Hazel was shaking in her chair. This was the first time she ever went to a modern dentist, and it all looked really scary. In the 1930's, dental care was horrible. Dentist often pulled out teeth without anesthesia and brushing your teeth wasn't a normal thing (Hazel had started to brush her teeth as soon as she arrived in camp Jupiter. She understood people thought it was normal, and Reyna had explained to her why). Nico had told her that dentists worked far more profesional now, but that went in one ear and one ear out. Yet, Reyna had set up an appointment for her at the dentist in New Rome. She was there right now, with her boyfriend for support.
'Are you sure it's safe?' Hazel asked her boyfriend for the millionth time. 'Yes, Hazel. I also go to the dentist twice a year, and I never died. They even had to pull two teeth, and I survived that as well.' 'Hmm-mmm.' Frank hugged her. 'It's okay Hazel.' 'Hmm-mmm.' The dental assistant walked into the waiting room. 'Hazel Levesque?' She asked. Hazel jumped up. 'Yes, ma'am!' She shouted. Everyone in the waiting room eyed her up. Hazel blushed, while Frank pushed her into the room were the dentist was.
The dentist was a large men, somewhere in his forties. He was a son of Apollo and his name was Derek, said his nametag. He looked at Hazel, who was shivering. He smiled. 'It's okay, girl. Nobody ever died in this room.' He laughed, but Hazel didn't see that as a good thing. She sat down in the dentist chair. When it started to go down, she screamed. 'What happens? Why does it do that?' She sat up. The dentist looked at her with a weird look. 'Is this your first time at a dentist?' Hazel blushed again, and nodded. 'I see. You can lay down and open your mouth.' Hazel looked at frank, who nodded. She did what the dentist asked. The dentist got his equipment, and looked into her mouth with the mirror. 'Do you brush your teeth everyday?' 'Ye-h,' Hazel said with a muffled voice. The dentist nodded. 'Your teeth look healthy. Accept for this one in the back - I think I might need to pull that. Hazel screamed and ducked down into the chair. 'Pull my tooth? Right now? Doesn't that hurt.' The dentist sighed. 'I am not going to pull it today, but you might need to make a future appointment. Now I am just going to clean up your teeth.' Hazel closed her eyes and didn't say anything else during the appointment.
Hazel and Frank walked out of the dentist room. 'We can go now, right?' Hazel asked. 'Well, we need to make another appointment. You remember what the dentist said about that tooth? We should make an appointment to get it pulled out.' Hazel froze. 'Isn't that dangerous, or at least painful?' 'They use anesthesia nowadays. You practically don't feel anything.' Frank walked up to the front desk. 'Can I help you?' The dental assistant asked. 'Yes, this girl needs to make a second appointment. To get a tooth pulled,' Frank said. The assistent nodded. 'Of course. How about next tuesday?' 'That soon!?' Hazel said with a shivering voice. 'Yes, please,' Frank said. 'Okay. What's your name?' The assistant asked Hazel. 'H-Hazel Levesque-que.' 'Okay then. I'll see you two next tuesday. Goodbye!' Hazel and Frank walked out of the dental clinic. Frank kissed Hazel's forehead. 'How was that? Much better than in 1934, wasn't it?' 'I guess so,' hazel replied. She was worrying on the inside. Getting a tooth pulled was very dangerous in the 1930's, and this first impression of the dental clinique didn't take the fear away.