WWE One Shots 2

Wise Old Wisdom ~ Dash Wilder

I smiled one last time at the dentist, taking the door from Dash to let ourselves out, heading further out to the exit door.

Dash grabbed the handle, opening up the door, allowing me out first. "Thanks," I said with a muffled tone, smiling weakly at him.

He smiled back, biting his tongue to try and hold back his laughter at the discomfort I was in. I carried on walking, not impressed with his humour at all, heading over to the car.

I felt his presence beside me, his smile beaming with laughter, moving further forwards to get the car door too. "I'm not an idiot, I can open doors." I climbed in, watching him grab the buckle of the seatbelt.

"You're dangerous right now, better safe then sorry." He got in the other side, pulling the keys out of his pocket. "Do you wanna go straight home?" I nodded, not feeling well enough to bring myself to talk.

I just couldn't wait to leave the dentist, it was one of the worst places in the world. Having avoided it for as long as possible, eventually I managed to sort out a booking to take my wisdom teeth out, and whilst I was fairly tolerable of pain, the terrible tone of my voice made it one of the worst times of my life.

"Can we go to the shop?" I groggily asked Dash. He briefly took his eyes off of the road, looking across at me.

"What did you say?" He asked, questioning me.

"I said, can we go to the shop?" He smirked a little, glancing to me again, his eyes lighting up.

"Babe, say it slower, what do you want?" I sighed, stretching my mouth a little, hating that I was making everything so difficult for him.

"Can...we...go...to...the...shop?" I prolonged every sound, trying to make it as understandable as possible. Dash grinned wider, chuckling at me. I thought for a while that he just didn't understand me, but once I heard that familiar chuckle I knew that he in fact understood me the very first time. "I hate you."

"Oh darling, don't be like that, it's just a bit of fun. You sound so funny, I couldn't help myself." He reached across and placed his hand on my thigh, looking for an affectionate reaction, which I wasn't going to give him. "Do you still want to go to the shop?"

"Yes." I muttered, staring across at his still evident grin.

"Come on then." He indicated down one of the roads, pulling up at the local shop. We both got out of the car, walking in and grabbing a basket.

"Whatever you need just point, alright?" I nodded, dragging him straight over to the confectionary, picking up plenty of bags of popcorn and chocolate. "Surely you should be buying tablets and soup to make you feel better."

"It's all soft food to me." He rolled his eyes, expecting nothing less from me, picking up a few things for himself too. "What about tea tonight?"

"I got that sorted." I stared at him, raising my eyebrow, stunning him. "What?"

"Are you cooking?" He nodded, walking us over to the pasta aisle, grabbing a packet as well as some sauce. "Oh no."

"Trust me, I've been learning, this is going to be the best thing you've eaten in a long time." I didn't hold out much hope, but appreciated his concern as we headed over to the checkout.

I stood at the end of the till, avoiding all eye contact with the worker so I didn't have to engage in conversation.

Dash paid for everything, slipping his hand back in mine as we headed back to the car. "You still sore?"

"Yeah, it's a bit better." He sympathetically smiled, squeezing my hand then leading me back to the door and sitting me down.

"You sound a bit better sweetheart, maybe you might be getting somewhere." He shut the door placing the shopping on the back seat, then driving the two of us home.

I was slowly starting to feel better in myself, but the pain still wasn't going to disappear for awhile.

I stepped in the front door, slipping my shoes off, only to feel a pair of arms slip around me. "Come on, you need rest."

"Dash, it's only a wisdom tooth." He dropped me down on the sofa, plumping a cushion under my head.

"I know, but it's not very often I get to look after you, so you might as well make the most of it." I nodded, stretching my jaw out a little, finally being able to feel it again after the anaesthetic. "Tea will be twenty minutes." I nodded, switching the television on, hearing plenty of banging sounds emerge from the kitchen. I didn't dare look at the damage, leaving Dash to sort himself out whilst I watched a short documentary.

The ending was timed perfectly for Dash's reappearance to tell me dinner was ready. He brought the two plates in, sitting me up on the sofa. "I worked hard on this so you better appreciate it."

"Of course I do." I blew him a kiss, prolonging my pout until he came over and pecked my lips before sitting by my side.

I got my first mouthful, blowing it cool, moving to the side of my jaw that had most feeling, softly and carefully biting down on the soft pasta, easily being able to digest the sauce. "Good?" Dash asked, as soon as I'd finished my first bite.

"Yeah, it isn't too bad." He smugly smiled with pride, tucking into his own food once he knew I was content with mine.

"Do you want any tablets with your dinner?" I shook my head, trying to give Dash the vibe that I was a brave soul, battling through the final bits of pain through the night, knowing full well it would only make him look after me more.

"Thank you for taking care of me, and holding my hand today." I smiled, bringing my knife and fork together, placing my plate on the floor beside me.

"You don't have to thank me, I'm just glad to see you aren't in pain anymore." Dash stood up, taking my plate, stacking it on top of his.

"Thank you," I whispered, smiling to himself as he walked away, knowing that despite his jokes, deep down, he was one of the most caring guys in the world.

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