, he smiled and come over to us.
"Ashley," He firmly shook his hand. "And this must be Sarah Beth?" I weakly nodded, swallowing.
"Sarah Beth, this is Doctor Victor Blaire." Ashley introduced me. I had to work harder to form my words.
"Hi, Mr. Blaire..."
"oh, you can call me Victor. Ashley is a good friend of mine."
"oh...okay..."
"If you are ready, then e can go on. I am ready for you." He stepped out of the way and gestured to the hallway behind him. I had a death grip on Ashley's hand.
"You can bring Ashley along, too." He grinned. Ashley started walking, leaving me no choice but to follow.
We were lead into a room with a chair that looked like it was strait out of a torture chamber! Connected to it was table that was covered with sharp, shiny instruments. Ashley nudged me closer to it.
"have a seat, Sarah Beth." Mr. Victor instructed. Ashley nodded, so I did, but cautiously. Mr. Victor came closer. "So, you've been having a tooth ache?" I nodded my head yes. "Well, I'll just have a look." He put on a pair of latex gloves and turned to me. "And Ashley says that you've never been to a dentist, is that true?"
"Yeah, they don't have many in Uruguay."
"You lived in Uruguay?"
"For missionary purposed."
"I see. Well, I might as well clean them, too. Can you open your mouth, please?" I looked over at Ashley.
"You have to stay with me." I told him, reaching out my hand. He took it.
"I know, love. I will. Just chill out."
"Okay." I took a deep breath and opened up my mouth. Doctor Claire leaned over me, holding one of the tools in his hand. It was long, shiny, pointy, and silver. I eyed it in terror.
