Daniel Howell Imagines

Dentist Visits

A/N: Because the other day, i had my tooth ripped out of my face, and I'm in pain, i decided to feel sorry for myself, and write an imagine based on my experience. Hope you guys can laugh at my pain. (oops I started writing this like the day after it happened and now it's been almost two weeks)

Prompt: You have a toothache, and Dan looks after you.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1804 words

Your P.O.V

"Owwwwwwwwww!" I groaned in pain, holding my left cheek. For ages, ever since I was 15 I've been getting these massive toothaches, but they would usually always go away before I had the chance to do anything about it, plus going to the dentist was hella expensive and i was not prepared to pay that much money.

"Is your tooth still sore?" Dan questions from his bedroom, while I sit in the lounge in pain.

"Yes Dan, its still fucking sore!" I reply in agony. My tooth was just throbbing and aching and it was so sore.

"Have you been taking your codeine?" Dan asks and I just roll my eyes at him, even though he can't see me. God he sounds like my mother, probably worse. And yes, i was prescribed with codeine, that's how sore it was.

Now i know what you're thinking. 'Why don't you just go to the dentist to get it checked out?' NO. NOT KEEN. YOU KNOW WHY? When i was a mere child.... alright i was 16, I went to the dentist, for this exact problem, do you know what they did? Instead of yanking out my tooth, they put in FILLINGS on the OTHER SIDE of my mouth. I'm not going to let that happen again.

"No! Because I ran out yesterday!" I'm not gonna lie, i have been pretty grumpy the last few days because of my toothache, but codeine can only last so long. After 5 hours is up, I go back to feeling pain. But Dan has been pretty good when it comes to my grumpiness and my throbbing sore tooth.

I hear footsteps down the hall, and then Dan emerge from the doorway into the lounge, sitting himself next to me, looking concerned about me.

"I just want it yanked out! I don't even care anymore. I'll pry it out myself if I have to." I say as a few tears stream down my face. I was in so much pain. So much.

"Love, do you want me to take you to the dentist? I'll make the appointment and everything?" Dan asks. He could tell how much pain I was in, and he's been great at taking care of me these past few days. I just nod in response. It hurts to talk. Any slight stimulation or touching of the sore tooth, is extremely painful. "Alright, I'll go and make the appointment now. I'll try and book you in with my dentist." He leaves the room, typing what I presume is the dentists number into his phone.

A few minutes of agonizing pain later, Dan comes back into the room and tells me the details of the appointment.

"Okay, you're appointment is at 12:30pm, and the extraction is going to cost £200 and an extra £10 for numbing" Oh my god. Who does he think I am? I don't have that kind of money! "I can pay for it if you like. I know you cant afford it" I would usually deny Dan paying that much for something on me, but I just can't take this pain any longer, and agree to his offer.

"Thank you, Dan."

"Anytime, love. Now lets go now, because we all know what the traffic plus taxis are like here." And like that we're out the door.

Waiting for a taxi was almost like waiting for a miracle, especially when you're in a lot of pain and you just wanna curl up in a ball and cry.

About 15 minutes later, a taxi arrived and we were on our way to the dentist. I wasn't feeling nervous or scared, even though I feel like I should, I was just happy that I wasn't going to be in anymore pain for much longer, I was happy it was going to be sorted.