My Brother, The Dentist

Chapter 15-

As Mr Mullender returned to the class, I noticed someone trailing along behind him.

It was my brother.

"Get away from my Sam!" I shouted, running towards the back wall of the classroom. "I don't trust you!"

Mr Mullender shut the door.

"Billy, come on, just talk to your brother" Mr Mullender said, beckoning towards the chair I once sat on.

"No, I want him to leave me alone!"

"Billy, I'm sorry, okay?" Sam said, walking towards me.

I broke down into tears, sliding down the wall and curling up into a ball. My brother slid down next to me, hugging me tight. I hadn't had affection from him in a while, this was nice.

"I'll leave you two to it" Mr Mullender said, leaving the classroom and shutting the door behind him.

"Billy, talk to me. Why are you so upset?"

"You embarrassed me in front of the whole class. Maybe I wouldn't be so scared of the dentist if you weren't so forceful towards me!"

"It's hard when you don't obey what I say though Billy" he returned as if we were playing a tennis match.

"You don't give me enough time. I'm petrified of the dentist, and I'm petrified of you!"

"I'm willing to change, to make you happy" he said, wiping away the tears from my face. "Come with me to the office now, and we'll work this out."

I sniffed. Then nodded, not realising what I was getting myself in to.

"Great, let's go." He took my hand and led me outside and into his car, shutting the door behind me.

We reached his office very fast, and he took my hand and led me into a different room than last time. I was about to take a seat in the doomed dentist chair when he grabbed my arm and pulled me away. I was confused.

"Billy, what if you were to look at my teeth? Would that make you feel comfortable and as if it's not one sided?"

This seemed a bit weird to me. I already knew my brother's teeth were perfect. Completely straight, naturally white and blindingly shiny! Yet, I hadn't seen the inside before. This made me curious so I went along with his bizarre idea. He hopped into the chair and told me how to lower it. I did as he said, and soon enough the chair was lowering as if he was my patient, rather than me being his. I liked this a lot, for once I was in power.

"There's a box of gloves just over there and there should be a mirror in a packet on the side" he explained, pointing in two different directions. I ended up finding these things in a matter of seconds, but struggled to get the gloves on my hands properly.

"How on earth do you do this so easily Sam? They just slip on your hands!" I said, getting frustrated.

He laughed at me, "years of practice I guess, I've just learnt where my fingers need to go. But then he stopped me. "Billy, that's not gonna work. You can't rub your ungloved hand all over the gloved hand, because then what's the point of even wearing the gloves? You're still spreading germs!"

That seemed understandable.

I grabbed a new pair of gloves and slid them on much easier this time. Wow, I was becoming a natural already!

After the gloves were on it was time to start looking at my brothers teeth.

"Now, what do I do next?"