Me- Welcome back!
Chrona- My teeth still hurt…
Me- We'll try to fix that in this chapter.
Chapter 2- The Gas.
Chrona sat, twisting her hands into knots, in the sparkling white room. She was afraid to touch anything, scared that she might anger the mean-looking receptionist behind the counter. "Do we really have to do this?" She asked Maka, who was seated besides her, reading a book.
"Yes, Chrona, we do. You don't want your teeth to hurt anymore, do you?" The blonde puzzled, slightly concerned at how the girl was twisting her hands almost all the way back due to nerves.
"No, but I don't know how to deal with this place. It makes me really nervous." She said, daring a glance at Kid, who was reading a book on the art of symmetry. 'Wow, he looks good. I wish I had the nerve to tell him how I feel. But he'd laugh; maybe even never talk to me again. Man, I REALLY couldn't deal with that. Oh, well. Maybe I'll be braver someday…'
"OH PLEASE!" Came a raucously loud voice inside her head. "HE'D NEVER LIKE A SHRIMP LIKE YOU! ESPECIALLY WITH THAT BITCH BLAIR AROUND! Man, she's fine…." Ragnorok said, quieting down at last. Chrona couldn't keep down a small sob of despair.
"Chrona….?" Maka started, before the scary receptionist called Chrona's name. She was lead to a small room with one very small window. Inside was a chair, with a flat metal table next to it. Sitting down, she could see what was on it. A bunch of sharp metal tools that looked like something Medusa would use for her experiments. Chrona shuddered, before lying back and closing her eyes, trying to cut out all the noise. ' Be strong. Be strong.. for Kid…' Ignoring a scoff from her weapon partner, she smiled.
"Why, hello! You must be Chrona!" Came a cheery voice. Chrona opened her eyes to a tall man with glasses and scrubs on.
"H..hi…" Chrona muttered, intimidated. She noticed the man had something with him. It looked almost like a scuba mask, only without the snorkel in the top. Following the tube connected to it, she noticed a large green tank, propped up against the metal table. "What's that thing?" She said, pointing to it.
"Oh, your friend Maka told me your afraid of needles, so I brought in the Laughing Gas." He said, smiling like all doctors do. That calm, very practiced smile that told you everything would be okay, be never quit reached their eyes. "Now", he said, putting the mask over Chrona's face, " I want you to take 10 deep breaths"
"One.. two.. three..four..five.. six… seven….eight… nine… ten." Chrona counted in her head. Suddenly, she felt very lightheaded, and couldn't suppress a small giggle. "Huh? What's going on… what's wrong with me…" At that, she stopped worrying about it, and gontinued to giggle as the dentist went to work.
Me- Well, that was easy. A good job, even if I do say so myself.
Chrona- *Giggle*
Me- Hhhm, right. I wonder what's going to happen in the next chapter? Stick around to find out!
Chrona- *Staring off into space*