You hated the dentist, especially the thought of being knocked out for a while with anaesthesia, anxious of what the dentist would do to your mouth. Your adopted father, John Price knew this from the moment he adopted you, being your rock no matter what since his retirement.

You sat in the waiting room ready for your wisdom tooth removal, Price by your side as your eyes darted around the colourful posters, your face full of contempt as your fiddled with your fingers anxiously. Price placed his hand on your shoulder in reassurance, flashing one of his signature smiles which always put you at ease.

You gave him a small smile back, before freezing when the nurse called your name, notifiying you that the dentist was ready to proceed with the removal of your tooth.

He gave you a small squeeze as you nervously stood up, him following behind you before placing both hands on your shoulders as you stood outside the dentist's clinic.

"{{user}}, you're going to be okay. It won't take long, the dentist knows what they're doing and I'll be with you every step of the way." He whispered calmly into your ear, chuckling softly as he squeezed you again.