And now… the horror…. No, I didn't pass out or anything. Just the thought of
Tidus doing a girlie scream makes me snigger though.
Chapter 2
Tidus was shaking. A lot. His hands were folded in his lap, but clenched.
Auron's right, he thought. I am chicken shit sometimes.
Beside him, his dentist hummed softly to the music playing quietly in the
background. Tidus was aware of the pressure being exerted in his mouth, but no
pain. Thank God. No pain. Pain is bad.
Dr. Gilmer brought a gloved hand to his jaw, gently pressing on the bone. A
tearing sound entered Tidus's ears as a pressure was felt in his jaw. It's wasn't
painful, but he could feel… something. Weird. As the dentist removed the tool
being used, Tidus stole a glance.
A screw. A copper colored, spiraled drill bit, 2 inches long.
/THEY WERE TWO INCHES IN HIS JAW?!/
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit…
"You can't feel anything, right?" the Dr. asked as he placed another tool on the
drill. Tidus tried to swallow, but failed, his mouth numb. He weakly shook his
head. The light from the lamp above was a pleasant thing to look at, as opposed
to the things… being shoved in his…
Don't think about it. Nopenopenope. Hi Mr. Light. I should've taken te gas. Then I
wouldn't be aware of all this…
Tidus squinted, notin movement above him. Dr. Gilmer's head moved back and
forth, from his mouth to utensiles the assistant was handig him. The octor's
glasses flashed, reflecting the light as he moved. Then, as the dentist looked
down again…
Tidus saw the inside of his mouth reflected in those glasses.
In the waiting room, Auron was flipping through a magazine when a blood-curling
scream erupted through the office. Alarmed, the red-robed guardian stood and
walked towards the front desk.
"Is he alright?" Auron asked the secretary. She stood and disappeared behind
the back doorway. She returned a few moments later.
"Apparently, he just passed out. Dr. Gilmer doesn't know why, but he needs to
finish the procedure or else the boy will be in a lot of pain when the Novocain
wears off."
"Oh," Auron said uncertainly.
Tidus was flooaattiinnggg…. Flooaattiinnggg….
And then there was light.
"Boy," someone said gruffly, shaking his shoulder. Dammit, leave me alone!
Tidus thought, I'm Flooaattiinngg and it's fuunnnnn….
"Tidus!"
Snapping his eyes open, Tidus stared up into the faces of Dr. Gilmer and Auron.
"Wath?" he asked, disoriented.
"We can go home now."
"Oh, Oqie," the boy burbled, his tongue lax and unresponsive. "Where am I?"
"The dentist."
"Wahy?"
"Root canal," Dr. Gilmer said. Root canal…. Oh gods! HIS POOR MOUTH!
"Tidus, Tidus! Stop screaming for Yevon's sakes!" Auron barked, grabbing the
boy's shoulders from behind.
"Wholths! Three wholths! Blooood! Hugth! My toooothhhhh… gonge!" Tidus
whimpered, pointed at Dr. Gilmer's head. "I thaw it… in your glathes…"
"Reflected in my /glasses/?" The dentist said in disbelief. "And you passed out?"
"Ummm…"
"Can we go now?" Auron said, yanking the boy to his feet.
"Buth I /hathe/ blood…" Tidus said softly, allowing Auron to drag him out of the
office.
"No chewing on that side for a week," the dentist instructed Auron, "And then he
has to come back for a permanent filling in two weeks. See you then." Auron
nodded, taking the bill printout. Halfway out the door, Auron stopped dead.
"Wath ith it?"
Auron said nothing, but leaned heavily on the doorframe, mouth gaping open.
Tidus pulled the paper from his mentor's hand and read the bill-
Over 800 dollars.
Tidus did what any normal boy would do. He took off running, Auron in tow.
"No fair! Noth fair! My mouth ith numb!" Tidus cried, running as fast as he could
towards home.
"Your mouth has nothing to do with your legs, boy! You're dead!" Auron hissed
after him, slower but his anger spurring him on.
Tidus spent the majority of that evening pouring out the two liters of pop in the
fridge, Auron watching like a hawk over his shoulder.
