My Brother, The Dentist

Chapter 39-

We arrived home from the hospital and Sam helped me into the house. Only having one available arm was more impractical than I thought it'd be! I took a seat on the sofa in the living room and Sam prepared some vegetable soup, from a can of course. He brought it through to the living room and we both slurped on the sofa.

"I'm gonna put some wax on your chipped tooth in a bit Billy, just so you don't cut your tongue or anything" Sam said sympathetically.

I nodded my head and continued eating my soup. After I was finished, Sam took our bowls through to the kitchen and instructed me to go upstairs to brush my teeth before he put the wax on. I followed his orders and slowly waltzed to the bathroom. Yet, even putting the toothpaste on the toothbrush seemed a massive struggle with one of my arms in a sling.

"SAMUEL" I called, from upstairs. Within a matter of seconds, Sam bolted up the stairs, arriving with a more than worried look on his face.

"Billy! What's wrong" he asked, half out of breath.

"Can you put the toothpaste on for me please?" I smiled faintly, to which he sniggered slightly and helped.

"I can see myself becoming some sort of slave for a while" he laughed, handing the toothbrush back to me. "Want me to brush them for you too?" he asked laughing slightly. But the funny thing was, he probably wasn't even joking!

"I'm okay thanks" I replied with a cheeky grin, and proceeded to brush my teeth as Sam returned back downstairs.

Once I was finished, I headed back into the living room, to see Sam sitting crossed legged on the sofa scrolling through his phone, with a pair of gloves, a tub of wax and a black sharpie pen beside him. He looked up and saw me, then beckoned me over to take a seat with him, putting his phone in his pocket.

"Come sit opposite me Billy" he smiled warmly.

I sat opposite my brother, my legs also crossed.

"Can I be the first to sign your cast?" he smiled cheekily, his inner manchild being unleashed.

"Sure" I laughed, placing my broken arm into his hand.

In big letters he wrote 'SAM' and smiled proudly once he'd finished as well as thanking me. He then pulled on the pair of gloves.

"Okayyyy Billyyyy... open up so I can see then pleaseeee" he said trying to be more casual than usual, raising my chin with one hand and touching my tooth with the other. It was nice Sam not having a mask on, it felt a lot more comforting. "Damn, it's pretty sharp" he said seeming very surprised.

"Is it bad?" I asked after he'd stopped touching my tooth.

"Worse than I thought it was. But it'll be a breeze to fix" he informed.

Sam then proceeded to mould a small ball of wax onto my chipped tooth. Watching him concentrate so hard was rather amusing that I began to snigger, causing him to look confused.

"Andddd... all done" Sam smiled, pulling off his gloves and chucking them in the bin, getting a basket first try.

"It feels weird" I said, touching the spot with my tongue.

"Yeah, well it's only temporary" Sam said. "And you can't bite any food with your front teeth until it's fixed, okay? Only soft foods."

"Seriously?" I groaned, flinging myself backwards on the sofa and laying down comfortably.

"Yup" Sam replied.

"Well when are you gonna fix it?" I asked half-heartedly.

"Here's the plan," Sam began. "I'm super busy all of next week, so finding time has proven very difficult. "Tuesday I'm visiting your school and doing checkups, so that's taking up time."

I interrupted Sam. "Wait, you're coming into school. Again?"

"Yeah. Remember, I was supposed to come a while back. But it was cancelled. So they've asked me to come this Tuesday, and coincidentally it's your class Billy" he smirked.

"Brilliant" I said, rolling my eyes.

"Anyway.." Sam continued. "Tomorrow, Monday, if you come straight to the office after school, I'll be able to fix your tooth then, I've managed to squeeze you in."

"Wow, I feel so special" I mocked, laughing sarcastically. Sam ignored me.

"And Wednesday, you're going to come straight to the office and Adam is going to put your braces back on."

"Why Adam?" I asked, starting to get worried.

"I'm far too busy" Sam answered. "Sorry Billy."

"But Sam. You said a week! Wednesday is two days earlier than a week!" I said starting to get worked up.

"I'm sorry Billy, that's the only way we can do it" Sam said, rubbing his hands together awkwardly. I could tell he genuinely felt bad, so I took it upon myself to forgive him with an open mind, although I still wasn't happy.