Dentist Imagines

Ellie Hates Needles

I was sitting on the couch with my dad, eating popcorn, and watching TV, when I accidentally bit straight down onto a kernel. Crack I knew as soon as I heard that horrible noise and felt a sharp pain shoot through my mouth that I was screwed. I yelped and grabbed my mouth, tears welling up in my eyes.

"Are you alright, Ellie?" asked my dad with concern in his voice as he placed a gentle hand on my shoulder, "did you do something to your tooth?"

I couldn't let my dad know what had happened. He was a dentist and if he found out that I hurt my tooth, I would find myself sitting in his office before I even had the chance to fight back.

"I...I'm ok...I...just realized that I forgot to blow out a candle in my room," I got up and ran towards the stairs, "I will be right back dad."

Looking in the mirror, blood began filling my mouth and it was clear that my tooth was cracked. I knew that I had to find someway to fix it before my dad found out.

"Honey, are you sure that you are ok?" I heard my dad say through my bathroom door. I quickly grabbed a cotton pad and shoved it in my mouth, sending another sharp pain through my mouth. The pain was unbearable and I began to fell light headed. Next thing I knew, I was falling to the cold, hard tile floor of my bathroom.

"Ellie?! Ellie?! Wake up, honey!" I woke up to see my dad's worried face hovering over me. After seeing my eyes open, he gently picked me up and carried me to my bad.

"What  happened?" said my dad as he laid me down. I was just about to respond when another shot of pain in my mouth caused me to burst into tears. After a few minutes of crying, I had calmed down enough to talk and I decided to tell my dad the truth.

"Daddy, when we were eating popcorn downstairs, I bit down on a kernel and I think it broke my tooth. My mouth hurts so so bad!"

"Ok, I am going to give you some pain meds and then we can go to my office in the morning."

At first, I fought my dad about going to the dentist but I eventually gave in and fell into a deep sleep, aiding by the pain meds.

Early in the morning, several hours before I normally wake up, my dad woke me up with a bowl of warm oatmeal in his hands. He explained that he scheduled a time to see me that morning and that I need to hurry and eat. I told him that I didn't want to go anymore and that my tooth was feeling better, which was a complete lie because it was actually hurting worse, but he had turned and left the room without saying a word.

The drive over to his office felt very fast and before I knew it, I was sitting in a dental chair with my dad standing over me.

"I'm scared," I said in a shaky voice, "I don't want it to hurt."

My dad, once again, reassured me that it won't hurt and then began putting on a pair of latex gloves. The sound of the latex being stretched over his hand made me cringe and I had to resist the urge to cover my ears.

"Alright," he was now holding a mirror tool in his hand, "open wide for me, honey."

I fought against my urge to run out of the room and I slowly opened my mouth. My dad quickly starting working, probably because he was very aware that I was already on edge.

"Ellie, your tooth is broken, I am going to have to fix it right away or it will get worse."

My heart began to race and I sat straight up.

"Wait, can we please do it later?" Tears began to pour down my face, "I really don't want to right now."

"Ellie, I know it is scary but it has to be done so just lay back down."

He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back down onto the chair.

"Now, you stay here and I am going to go get some supplies, ok?"

I nodded and he left the room. I was so scared. I knew that it was a bad idea to let my dad bring me here. After several minutes, he came back into the room with one of his hands hidden behind his back and hurried to his seat.

"Ok, open wide and I am going to give you some medicine so that your tooth won't hurt while I am fixing it."

Knowing what he meant by medicine, I shot up and bolted towards the door. My dad hurried after me and quickly caught up, wrapping his arms around my waist and carrying me back to the chair.

"I don't want a shot! Please, don't give me a shot!" I screamed as I struggled against him.

"It is only to help you, honey. Calm down right now or I will have to strap you down."

Hearing that made me instantly stop struggling. He let go of me and returned to his seat. After a few more calming words to me, he tapped my mouth as a signal for me to open it. I begrudgingly opened my mouth as little as I could but he pushed one of his fingers in and forced my mouth open wider.

"Just relax," I heard him say quietly, "I will make it really fast."

With his left hand still holding my mouth open, he grabbed the needle with his right hand and quickly brought it up to my mouth. I let out a soft cry as I felt the needle press into my gums but, as promised, my dad quickly delivered the numbing and brought the needle out of my mouth.

"See, that wasn't so bad, Ellie Belly"

I relaxed, feeling the effects of the numbing and knowing that nothing would hurt for my his point.

After about 30 minutes, my dad pushed his chair back and announced that he had finished. We drove home and I passed out in my bed.