Mark Wahlberg Imagines

Toothache

You are trying to persuade mark to go to the dentist to get his tooth checked out because he is chicken and did not want to go at all the whole week. He has a tooth ache.

"You're just scared, you are," you said to mark as he sat next to you  at the kitchen table.

"I am not!" Mark yelled as he  held a packet of frozen peas to his cheek.

"They won't help, you know."

"What am I supposed to do? You told me it was dangerous to take more painkillers than it said on the back of the box."

"I also told you if the painkillers weren't having an effect to go to the dentist."

"I can't go to the dentist."

"Why not?"

"It's, well," Mark Stuttered trying to think of an excuse.

"See, you're scared!"

Mark put his hand up waving away the false accusation. "Nothing could be further from the truth. It's these NHS dentists; they get paid for every tooth they extract."

"You're getting confused with the tooth fairy. You've not been mixing pills with alcohol to numb the pain have you?" Mark put a his hand to Your forehead in concern and stared into your eyes to check my pupils.

"There's nothing wrong with me," You said, pushing his hand away. "And they do get paid by the tooth. If I go in for one, they'll take the whole lot."

"Why isn't everyone wearing false gnashers then?"

"They're not stupid, they stick to kids on their first set and those who are, ahem, over a certain age," Mark said meaning to himself.

"Don't be silly, you're not that old."

"At last he says something nice to me in my suffering."

"You've got another year before your teeth reach the dentist's old codger use by date."

"Hey!"Mark  chucked the packet of peas at Your  head. You ducked down and the peas flew past your head.

"I didn't want to tell you this in case you freaked out, but you should get your tooth checked out. If it's an abscess the infection could spread and you could die of blood poisoning."

"Oh, my God!" Mark  felt his own forehead in case it could tell him if he was at death's door.

"It can be treated with modern antibiotics. You would be  in the 1920's, there was this promising Hollywood film director with toothache and he left it too late."

"Yes, yes, I've got the message, oh, angel of death."

"So will you go to the dentist?"

"I'll have to now. I was going to wait and see if it would heal of its own accord. I'm not one of the younger generation who can't cope with a little pain," Mark Claimed, even though he has been complaining about the pain all week which was getting very annoying after awhile.

"I'll come with you into the dentist's room." You told him as you touched his hand.

"I'm not a child. I don't need my hand holding." Mark Said  snapping at you.

"As a medical student, I'm interested in seeing what dentists do. They'd let me in if you said I could watch the whole time. The dentist wouldn't take all your teeth out if I'm there to keep an eye on them," You told mark coming up with a reason to allow Mark to accept your support without denting his macho dignity and then ruining the effect by reaching across to squeeze his hand reassuringly.

"Alright, but only to stop you from worrying," Mark Said, keeping up his pretense of not being terrified of the dentist whatsoever.