Jeff's POV
Nick and I were on our way to pick up Clark from school. It was a Thursday and this afternoon we had to take him to the dentist. I knew this wasn't going to be easy. Nick had this idea that it might easier than it was with the doctor's visit, though I had doubts.
"I don't think Clark will take it any easier." I stated.
"The dentist is easier than the doctor." Nick replied.
"Says you." I countered.
"At the very least, it is this time. It's an easy appointment." Nick said, though I shook my head in disbelief. I just had this feeling—though it could just be partly about how I feel about the dentist—that Clark wasn't not going to be happy to say the least. I had just had this bad feeling, though I'm completely sure why.
"I don't know. I have a bad feeling about this."
"You always have a bad feeling when it comes to the dentist." Nick quipped and I shoved him after I parked outside Clark's school.
"Shut up." I muttered, though Nick wasn't wrong. I am not sure if I hated anything more than the dentist. But I wasn't going to let Clark see that or for sure, things would be a lot worse.
"Everything will be fine. Sure, he might be scared, but I don't even think he's ever been to a dentist, so it shouldn't be that hard to handle." Nick said as he put his hand on my right shoulder and squeezed it slightly. I took a breath, trying to relax. I still had this feeling something was going to go wrong, but I want to believe that Nick is right about this.
"I hope you're right." I replied as I then watched as Clark walked out of the school and then got into the car.
"How was school, Clark?" Nick asked.
"It was good." Clark said and then turned me with a smile as he then handed me a paper. "I made you a drawing, daddy."
"Oh, it's beautiful." I smiled at him.
"Are we going home now?" Clark asked as he put his seatbelt on.
"Not yet, Clark. We have to go somewhere first." Nick said as I started to drive towards the office. As we drove, I noticed Clark look a bit worried from the rearview mirror.
"Clark, are you okay?" I ask.
"Do I have to go to the doctor again?" Clark asked.
"No." Nick spoke before I could. I sighed. Though I guess technically that was the truth, it wasn't exactly the truth as we were going to a type of doctor.
"No shot then?" Clark asked.
"No shots." I reassured him. I could at least tell him that much.
I pulled into the parking lot of the office and then glanced at Nick. I wasn't sure who should be the one to tell him who he would be seeing; Nick sighed before turning to Clark.
"You do have to see the dentist today." Nick stated; I wish he could have said that better.
Clark then started screaming.
"NO! I DON'T WANT TO! NO!"
"Clark—"
"NO! NO! NO!"
"Clark—"
"NOOO!"
"Clark!" Nick shouted, for some reason thinking that would help. It got Clark to stop screaming, but he looked away and moved towards the window on my side, seeming afraid of Nick. "Stop screaming."
"You're not helping." I stated before getting out the car. I opened Clark's door and sat next to him in the backseat. I looked to Nick, motioning for him to get out and let me handle this.
When Nick got out of the car, I turned to Clark.
"Is he going to punish me?" Clark asked, still seeming afraid.
"We told you before, Clark. We won't ever hit you."
"But he wasn't angry then. He's angry now."
"He's not angry, he's just frustrated." I said, trying to find the right word. It seemed to help Clark relax, but only slightly.
"Don't make me go in there, daddy." Clark begged me.
"You're going to be just fine, Clark. I promise. This won't be anything like the doctor; much easier. No shots or anything bad, I promise.
"I don't want to." Clark shook his head.
"I know." I nodded. I wouldn't want to either.
"I wanna go home." Clark said, looking at me with these pleading eyes, I desperately wanted to give in though I knew I couldn't.
"I know, but we can't. You gotta do this first." I told him and Clark looked really upset. I don't think I ever saw him this upset before. This look he gave me, before looking away, was enough to break your heart in an instant. "Clark, I'll—we'll be with you the whole time."
Clark didn't make an effort to move, even after I got out and kept his car door open. After glancing at my husband, I realized that was I going to have to be a bit more forceful. I carried Clark into the building and I stood there with Clark as Nick went to sign him in. We heard some sounds coming in from the back and I felt Clark grab onto me tighter, digging his nails into the back of my neck. It hurt, but I wasn't going to tell him to stop. I rubbed his back. It didn't seem to help much as moments later, Clark started crying.
