A/N: Haha, whoops it looks like I feel out of the fandom for a bit, but I'm back! I had this on my computer for a bit and found out today I left this chapter nearly done. xD This chapter is based off of my sister and my experiences with our wisdom teeth being taken out, along with some random people's on the internet. (I assume most of you saw at least one funny wisdom teeth removal video. xD) Hope you guys enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own SVTFOE.

Star paced across the living room, nervously gnawing on her wand. Every few minutes or so she would send a worried look toward towards the front door.

The sound of Mrs. Diaz washing the dishes only made her more anxious. How could she be so calm at a time like this? Did she somehow forget that her son was having a surgery?

Star shivered at the thought. Very few Mewmans dared to go to a surgeon due to poor medical treatment. Heck, half of them died from the anesthesia itself. Marco once told her it sounded like medieval Earth, but she didn't really have any idea what he was talking about.

Her shoulders slumped, the hearts on her cheeks turning into little rain clouds. Poor Marco might not even live through surgery. Her eyes started to water up. Another close encounter to death and she couldn't even be there for him.

The sound of keys unlocking the door jolted her out of her depressing thoughts, and her hearts returned in full force. Star sprinted over to the door and yanked it open.

"Marco!" Star squealed after she saw her boyfriend.

Mr. Diaz had Marco's arm slung over his shoulder as the younger Diaz slumped against him. He looked out of it, his eyes staring blankly ahead. Long strands of medical gauze gave him the appearance of having walrus tusks. The sound of her voice drew his attention and his eyes brightened a bit.

"Hey, Star," Marco slurred, the gauze in his mouth and the numbness of his face affecting his speech. He clumsily unwrapped his arm from his father's shoulders to stagger towards her. "Hugs!"

Star flung her arms around him only to realize a mere second later that, no, Marco was not going to hold his own weight, let alone hers. Star huffed, bracing herself as she held him upright.

"I'm sorry, Star," Mr. Diaz said as he pulled his son off of her. "Mi hijo is a bit unsteady on his feet right now from the surgery. He should be better in a little bit."

"Will he… will he be alright?" Star asked, eyeing the gauze. A hand was placed on her shoulder.

"Of course he will," Mrs. Diaz said gently. "He just needs a bit of rest."

"First we need to change the gauze," Mr. Diaz said. He then started to lead his son to the couch, where Marco flopped on it as if he was a ragdoll. "It's been an hour since they put it in, and I'm sure he'll appreciate the lack of blood in his mouth."

Star followed the Diaz family as they cared for their son. After making sure he was comfortable on the couch, Mr. Diaz grabbed the small bag of clean gauze and gloves as Mrs. Diaz took the complementary ice bag to fill. Star watched Mr. Diaz like a hawk as he carefully removed and replaced the gauze, spewing out question after question about the process. He answered each question joyfully, commenting afterwards that she should try changing it for Marco next time, making Star beam at the prospect of helping.

By the time Mrs. Diaz had the bag filled with ice and put it on him, Marco had a fresh pair of gauze in and was ready to head to his room for much needed rest. Star and Mr. Diaz held on to either side of the drowsy teen as they guided him up the stairs and into his room.

Star left the adults take care of their son as she sprinted to her room to get more pillows for Marco. Grabbing an armful of her fluffiest pillows – only the best for her boyfriend – she made her way back to his room, which was now absent of his parents.

She dropped the pillows into a pile at the head of the bed and looked at her boyfriend. She gave a small smile as he dozed, noting that the ice bag wrapped around his head only made him look cuter. Using her wand, she carefully tucked a couple pillows under his head to keep it elevated and covered the boy with the rest.

Star giggled softly at the sight. He looked absolutely ridiculous surrounded in pink, white and animal shaped pillows. She gently petted his hair, spending a quick moment to push his bangs up and press a kiss to his forehead before leaving him to sleep.