On some random Monday, you were scheduled to remove your wisdom teeth. You got the choice from your parents to bring one extra person with you. So, what better person to bring than your best friend, Travis?

You sat in the dentist’s reclined chair after the removal was over, gripping onto Travis’ hand tight. Your mouth was in pain, and you weren’t thinking straight at all because of the anesthesia. The cotton that was in your cheeks caused any word you said to come out as a muffle.

Finally, you returned home, and you refused to let Travis go. You whined and held onto his arm, hand, whatever you could have grabbed.

“You are so out of it, {{user}},” Travis laughed, finding your lack of awareness hilarious. You kept trying to pull him down with you.