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Care for me Fogfire Summary: You're there to care for your boyfriend after his wisdom teeth get removed. That's it, that's the fic. Just Fluff. Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Relationship: Kirishima Eijirou/Reader Character: Kirishima Eijirou Additional Tags: wisdom tooth removal Language: English Stats: Published:2023-12-06 The dentist had been kind enough to let you stay with Eijiro until the anesthesia kicked in and his hand fell limp in yours. You’ve got your phone set up by the time he wakes up. He blinks sluggishly, groans low in his throat, and raises his hands, no doubt to touch his swollen cheeks. “Uh uh,” You move to intercept him, take your hands in his. “No touching.” “Whu?” He asks, eyes slowly focusing on you. You can tell when his vision clears because a pretty pink blush drapes over his cheeks and burns his ears. “Hi.” You smile at him. “Nice to see sleeping beauty wake up.” “Sneepin buty?” He mumbles around the gauze in his mouth. He points at himself with a questioning look in his eyes. “Yep.” You pop the p. “You’re my pretty boy. My baby.” His blush intensifies in color. It’s almost as red as his hair now and he shyly averts his eyes for a second before he looks back at you. You know that game. You don’t take your eyes off him and he smiles, wincing when that hurts his cheeks. “Careful.” You reach out your hand and caress the sensitive area with your hand. “It’s gonna take some time, but you did good, champ.” He mumbles but the door slides open. “Mr. Kirishima, it’s good to have you back. I’m afraid we have to clear out this room soon. How about we get you seated first and then move on to getting up?” It’s slow progress, but fifteen minutes later Kirishima’s leaning heavily onto you as you wait for an Uber. His nose is nuzzling into your hair and he’s whining, low and needy, as you try not to falter beneath his weight. “I’m here, I’m here.” You soothe him. You expected him to be whiny. By now you know that this side of him always breaks out when he’s in a predicament. While you hate for him to feel bad, you love this side of him. The side of him that asks for help, support, and touch instead of feeling like he’s the one everyone needs to depend on. Luckily heating soup doesn’t take that many steps but then it’s time to eat and Eijiro’s brows furrow in the way they do when he’s trying to figure out something difficult. Kirishima wakes up to the sound of his own voice, sluggish and slow. For a moment he’s confused. If he can hear himself, is he still in his own body? And if so, why does his mouth hurt so bad?” “Baby?” He mumbles, blinks against exhaustion pulling at him. He moves all ten of his fingers, relieved when he can feel your skin beneath them. “Hey, sleepyhead.” He can feel your lips press against his hair. “How did you sleep?” “Fine.” He mumbles back and yawns, winces when that makes his mouth hurt even worse. “What happened to my mouth?” “You got your wisdom teeth removed, remember? There’s some water for you on the nightstand.” He turns his head. Indeed, a bottle of water. He scoots up to a sitting position, pulls you with him for good measure, and takes it. The water, albeit lukewarm, washes away the least of his confusion. “Did you video me?” He asks. You nod and pull out your phone. “I recorded you waking up. It’s so cute. My little baby.” You coo and for a whole minute, the video is just him, snoring softly. Kirishima had known you’d do that. And he might not want his friends to see him like this, but there’s something he can never get tired of - the fondness in your eyes when you watch a video of him, the pull of your mouth when you coo at what he’s doing, how you laugh when he blushes and pull closer to kiss his nose when the Eijro in the video and the Eijiro next to him in bed turn the same shade of red. He’s not mad that you record him, not when he gets to see you fawn over him both in real life and in recording. https://archiveofourown.org/works/52070539

