After countless weeks of your wisdom teeth causing dreadful pain, today was finally the day you were going to get them removed. Although you were ready to get them out so the pain would stop, you couldn't help being nervous over the entire procedure.
You never were one for being put under anesthesia, you always have had an overwhelming fear that there would be complications and you wouldn't wake up.
Right now you were in the car on the way to the doctors office. Your head resting on Ariana's shoulder. You were miserable. Your teeth were throbbing in pain, making you squeeze your eyes shut every couple seconds.
Ariana had been taking care of you, trying everything she could to ease the pain for you but nothing helped.
Arriving at the dentist, your hands were already shaking with nervousness. Ariana immediately noticed and intertwined her hand with yours.
She then checked you into the office and the doctor came right out to call you into room.
You didn't move right away when he called your name. In fact, you backed away slightly before Ariana put her arm up behind you to stop you.
"Can I have a moment with her quick? She's just nervous is all." Ariana asked the doctor politely.
"Of course. Just come right in when you are ready." He said nicely.
Ariana pulled you gently over to an area where people couldn't see.
"I'm scared, I don't want to go under anesthesia." You confessed to your girlfriend who was looking at you with sympathetic eyes.
"I know you don't, baby. But everything will be okay, I'll be right here waiting for you." She told you beginning to stroke your cheek.
Leaning into her touch, you took a big deep breathe and looked towards the room.
"Okay, I think I'm ready." You announced, your eyes returning to your girlfriends. Ariana nodded and once again intertwined her hands with yours and walked you to the room.
"Welcome, Y/n! It won't be as bad as you think, I promise." The doctor said trying to ease your nerves.
"You got this, baby. I'm right out here waiting for you." Ariana whispered into your ears, rubbing her hand over your back.
"Okay." You breathed out. "I love you." You turned to Ariana as she laughed.
"I love you too, Y/n."
Ariana then left the room as the doctor began to insert an IV into your arm. Not long after, you had felt sleepy and eventually gave in to the feeling.
And not even what felt like a moment later, you woke up.
"Y/n! Good morning, you did great." The doctor greeted you. You were going to answer but got an overwhelming feeling of sadness randomly that there was not any food waiting for you.
"Where's the food?" You asked, beginning to cry. The doctors began laughing at your question. This wasn't uncommon waking up from anesthesia.
One of the doctors left the room as you kept rambling about why there wasn't food. She quickly returned with your girlfriend.
Ariana was concerned at your distraught state but then heard what you were upset over and giggled.
"Y/n, we will get food on the way home, okay?" She told you, placing her hand on your arm.
You were about to respond but then felt the doctors attempting to put the gauze into your mouth to stop a blood clot from happening. Mindlessly, you pushed their arms away.
"Baby! Stop, they need to put those in to stop a blood clot from happening." Ariana quickly pushed your arm down against your side, laughing with the doctors.
"Blood clot!?" Your eyes got big as you looked at Ariana.
"You're fine, baby. Just relax." Ariana brought out her phone and began to record your words, knowing you would want to see it later.
Eventually, you were finally cleared to leave. The doctors rolled you out to the car in a wheelchair. Which your drugged up self thought was the worst thing to ever happen. You had argued with the doctors saying you wanted to walk but they for good reason, wouldn't let you.
But now you made it to the car and Ariana placed her hands under your armpits to help you into the car.
"That tickles!" You yelled, beginning to laugh uncontrollably as she struggled to sit you into the car.
Ariana laughed and then took the directions from the doctor to help you once the pain meds wore off.
The drive home was full of Ariana video taping you and your rants about anything and everything that came to your mind. At one point she was laughing so hard tears were running down her face. As much as you were still out of it from the drug, hearing her laughter brought you so much joy. It was your favorite sound and you couldn't help but keep trying to make her laugh even more just so you could hear it.
When you arrived back home, Ariana once again helped you out of the car. She held onto your arm tightly, helping you up the stairs and slowly into the bedroom.
"I'm hungry-a." You whined, leaning against the headboard of the bed.
"I'll go get you something from downstairs. What do you want, baby?" She asked, trying not to laugh.
"Chips!" You yelled out, excitedly.
"I hate to burst your excitement, but baby you can't have any hard foods."
"But I want chips." You mumbled, disappointed.
"I know. But you have to let your teeth heal first. How about some applesauce? Your doctor said that was a common favorite by other patients." She asked, hopeful you would give up the want for chips.
You nodded, just wanting to get something in your stomach. Ariana got up and went downstairs to retrieve your applesauce.
"Here you are, my love." She handed you the bowl, and sat down on the opposite side. She scrolled through her phone on social media as you ate the applesauce.
"Can we cuddle?" You mumbled out, looking expectantly at your girlfriend. After eating, the effects of the drug was finally subsiding to the point where you could actually think before you spoke.
She looked up from her phone at you, caught off guard by your sudden request. But then quickly set her phone down and smiled.
"Of course, baby." Setting down the now empty bowl of applesauce, you leaned into her open arms.
After a day full of anxiety and after effects of anesthesia, it felt nice to just relax in the embrace of your girlfriend. You took in the scent of her perfume and dug your face further into the crook of her neck. The perfect way to end a stressful day.
(A/N: Feel free to message me requests, if you have any!)
