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Well guys. I'm sorry for the wait. I did have some dentist appointments. And I'm actually quite happy I waited until after them to write more because I now know exactly what happens when a tooth is fixed, and what will happen next and everything. So, just like you all probably know this story will be based on my own story since I broke a tooth (even though I wasn't in as much pain as Nick. And I went with it for months instead of only one day before I got a dentist appointment)

I have now finished a story called a light in the dark. So that's six stories down.

Anyway, I might as well start the actual chapter now.

A few hours after I had gone into Cassie I sat by the kitchen table at my dad and I's place, hearing as my dad spoke on the phone with the dentists' office and still feeling pounding towards the back of my mouth. Even though what Cassie had given me had made it lots better.

"There we go." Dad hung up after what felt like hours.

"You have an appointment tomorrow at ten forty A. M. At a doctor Winter's." I nodded slightly. "Now, is there something I can help you with here? Homework?"

I just glared at him- how was I supposed to do this when I wouldn't concentrate anyway.

"At least try and do some, why won't you?" I just glared back at him while I could hear him sighing as he shook his head. I wasn't exactly the person who would willingly do my homework. So with my tooth still throbbing, taking what little I had for concentration normally…

There was a knock on the door and I looked up when Cassie and Grace came inside.

"Hello Nick… Sam…" Cassie greeted. "Are you feeling any better, how's the pain?" Dad nodded to them and he started talking to Grace about some mathematics competition or medical terms or whatever their conversations

"Well I don't feel like ripping half my face off right now so something must have helped."

"But, does it still hurt?"

I felt it for a second. In all honesty it kept feeling as if it was about to hurt more than what it did already. But it was still far less than what I had felt when I went to Cassie's store.

I sighed deeply, then was reminded the answer was still "yes" when the air going through it caused icy feeling shoot through it again.

"Yes. It does still hurt…"

I now knew of course that a time was booked at the dentists'. But then I hated the dentist. And a part of me felt like crying while I wanted to rip the dang tooth out in one single move and just have it done once and for all.

"You should be used to it a little bit…" Dad suddenly interrupted my thoughts when I realized he was talking to me again. "…You had braces… From what I hear those hurt quite badly too…"

It wasn't like dad had ever noticed when he spent all of his time at the hospital…

"Did you, use to have braces?"

I felt with my tongue along the retainers glued to the insides of my front teeth without answering Grace's question that had sounded snorty to me. I just couldn't stand this anymore and without answering I got up from the table, went into my room and slammed the door shut after me.

The answer was yes, I did use to have braces.

Only for some months anyway and only in my upper jaw, but I did have those. Even though I rather forget all about them after remembering Noah's and everybody else's comments about them.

Then, just as the pain stroke again I couldn't help but remember how the dentist I went to slapped my shoulder where I laid, giving me a long scolding about how bad my teeth looked and how I needed to brush them more properly. Along with flossing.

…"I know…" I remembered my own voice. "….And I'm trying to remember doing it every morning and every evening. But then I just forget…"

"It's very important that you remember doing it…"

I thought back to something I couldn't quite remember, when I had started with not doing it properly every day. When I had been thinking I could do it tonight or tomorrow. I must have started it some time…

I swore at myself, maybe if I had just kept doing as my parents and my dentist always told me, I wouldn't be here today. With the toothpaste and floss always used could have kept me as clean and strong as needed and I wouldn't be here today.

And with it, I probably wouldn't have been afraid of going to the dentist in the first place.

I went into the bathroom and in front of the mirror I stuck my fingers in the corners of my lips and grinned so I could see all of my front teeth in the mirror. Surely the gum should be covering the teeth more than what it did.

What if I went to the dentist tomorrow, and after all several of my teeth just needed to be taken out completely…

Whatever conclusion it would come to, at the dentist I must know that during a way too long time I barely brushed my teeth ever, at all.

Every second passing by felt like hours. And I knew if what Cassie had given me didn't help any better than what it had already had I wouldn't sleep at all tonight.

"Well…." I took the bottle from my bag again. "…I guess now I'll finally found out if my teeth are falling out. Hopefully I'll still have teeth left when I leave the dentist's tomorrow…"

Random fact

I'm ashamed to say a bit too much of this chapter is based on reality. The braces/ retainer too (It's for a line in the next chapter). Although I had braces not only for a few months or on my front teeth, but around all of my teeth for three years.