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Wisdom Teeth MagicSchoolbusDropout08 Summary: After Will has his wisdom teeth out, Mike questions the wisdom of ever giving him drugs again. Does he change his mind watching his boyfriend be silly and cute? Mike watches Will, who is currently high as a kite on pain medication and anesthesia from having his wisdom teeth out. “Miiiike!” Will cheers as soon as he walks into Will’s bedroom, toasting with a hand with… a Lego in it? “Hhhhhhi!” “Wow, you are drugged up.” Mike chuckles as he walks in and plops down next to his boyfriend of a year. “How was it?” Will makes an absolutely adorable pout and flops over backwards. “Eeeeeeeevil. Evillllll.” Mike’s sure he’s turning red with how hard he’s trying not to laugh. “Oh yeah?” Will nods, eyes focused on Mike. “The… the dentist… he… had this big needle. He’s a… mmmad scientist. Frankenstein.” Well, he’s not too drugged to make literary references. “He… the big needle-” Will giggles, waving his hands around. “-he made everything wooshy.” “Wooshy.” Mike repeats back. “Mm-hmm. Woosh.” Will nods sagely. “An’ everything was spinny.” “Wow.” Mike breathes, and if he says much more, he’s gonna laugh so hard he throws up. “I know, rrright?” Will slurs. “An’ I think he’s evill.” “Why?” Will leans in conspiratorially. “He… he stole my teeth! They… made me sleepy… an’ then I woke up, an’... it’s all gone! He stole my teeth! I wanted to keep those!” He pouts again, and Mike can’t help himself: he bursts out laughing at the genuinely devastated expression on Will’s puffy face. “Oh, no! Poor baby!” Mike coos between peals of laughter. Will pouts even more. “Whhhat?” “They… took your teeth to, um… give to the tooth fairy.” Mike giggles. Will’s eyes widen in horror. “Nnnnnnnno! A fairy? Fairies are… they’re worse than dentists! They steal Legoes!” “Nobody’s gonna steal your Legoes, Will.” Mike grins. Will’s eyes are wide and sad, but they’re also trusting. “Okay.” Will sniffles. “Can I help you?” Mike smiles. Will cups his cheeks, and his slightly-bruised eyes stare into Mike’s with a very strange intensity. “Mike.” Will says seriously. “Yourr eyes…” “Oh?” Mike says. “They’re… so prettyyyyy…” Will whispers in awe, moving his thumbs to touch Mike’s eyelids. “Big… big pretty cow eyes.” “Cow eyes, huh?” “Big n’ warm n’ soft…” Will says. “I love themmmm… Mikey Moo Moo…” Mike bursts out laughing again. Will pouts even more somehow as he strokes Mike's cheeks. “Noooo… don’t laugh, Mikey Moo Moo… it’s true…” He nods firmly, as if solidifying his point, and it makes Mike laugh even harder, enough that his ribs hurt and his eyes prick with tears. “Alright, alright, I’m not laughing at you, babe.” Mike laughs, trying to stifle it. “I love you.” Will stares into his eyes for a weirdly long time before he headbutts Mike in the forehead. “You do?” Will pulls away, staring out his bedroom window, apparently lost in thought. It’s a minute of silence, broken only by the muffled snickers Mike can’t suppress all the way, before Will bursts out in tears. “I dunno!” Will sobs. “I want ice cream now…” Will sniffles. “Carry me…” “One sec, babe, okay?” Mike smiles. He wraps his arms around Will’s waist, and Will’s arms fly to around his neck, clinging to Mike as he stands up. “Yaaay!!” Will cheers, head getting heavier. Instead of carrying him to the kitchen, though, Mike hefts him before dropping him on the bed. “Noooo-” Will complains, hands scrabbling at Mike’s shoulders and trying to pull him down with him. “No, babe, I’ll be right back- let me go- ah!” Mike complains as Will manages to tug him almost on top of him. Somehow, despite Will’s protests, he manages to extract himself from the grip, and Will whines a bit before settling back down, flopping against the pillows with a huff. Mike goes to the kitchen, smiling the whole way and still laughing a little bit. Once he’s there, he rummages through the freezer and fridge until he’s found a pint of strawberry ice cream. As he’s grabbing a spoon, though- “Miiiiiiiiiiiiiike!” Will calls. “Miiiiiike! Are y’coming back?” “I’m here, Will!” Mike calls back, trying so hard not to just collapse from how funny his boyfriend is being. “I’m just getting your ice cream!” “Come backkkkkkkkkk-” Will slurs. “I miss youuuuuuu-” “I'm literally in the kitchen!” he shouts. Mike smiles as he grabs the food, drink, and