"Shhhh, shhhh, everything is fine. Everything will be fine." I tried to reassure.
"No, it's not." Clark cried.
I didn't like how that sounded. He seemed so convinced that it wouldn't be alright.
"We won't have to wait long." Nick walked back over to me.
"You're not helping." I said as I felt Clark's grip become tighter.
"Clark, do you want to go play for a few minutes? It might take your mind off it?" Nick suggested, but Clark shook his head and continued crying as well as keeping his tight grip on me.
"I don't think he's up for that." I said, slightly sarcastic.
"I just thought it could take his mind off it." Nick defended.
"Well, it doesn't." My reply came out sounding annoyed and a part of me was at my husband because he wasn't exactly helping. But mainly, I was more worried about Clark. It seemed with every second, his nails kept digging deeper and deeper into me and his crying got louder. I know Nick would say that he is just a scared kid and that I am overreacting because of how I feel about going to the dentist, and though that could be true, I just feel like something is not right with this. Clark had been scared at the prospect of going to the doctor, but this is something different. The way Clark had reacted in the car and how he was acting right now, something just didn't sit right with me.
I was going to suggest I take him outside for a minute, in hopes it could give him a moment to calm down, or at the very least give me a moment to talk to him, but before I could a woman in scrubs came out into the waiting area before I could speak.
"Clark." She spoke his name and Clark started wailing.
"Nick, I really—"
"He'll be okay." Nick insisted. "You'll be okay, Clark, she is very nice…."
"NO!" Clark screamed and then he did something I didn't expect; he bit my arm. In the shock, I dropped him and then he took off running out of the building.
He just bit me.
It only took a second before I then took off outside after him. I ran as quickly as I could and then saw him in the parking lot.
"Clark." I called and he looked at me before then started to run off. I then saw a moving car coming towards him. I ran as fast as I could, but it seemed like it wasn't quick enough. I screamed and then luckily the car stopped before it could hit him.
They must have saw him. Thank god.
I got over to Clark and then picked him up, getting out of the way of the car as they then drove off. I held Clark close, tightly.
"Clark, they could have hit you." I said. I almost lost him.
Clark looked at me with tears running down his face, "I'd rather be dead than go in there."
I couldn't even speak. I just looked at him for a moment, before placing his head on my shoulder and holding him tighter. I couldn't say anything. What could anyone say to that? Especially when hearing it from your seven year old son?
That's when I knew for sure my bad feeling wasn't crazy; something was wrong.
"Please don't make me daddy, please." He begged once more.
"We'll go home." I told him. I don't care what Nick says but something is not right here and after that, I am just not fit to even attempt to convince Clark it would fine.
Nick came out as I was putting him in the car. I shut the door after putting Clark in and turned to Nick.
"Nick, he almost got hit by a car and he told me he would rather die than go in there." I told him before he could say a word. "Something is wrong here."
Nick didn't speak. At least for a few moments. "Okay, we'll take him home."
I nodded and then drove the three of us back to the house.
When we got home, we just sat close together on the couch. Clark was sleep moments later and we just sat there together, looking at him and occasionally looking at each other. We both knew what happened today with him, this wasn't normal. I was—we were worried. We both knew that something definitely must have happened to Clark and we would have to figure what and how to help him.
A/N: So I am alive. I realized a few weeks ago that I hadn't written anything story wise in over a year. It's definitely been a crazy year. In the past January, I started Massage Therapy school and that completely changed my life. Then I graduated in August, got licensed and hired in September, and now I am working full time while also being back in school for continuing education for massage. Tonight, I found some spare time and actually stumbled upon this chapter, which was left about half finished from like a last year. I guess you could say this chapter was LONG overdue. But anyways, I don't have a great amount of time for writing or even reading right now honestly, but I really want to try and find the time as writing is still one of my loves and have missed it greatly.
Anyways, show me some love ;) and don't forget to review.
