My sister a dentist my brother a doctor

What's wrong

AMELIA'S POV

My heart started pounding in my chest as I saw the look on their faces. My body tensed up immediately, and I felt that cold wave of panic flood over me.

"W-what's wrong?" I whimpered, my voice barely above a whisper, nerves making my words shake.

Taylor's face softened as she met my anxious gaze, but there was no easy way to say it.

"It looks like you're going to need your first root canal, hun," she said gently, but the words hit me like a ton of bricks.

My eyes widened, and I felt my stomach flip with fear.

"W-what? No," I protested, my voice trembling, my body instinctively shrinking back.

Joe's calm voice came from beside me, trying to reassure me, but I couldn't shake the wave of dread that was building in my chest.

"Amelia, one of your teeth is really infected," he said softly, his tone matter-of-fact but kind. "We need to do a root canal to clean out all that decay. Also, you still have a stubborn baby tooth that we should probably take out while we're at it. It's the last one, and once it's gone, your adult teeth will be able to come in more easily."

The mention of a root canal made my stomach drop even further.

"I don't want to," I cried, my voice breaking as tears started to well up in my eyes.

I could already feel the weight of what they were saying pressing down on me, and I wanted to run. I didn't want to do this. Taylor's voice softened, and she moved to sit next to me on the stool, her hand gently resting on my arm.

"He'll be gentle, Amelia, but this really should be dealt with now before it gets any worse. If we wait, it could make things harder down the road," she said, trying to comfort me, but her words didn't make the fear in my chest ease.

I felt my tears threatening to fall as I looked at my sister, trying to explain the overwhelming fear that was rising inside me.

"Of course, you're on his side," I choked out, the frustration in my voice mixing with my tears. "You always say it's better to get fillings when they're smaller before they turn into something worse, like a root canal. But root canals... that means something is *really* bad."

Taylor's expression softened even more, and she took my hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"I know, sweetheart, but I also know how important it is to get this done. If we don't take care of it now, that tooth might get worse, and we might not be able to save it. And it could start affecting the other teeth too, which we definitely don't want. I know I've said that root canals are a bigger procedure, but that's because they take longer. It's not that bad, I promise. It's just more time-consuming than a regular filling."

I could barely listen to her as the reality of what she was saying sunk in. My tears were coming faster now, and all I could think about was the fear of the unknown.

"Fine," I whispered, my voice small and defeated.

I felt cornered, like there was no way out. Joe gave me a sympathetic look as he reached for his tools. "We'll start by numbing you for the root canal, and we'll save the extraction for last. It'll be alright, Amelia."

The dread kept building inside me as I looked at my sister, my eyes full of panic.

"I don't know about this," I whispered, my voice shaking as I clung to her hand.

"You'll be okay, I promise," she said, her voice soft and reassuring.

She squeezed my hand, offering me comfort, but it didn't make the fear go away. "Joe's going to be gentle, and I'll be here the whole time. You can squeeze my hand as much as you need. I'm not going anywhere."

I nodded hesitantly, my heart still racing in my chest. Joe was already preparing everything, but I couldn't help the tears that kept coming. He turned towards me, his mask on now, and his hands ready to start. I could see the sympathy in his eyes, but that only made me more nervous. I felt utterly helpless as he sat down behind the chair, ready to begin, and I squeezed my sister's hand harder.

"Promise you won't hurt me," I whispered, looking up at Joe, my voice barely audible but full of raw fear.

"I promise, hun," Joe said softly, his voice warm but steady. "It'll be okay."

But the fear still gnawed at me. How could I believe that this wouldn't hurt? What if it did? What if I couldn't handle it? As Joe leaned over to start the procedure, I closed my eyes, trying to take deep breaths, but all I could feel was the overwhelming anxiety tightening around my chest.