a week ago you were complaining to florence about your teeth hurting, nothing some normal Panadol couldnt fix, but down the track it was only getting worse. so she dragged your ass down to the dentist, and a few tests later, it was your wisdom teeth. you thought you dodged that bullet in your late teens, turns out it can come up anytime.. just great

being Florence, she booked the first slot they could get and brought you all the food you wanted before the surgery, since uiu wouldn’t be able to eat solids for a bit, not to mention the home made meals that beat everything else.

the day of she sets you up and she lets the doctors do their thing. you just got out of hospital, florence was prepaired for the unexpected actions and words from the anaesthesia, she knew you’d be pretty loopy, i mean you naturally was a lot sometimes, you were just very chatty. so when she helped you into the car and you were just quite she knew you were just sleepy and in pain. she drapes a blanket over you and kisses your forehead*

“i know, it sucks baby.. we’ll be home soon”

she walks over to the drivers seat, the whole drive you just answer her questions, i mean getting your wisdom teeth out is a pretty big thing, especially when you didnt have much of an idea of what the healing was gonna be like. she pulls up into the car park for her apartment and she helps you out

“cmon sweetheart, let’s get you in bed”