• PRETTYMUCH imagines •

P • Wisdom Teeth • M

Mumbling incoherently, my eyes opened slowly, clenching hastily when the bright light above me burned my pupils. After several tries, I was successful in opening them and was met with a ceiling directly above my eye line. I was confused. That was until I remembered where I was.

I was at the dentist. I'd had my wisdom teeth removed.

Fucking brilliant.

A nurse's face appeared suddenly in front of me, causing me to shrink further into the lumpy chair I was sprawled out on.

"Are you feeling alright dear?" She questioned gently, a kind smile on her face. I relaxed immediately in her presence and nodded weakly.

That was a lie. I felt like shit. Pure shit. My face hurt even though I couldn't really feel it. My head pounded, my body ached and I felt as if my brain had come detached from the rest of my being. I was so tired and confused.

"I'll bring your friends in to you, they've been waiting a few hours for you." My heart warmed at that. No matter what, they were always there for me, it was so sweet. So so sweet.

I felt my eyes tear at the thought of how much I loved them and how much they must love me and before I knew it was full on sobbing in my chair. Not in sadness though, I was just so so grateful and blessed.

"Y/n?" A tentative voice sounded in my ear.
"You okay?" Fingers wiped at my cheeks and stroked my forehead gently.
I tried to smile but couldn't and realised that there was two pieces of gauze at the back of my mouth, making my mouth incredibly dry and rendering speech almost impossible.

"I'm gmhp." I mumbled, with an attempt to smile that failed to show on my mouth but reached my eyes, letting the guys know I was okay.

"I jusmp wan ice creamm." I attempted.

"You want ice cream?" Nick clarified and I responded with a despondent nod.

"We'll stop on the way home and get you some ice cream, don't worry." I nodded again and attempted to get up but was stopped by Austin who took me gently by the soldiers and lay me back down.
"You can get up soon but not just now okay? The nurses have to do a few checks and then we can go home." He reassured with a smile. I grabbed his hand and squeezed, letting him know that I appreciated him.

A few minutes later, everything was sorted and we were ready to go. The nurses had given the boys very specific instructions on how to care for me whilst the drugs still had hold of my body.

"Can I walkk?" I slurred, desperate to get up and assure myself that I was still in control of my body.
"No honey, we have to get a wheelchair for you." The nurse informed me. I pouted at that. Well I tried to anyway but I couldn't feel my lips at all.
"Why can't I ffeel my face?" I questioned, reaching up prod at the useless skin of my cheeks.
"No don't touch." Brandon scolded lightly, pulling my hands from my face.
"C'mon, let's get you to the car." And with that, I was moved from my chair and placed in the wheelchair. Throughout the journey to the car, I marvelled at the numbness of my face and I was reprimanded constantly for touching it so much.

By the time we got to the car, my face was in agony and there was little I could do to stop the tears that fell from my eyes, smearing mascara down my cheeks.
"I-I need somph ice." I whined, hiccuping slightly as I began to cry harder.
"Please, somph ice."
I was hoisted into the middle of the backseat of the car and the nurse waved me goodbye, wishing me a speedy recovery.
"Ice at home, babe." Nick reassured, sliding in next to me, with Zion on my other side.
Brandon drove whilst Edwin accompanied him up front and Austin sat in the single seat behind us, at the very back of the car.