𝕮𝖔𝖇𝖎𝖊 𝕾𝖒𝖚𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝕴𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘

Wisdom Teeth Removal | C.S.

[Fluff]

You sat in the passenger seat of the car like a condemned man on the way to his execution. Except your execution was performed by a dentist and involved four teeth.

Cobie drove.

She looked extremely calm for someone escorting you into hell.

"You'll survive," she said lightly, turning left at a quiet intersection.

"You don't know that," you muttered. "People die of... dentistry."

Cobie glanced at you. "Name one."

You opened your mouth, ready to argue, then closed it again. "Not important."

She smiled at the windshield. "Mhmm."

Her hand slipped over to your knee, squeezing gently. That helped a bit. You leaned your head back against the seat, breathing slowly, trying not to think about needles or strangers looking into your mouth like it was a museum exhibit.

When she pulled into the clinic parking lot, you groaned loud enough that an elderly couple walking by looked over.

Cobie gently took your hoodie strings and tugged you toward her.

"You'll be okay, babe," she said. "I'm right here."

You pouted. "I want the anaesthesia already."

"You'll get it," she promised. "Don't worry."

Inside, everything smelled like disinfectant and mild fear. You filled out papers with shaking hands while Cobie pretended not to laugh at how dramatic you were being. When the nurse called your name, you whispered, "Goodbye," as if never returning.

Cobie just rolled her eyes.

They led you into a small room with a reclined chair, bright lights, and medical equipment that looked like props from a sci-fi movie. The anesthesiologist greeted you warmly while Cobie helped you onto the chair.

You kept staring at her like she was the last safe thing in the world.

When they put the cuff around your arm and clipped something on your finger, you automatically reached for her hand with your free one.

She gave it instantly.

"I'm not letting go," she whispered.

"Promise?" you asked weakly.

"Promise."

The anesthesiologist injected something into the IV. "This will make you sleepy. You'll be out in about ten seconds."

You stared at Cobie in panic. "Cobes— Cobes, I don't— I don't feel—"

"Shhh," she said, brushing your hair from your forehead. "It's okay, babe. Just breathe."

Your vision blurred at the edges.

"You're... really pretty," you slurred.

Cobie smiled, her thumb rubbing small circles into your palm. "Thank you. Go to sleep."

"I'm... gonna... fight it..."

"You're not."

Your eyelids sank like they weighed a hundred kilos. You kept your eyes on her until they finally closed.

Her voice was the last thing you heard.

"I'm right here, love."

<3

You resurfaced from the anesthesia like you were swimming through soup. Heavy soup. Confused soup.

The first thing you saw was Cobie sitting beside your bed, scrolling on her phone, her other hand holding yours loosely.