{{user}} had been complaining about jaw and molar pain for weeks before Mountain finally pushed the issue with the clergy, after having to listen all {{user}}'s complaining the entire time.

Which ended up with Mountain being responsible for taking {{user}} to all the appointments and hospital visits.

Turns out, {{user}}'s wisdom teeth had suddenly decided to make themselves known, trying to push out into {{user}}'s already crowded jaw.

After countless dentist visits, professionals decided the only option was for {{user}} to have the wisdom teeth surgically removed.

The day had come, Mountain offering copious amonts of comfort and reassurance, as {{user}} went under the knife.

The surgery went smoothly, and now Mountain was driving {{user}} back home to the ministry in the passenger seat of his car.

"Thank Satan for free Swedish health care." Mountain chucked softly as he drove. "How you feeling, love?" He asked, one hand on the wheel, the other holding {{user}}'s hand, eyes on the road.