My sister a dentist my brother a doctor

The Filling

TAYLOR'S POV

The bright light above me felt intense, almost blinding as I settled back in the chair. Jake adjusted his mask and gloves, a comforting presence amid my swirling anxiety. I could hear the faint hum of the dental equipment, and for a moment, I wished I could teleport out of the room.

"Ready?" he asked, his voice soothing.

"Ready as I'll ever be," I replied, trying to sound braver than I felt.

He smiled reassuringly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Just focus on my voice. I'll talk you through every step."

"Okay," I said, inhaling deeply to steady myself.

I couldn't believe I was about to have a filling done by my boyfriend. It was an oddly intimate situation, one that made my heart race for more than just the anxiety. Jake picked up the syringe filled with anesthetic, and my stomach flipped.

"This will just pinch a little," he said, approaching my mouth with a gentle demeanor. "You'll feel a tiny prick, and then your tooth will go numb. Just take a deep breath."

I closed my eyes as he injected the anesthetic. I felt a sharp but brief sting, followed by a rush of coldness spreading through my gums.

"Not too bad," I mumbled, relieved.

"Good. Now, let's give it a minute to kick in," he said, stepping back. "How are you feeling?"

"Okay, I think," I replied, trying to focus on the sound of his voice rather than the discomfort of the numbness creeping in.

After a moment, he returned to my side, checking the area with a dental mirror.

"Can you feel this?" he asked, gently tapping my tooth.

"Not really," I admitted, feeling the odd sensation of my mouth. "I think it worked."

"Perfect! Now we're ready to get started." He adjusted the suction device and placed a small bib around my neck, making me chuckle despite my nerves.

"You're all set for a day at the spa," he joked.

"Sure, a spa where they use drills and suction," I quipped back, forcing a grin.

"Exactly. Relax, and I'll try to make this as painless as possible." He picked up the dental drill, its whirring sound filling the air. I felt my heart quicken.

"Just breathe, Taylor. You're okay," he reassured me, leaning closer.

As he began the procedure, I felt the vibrations through my jaw. It was a strange sensation, more uncomfortable than painful. I focused on his voice, his calm explanations helping to distract me.

"I'm going to remove the decay now," he said, concentrating on the task. "You might feel a bit of pressure, but it shouldn't hurt. Let me know if it does."

I nodded, breathing in slowly. The sound of the drill was both unsettling and oddly familiar. I tried to visualize a peaceful place, anything to keep my mind from drifting back to the procedure.

"Good job. Just a bit more," he said, his voice steady. "You're doing great."

The pressure increased, and I could feel him working carefully, ensuring that everything was clean. My anxiety lessened with each word of encouragement.

"Now we're ready for the filling," he said, switching tools. "I'll apply a little primer first to help the material bond with your tooth."

He worked with precision, applying the primer and letting it sit for a moment. "You're almost there. I promise," he said, and I felt a swell of gratitude for his patience.

As he mixed the filling material, I could sense the transition happening. "What's next?" I asked, trying to keep the conversation going even though I already knew, it was keeping me sane

"Now, I'll place the filling. You might feel a slight pressure as I shape it to fit your tooth," he explained.

I felt the cool sensation of the filling as it was pressed into place. It felt foreign but not unpleasant.

"How does it feel?" he asked, his eyes watching my face for any signs of discomfort.

"It's... different. But not bad," I replied, surprised by how manageable it was.

"Great! Now, I'll set it with a light," he said, bringing over a small curing light.

The warm glow enveloped my mouth as he aimed it at the filling. A few moments later, he lifted the light away.

"All done! Now, I'll just polish it a bit," he said, finishing the procedure with gentle care.

I couldn't believe it was over. "Really? That was it?"

"Yep! You were amazing. No tears, no drama," he teased, grinning at me.

"Thanks to you," I replied, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. "I really appreciate how calm you made it."

Jake removed his gloves and leaned in closer. "You did all the hard work. You faced your fear, and I'm proud of you."

I couldn't help but smile, the anxiety of the appointment dissipating. "I guess I'm getting better at this whole 'being a patient' thing," I joked.

"Definitely. And hey, if you ever need a filling again, you know where to come," he winked.

As I stood up from the chair, I felt lighter, both physically and emotionally.