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Emerald Green Eyes

As Niall was looking at my teeth, I was trying hard to concentrate on the ceiling, but my eyes kept falling on his sea blue ones. I guess Niall saw me focusing on him because as he began to switch tools, I swear I heard him chuckle.

It was a few minutes before Dr. Styles walked in and interrupted Niall.

Niall saw Dr. Styles and went to go talk to him by the other door, meanwhile, I was just forced to lie here in the chair and not move, because I'm not supposed to move.

I was watching the ceiling considering I didn't have anything better to do.

Dr. Styles and Niall walked over, talking about something, but they were too quiet for me to hear them.

Dr. Styles put on a pair of gloves and a mask, along with Niall putting on a whole new set.

"Okay, love. Open up." Niall said, which I cautiously did.

Now Niall and Dr. Styles were both looking in my mouth.

Was the damage that bad?

I kept on watching between watching Niall's sea blue eyes or Dr. Horan's emerald green ones.

"Yeah, I see what you mean." Dr. Styles said to Niall as they mumbled between each other.

"Do you want me to go get an assistant to help you, or....." Dr. Styles as him and Niall stopped looking in my mouth.

I closed it, wondering why they were pulling their masks down to their chin.

"If you'll stay, that would work too." Niall suggested, Dr. Styles just nodding.

"Ok, Jasmine. So Dr. Styles was right, the hit was pretty hard just from what I was seeing. Let's get some x-rays and then we can discuss options." Niall said as he began searching for something in the cabinets.

Niall found whatever he was looking for and put these really uncomfortable films into my mouth and put a vest over my body.

"Stay super still." He said as he left the room with Dr. Styles.

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