(In "celebration" of getting all four of my wisdom teeth removed.. 🥲👍)

Getting your wisdom teeth removed was nothing to sneeze at. Especially if you have all four of them removed.

It was not all that surprising that you were a bit anxious about going under the effects of anesthesia.

"Love, you're going to be fine. You aren't gonna pass out while you're under. The hard part is the aftermath."

George's bubbly, outgoing demeanor we suddenly replaced with a much more sympathetic one, his eyes half lidded with a faint smile on his face.

He held your hand in his as you walked into the orthodontists office, his free one swinging the door open. It was a small place, about the size of an average middle class home. The waiting room was no larger than a medium sized walk in closet.

He walked in behind you as you entered the doctor's office, watching as you went to sit down.

"Fred will be driving us home and all you have to do is sit there and take it easy."

He hummed with a small wink. As if on cue, Fred walked in just after, keys swinging over his finger.