spoon and heads to the room, where Will is splayed weirdly. As soon as he enters, Will’s eyes light up like he's been gone for days instead of thirty seconds. “Mikey Moo Moo!” “Here you go, babe.” Mike smiles, putting down the foodstuffs and helping Will sit up, propping him against the pillows and headboard. “Now do you want ice cream?” Will nods, still pouting, though the second he takes a spoonful of ice cream, it disappears. “Whoaaaaaaa…” Will gasps. “Mmmm… cold…” “Good, huh?” Mike smiles. Will nods, looking at Mike with big eyes. “Good.” Mike says, smiling as he gently cups Will’s cheeks to lean his head forward for a forehead kiss. “I love you. Even if you’re weird when you’re high.” “Hmm? No, ‘m short.” Will slurs, taking another bite before scooping more and holding it over to Mike. “Y’want some?” “No, babe, I’m okay. Scoot over?” Mike says. Will does, leaning his head on Mike’s shoulder as he quietly munches away on ice cream. “Love you, Mike.” Will slurs, the near-empty ice cream settling in his lap as his head gets heavier. “Love you too.” Mike smiles. Will’s head gets even heavier, and he soon starts softly snoring. Mike smiles and presses a kiss to his forehead, taking away the ice cream and setting it on the nightstand. Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Relationship: Will Byers/Mike Wheeler Stats: Published:2024-07-31 Language: English

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much better. norahdevore Summary: Kurt gets his wisdom teeth out and is a cutie pie about it. takes place a few months after the wedding in s6 Fandom: Glee Relationship: Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel Work Text: Blaine sighed, checking his watch. Kurt had been in there for 40 minutes now. Why was getting four teeth out taking that long? Did something happen? Was he just not fully aware of some part of the process? His worries were quelled when Kurt walked out of the small hallway in their dentist’s office, slightly supported by two dental hygienists. “Kurt,” he breathed, getting up from the chair and running over to him. “Oh my gosh, you’re okay!” “Hmmm?” Kurt blinked woozily, leaning forward. “Woah. You’re like… so pretty. So pretty.” One of the hygienists laughed, handing Blaine another pamphlet. He had already gotten three today. “I assume you’ve got all the prescriptions already picked up?” “Yep. I got them all from the CVS yesterday.” He nodded, one arm holding Kurt up. “So, soft foods, gauze, meds, and… anything else?” “Ice packs to prevent swelling, no exercise for at least 48 hours, you know the rest. We’ll have him in to check the extraction sites in a few days. Make sure his wife’s got all that.” Kurt burst out laughing. “Wife? M’so gay. Soooo gay. I have like, a boyfriend n’ everything. He’s so pretty.” He didn’t seem to be aware that Blaine was currently holding him. “Oh. Well. We hope you heal well.” The two women helped Kurt to his and Blaine’s car, making sure he wasn’t straining himself, whispering to each other before they left. Blaine rolled his eyes, before brushing some of Kurt’s hair out of his eyes. “Hey, my love. How ya’ feelin'?” “Where’s Blaine? He’s my boyfrien’.” Blaine laughed, helping to buckle Kurt in before walking around to the driver's side and getting in. “I’m Blaine. And I’m not your boyfriend, I’m your husband.” Kurt’s eyes widened. “What? No… that’s so crazy. Crazyyy.” He laughed hysterically to himself, the bloody gauze starting to fall from his mouth. “Hey babe, you’ve got to keep that in. Don’t want those stitches exposed until they’re a bit more healed. And less bloody.” He took the gauze gingerly, placing it along Kurt’s gums once more. “Why’s it s’bloody. Did I get attacked?” Kurt gasped, leaning back against the seat. “Am I gonna get a scar…” He pouted, looking up at Blaine. “No, you’re not going to get a scar. At least not on your face. You got your wisdom teeth out.” He giggled, kissing Kurt softly on the cheek. “And let’s be glad that you don’t have a scar from that.” “Would be cool though…” Kurt sighed, looking out the window as Blaine began to drive. “They took away all my smartness?” “No, that’s just what the teeth are called-” “They don’t want