BBC Sherlock imagines

Dentist

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This is my 1k special that I mentioned before. I hope you like it. It's super fluffy!!😂 Xx

"Joooohn" Sherlock yelled from his bedroom and quarter to six in the morning. John, in his own bed and having just been woken up by the loud commotion, sighed loudly. It was his only day off that week and he'd planned on getting as much sleep as possible before his early morning shift the next day but it looked as though that plan had been completely foiled. Sighing again, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and slipped on his slippers and dressing gown before making his way down the stairs. He's only made it halfway down when his name came loudly down the corridor again. "I'm coming, for gods sake keep the noise down!" He reached Sherlock's door and pokes his head around it. Sherlock was lying on his bed, head propped up against his pillow and an arm draped over his face. John smiled- how did Sherlock always manage to over-dramatise things? "What's the matter?" John asked, coming into the room. "My whole mouth hurts" he whined. "Outside or inside?" John asked. "Inside" he muttered. "Open up, let me see" John insisted. Sherlock removed his arm and pouted at him, "No" he said. "Sherlock, stop being such a stubborn arse and let me see in your mouth. Sherlock glared at him but opened his mouth up nonetheless. John used Sherlock's phone as a torch and took a look inside. He noticed some swelling and redness in his gums. "Sherlock, when was the last time you went to the dentist?" He asked softly. Sherlock's eyes widened slightly and he looked away. "Sherlock?" He asked warningly. "18" Sherlock muttered quietly. "What?" John asked. "I was 18" he repeated louder. "Christ, Sherlock. Now wonder you have toothache" John said, exasperated, "We're going to the dentist, today! I'll call and arrange an emergency appointment. Get yourself ready" he informed. Sherlock sighed but didn't bother arguing as John got up and left his room.

A few hours later, the two of them were sat in the dentist waiting room in silence. Sherlock kept tapping his knee anxiously, not realising that John had noticed. "Sherlock, are you afraid of the dentist?" John asked, trying to keep as serious an expression as possible. Sherlock frowned at him. "I'm not afraid, John. Don't be ridiculous. I simply do not enjoy someone else shoving their hands and tools in my mouth and I can't even get a word in" he contracted. "You're afraid of the dentist" John concluded, unable to stop the smirk playing on his face. "Am not" Sherlock argued, looking away again. "So I can ask Mycroft then?" John teased. "Ok, ok. Maybe a little. Just don't ask Mycroft" Sherlock pleaded, desperately. "Knew it" John said, turning away. Just then, a plump, cheery lady with dark brown hair came out of the door and called "Sherlock Holmes?" Sherlock stood slowly from his seat, holding his head up in fake confidence. "I'll be here if you need me, ok?" John assured. "I won't be needing you, thank you" Sherlock mumbled as he walked towards the lady. "Oh, and Sherlock" John called after him, "Be nice" he threatened to which Sherlock rolled his eyes but nodded. Once Sherlock had turned the corner, John sat back in his chair and picked up some random magazine about cars and began reading it to keep himself busy.

A little while later, he looked up to see a tall man in a white coat stood before him. "John Watson?" He asked to which John nodded. I'm afraid that Sherlock is going to need surgery, you were right to bring him in. He's being a little-uh-difficult, at the moment and refusing to sign the consent forms. It's really important he gets this surgery today and we were wondering if you could convince him?" the dentist explained. John sighed and bit his lip, "Is there any chance I can sign for him? It'd be a hell of a lot easier than trying to change his mind." John tried. The dentist shook his head. "I'm afraid not. If the patient is conscious and old enough then they must sign themselves." John braced himself, "ok, lets go and try."

"Sherlock, come on! You have to sign them to get the surgery!" John half begged, half yelled. He'd been trying for the last fifteen minutes. "I don't want the surgery, John!" Sherlock retaliated. John took a deep breath. "If I knock him unconscious, then can I sign for him?" He asked the dentist who let out a quiet, single chuckle, not entirely sure how serious he was. "Sherlock, look at me" John said, calmly. Sherlock slowly did as he was told and lifted his gaze to meet John's. "You need this surgery, ok? I know it's scary and it's probably disrupting your whole day(!) But it is really important and it'll help you feel a lot better. Come on, you know that's logical. The quicker you have this, the quicker you can get back to your work without the pain" John reasoned. Sherlock seemed to think about it and John knew one last trick that would sway him in the right direction. "For me?" He added. Sherlock sighed loudly, "Fine." Everyone in the room breathed a huge sigh of relief and the dark-haired assistant brought over the consent papers before he could change his mind. Sherlock signed them begrudgingly and lay back down on the chair. A nurse came over with the mask with the general anaesthetic and went to put it over his face. "Woah, woah, woah!" He shouted to which she jumped back, slightly frightened. "I did not agree to be unknowingly drugged!" he continued. "Sherlock it's just a general anaesthetic. It'll put you to sleep so you can't feel any pain" John explained quickly, protecting the nurse from any more of Sherlock's accusations or most likely his cruel deductions. "Can't you just use a local anaesthetic instead?" Sherlock asked. "Not strong enough, I'm afraid" the dentist said, stepping in. Sherlock looked between the two of them wide eyed, clearly not  comfortable with the vulnerable position he would be in. "Look, Sherlock. I'm not going anywhere, I promise. I'll be right here when you wake up" John assured, understanding his unhappiness. Sherlock nodded slowly and John gestured for the nurse to come forward again. She did the while counting back from ten thing, but Sherlock being Sherlock, it took two and a half lots of ten before his eyes finally began to close. He glanced over at John once more before he couldn't fight it any longer and his whole body visibly relaxed into the deep sleep the drug put you into. "We need to wheel him down to the operating theatre but you can wait in here if you like" the dentist said to John as the team began to leave. John thanked him and took a seat in one of the chairs. He leant his elbow against a worktop and his head against his hand and in no time he slipped into sleep-having not got a lot this morning.