The end.
Tidus doing a girlie scream makes me snigger though.
Chapter 2
Tidus was shaking. A lot. His hands were folded in his lap, but clenched.
Auron's right, he thought. I am chicken shit sometimes.
Beside him, his dentist hummed softly to the music playing quietly in the
background. Tidus was aware of the pressure being exerted in his mouth, but no
pain. Thank God. No pain. Pain is bad.
Dr. Gilmer brought a gloved hand to his jaw, gently pressing on the bone. A
tearing sound entered Tidus's ears as a pressure was felt in his jaw. It's wasn't
painful, but he could feel… something. Weird. As the dentist removed the tool
being used, Tidus stole a glance.
A screw. A copper colored, spiraled drill bit, 2 inches long.
/THEY WERE TWO INCHES IN HIS JAW?!/
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit…
"You can't feel anything, right?" the Dr. asked as he placed another tool on the
drill. Tidus tried to swallow, but failed, his mouth numb. He weakly shook his
head. The light from the lamp above was a pleasant thing to look at, as opposed
to the things… being shoved in his…
Don't think about it. Nopenopenope. Hi Mr. Light. I should've taken te gas. Then I
wouldn't be aware of all this…
Tidus squinted, notin movement above him. Dr. Gilmer's head moved back and
forth, from his mouth to utensiles the assistant was handig him. The octor's
glasses flashed, reflecting the light as he moved. Then, as the dentist looked
down again…
Tidus saw the inside of his mouth reflected in those glasses.
In the waiting room, Auron was flipping through a magazine when a blood-curling
scream erupted through the office. Alarmed, the red-robed guardian stood and
walked towards the front desk.
"Is he alright?" Auron asked the secretary. She stood and disappeared behind
the back doorway. She returned a few moments later.
"Apparently, he just passed out. Dr. Gilmer doesn't know why, but he needs to
finish the procedure or else the boy will be in a lot of pain when the Novocain
wears off."
"Oh," Auron said uncertainly.
Tidus was flooaattiinnggg…. Flooaattiinnggg….
And then there was light.
"Boy," someone said gruffly, shaking his shoulder. Dammit, leave me alone!
Tidus thought, I'm Flooaattiinngg and it's fuunnnnn….
"Tidus!"
Snapping his eyes open, Tidus stared up into the faces of Dr. Gilmer and Auron.
"Wath?" he asked, disoriented.
"We can go home now."
"Oh, Oqie," the boy burbled, his tongue lax and unresponsive. "Where am I?"
"The dentist."
"Wahy?"
"Root canal," Dr. Gilmer said. Root canal…. Oh gods! HIS POOR MOUTH!
"Tidus, Tidus! Stop screaming for Yevon's sakes!" Auron barked, grabbing the
boy's shoulders from behind.
"Wholths! Three wholths! Blooood! Hugth! My toooothhhhh… gonge!" Tidus
whimpered, pointed at Dr. Gilmer's head. "I thaw it… in your glathes…"
"Reflected in my /glasses/?" The dentist said in disbelief. "And you passed out?"
"Ummm…"
"Can we go now?" Auron said, yanking the boy to his feet.
"Buth I /hathe/ blood…" Tidus said softly, allowing Auron to drag him out of the
office.
"No chewing on that side for a week," the dentist instructed Auron, "And then he
has to come back for a permanent filling in two weeks. See you then." Auron
nodded, taking the bill printout. Halfway out the door, Auron stopped dead.
"Wath ith it?"
Auron said nothing, but leaned heavily on the doorframe, mouth gaping open.
Tidus pulled the paper from his mentor's hand and read the bill-
Over 800 dollars.
Tidus did what any normal boy would do. He took off running, Auron in tow.
"No fair! Noth fair! My mouth ith numb!" Tidus cried, running as fast as he could
towards home.
"Your mouth has nothing to do with your legs, boy! You're dead!" Auron hissed
after him, slower but his anger spurring him on.
Tidus spent the majority of that evening pouring out the two liters of pop in the
fridge, Auron watching like a hawk over his shoulder.
The end.