The ping of my phone goes off, letting us know I have received a message. I groan, and roll over to grab it. By doing so I almost fall out of my tiny bed, but I still manage to grab my phone and read the text – which turns out to be a reminder from my agenda. 
                          
"Fuck!" I curse, and fall back on my bed. "What's wrong, dolcezza?" Vincenzo asks. 
                          
"I completely forgot I have an appointment with the dentist today, at 1 PM," I say, and yawn. "You still have time to get ready," he says, and pulls me back against his chest. 
                          
"But I don't like going to the dentist," I whine, and close my eyes. "Why do you need to go?" he asks, and brushes strands of hair away from my face.
                          
I sigh.
                          
"I need to get my wisdom teeth removed."
                          
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"You didn't need to come in with me," I say for the hundredth time. Why Vincenzo offered to come with me to the dentist, is still a mystery to me. Why would he like to come with me? I won't be fun to be around. 
                          
"Like I said: I wanted to come with you," he says. We're seated in the waiting room, with other people sitting next to us, waiting for their turn to be tortured.
                          
The dentist comes out, an elderly woman with blonde hair, which is slightly greying at the front. 
                          
"Athena Robertson?" she asks and looks around in the room. I stand up from my chair, and take my bag. "That's me," I say. Vincenzo follows my movements and walks with me to the dentist. 
                          
"For your wisdom teeth, I see. Come with me," she says, and she notices me and Vincenzo both following her.
                          
"Uhm, there's no one allowed to come with us, sorry," she says, meaning Vincenzo can't come with me. 
                          
He nods. "Alright, I'll be right here when you come back," he says, and pecks my lips. I smile up at him. "Alright," I whisper, and our ways part.  
                          
"It's always nice to see a couple supporting each other with these kind of things," the woman laughs as we walk to the room where the teeth will be removed. 
                          
I press my lips together, and nod awkwardly. "Yeah..."
                          
We enter the room, and I inwardly start crying when I see that terrifying chair, and all those sharp objects that will go into my mouth. 
                          
"You can take place, I will get the anesthesia while you make yourself comfortable," she smiles, and exits the room. I take a seat on the chair, and lean backwards. My hair falls like a curtain behind me, and I put my hands on my stomach, not knowing what to do with them.
                          
Not much later, the woman enters again, with her – probably – assistant trailing behind her. 
                          
"Now, we'll just going to give you the anesthesia, so you won't feel a thing," the assistant smiles at me. I nod. "Okay," I say. 
                          
But I didn't realize they were going to involve a needle in it. "W-wait," I say, and my eyes widen. 
                          
"Don't be scared, darling. It will be quick," the assistant says, and grabs my hand. I squeeze hard, and look into her eyes. 
                          
"I'll count to three, and then she'll give you the anesthesia," she smiles. I breathe out, and nod. "Alright," I whisper. The woman counts to three, and then I feel the objects piercing my skin. I tense up, and feel the liquid seep into my system, mingling with my blood.
                          
"You have really pretty eyes, I like your color," the woman smiles. My eyes slowly start falling closed, and I can't find the strength to even mutter a 'thank you'.