me to succeed. They took the smart away.” “Hon, it’s just your back teeth-” “I’M RUINED. I’LL NEVER BE A FAMOUS MATHEMATICIAN NOW!!” Kurt burst into tears, slamming his head back against the seat. Blaine tried not to laugh. “Hey, you never wanted to be a famous mathematician. And even if you did, they’re just teeth. Not actual wisdom.” He rubbed Kurt’s shoulder. “Oh. Right. Math sucksss.” He wiped his eyes, giggling to himself. “I feel like so silly banana. Silly little banana.” “You are so zonked out right now, aren’t you.” “Uh-huh.” Kurt pointed out the window at the partly cloudy evening sky. “I think clouds are squimgy,” he declared, crossing his arms. “What does that even mean?” “If I grabbed a cloud and hugged it, it would go, ‘squimg.’” He said this emphatically as if it was common knowledge, voice a bit muffled from the swelling. “Mhm. What if you go hug some pillows while you sleep this off? That’s a better idea than clouds, don’t you think?” He cupped Kurt’s swollen cheek softly as they pulled into a parking spot in front of their apartment. “Are you gonna leave? I don’ want you to…” Kurt grabbed Blaine’s hand, rubbing it against his smooth, not as swollen cheekbones. “No Kurt, I’m not gonna leave. I’ll be there the whole time.” He smiled, opening the car door and walking around to the other side to get Kurt. “You said you-you weren’t going to leave and then you left,” Kurt said, tears already rolling down his face. “Hey, no, no I’m here. Blaine’s here, I just got out of the car to come around to your side, see? Kurt, baby, open your eyes.” “Nuh-uh.” “Kurt, it’s Blaine.” “Blaine wouldn’ leave..” “Mhm. That’s why I didn’t leave.” Blaine reached out, tipping Kurt’s chin up slightly. “Oh. It’s you. I love you.” He stretched out his arms, letting his husband pick him up bridal style, giggling. “I love you too. So much.” “How much?” “This much!” Blaine spun around in circles, still holding tightly to Kurt. “Enough that I will do big spins for you instead of little ones.” “So cool. Y’know what else is cool?” Kurt tilted his head back, looking over Blaine’s shoulder in awe as he mounted the stairs of their apartment building. “What’s cool, lovey?” “Pitch Perfect. I like tha’ movie. S’got Elizabeth Banks, and… the other people… I just don’ like that there had to be a romance. Like, I like romance but the love story is the least interesting part of that movie by far.” He rambled on like this for a little while, finally stopping when Blaine laid him on their bed. He grabbed a set of sweatpants and a hoodie from their bureau, something that Kurt would most definitely refuse in a more lucid condition, and helped them onto his husband before grabbing a blanket and tucking him in. “Are you ready to sleep this anesthesia off, lovebug?” Kurt sighed, cuddling into a pillow. “I dunno, it’s kinda nice…” Blaine laughed softly, kissing Kurt’s forehead and stroking his hair until he finally fell into the recesses of a deep sleep. A couple of hours later, Blaine returned to their room. He had gone to the kitchen to prepare some lemon Jello (A pre-wisdom teeth removal Kurt’s request) and oatmeal (The doctor’s recommendation.) Kurt was still sleeping, a bit of drool tugging on the corner of his mouth, pooling on the pillow. Blaine picked up the towel that he had for this purpose, wiping it up and then wiping off the blood from his husband’s bottom lip. “Mmmmm….” Kurt hummed softly, rolling over and stretching. “Where’d the dentist go? She was right here.” He looked around the room, blinking, a confused expression upon his red swollen face. “Well hello, sleepyhead!” Blaine placed the cloth between them, kissing Kurt’s forehead. “The dentist isn’t here sweetie, the surgery’s over. You’re home now.” “Are my teeth gone?” Kurt used his tongue to feel around inside his mouth, gasping at the salty taste. “Blehhhh…” “Yeah, it’s only been like, 3 hours?” Blaine held out a glass of water, helping Kurt take a sip. He swallows it, flinching and bringing a hand up to his mouth. “It hurts really bad. Can you fix it?” Blaine frowns, propping himself up on the headboard and letting Kurt lean on his shoulder. “I’m sorry baby, we could try a cold towel? Or an ice pack. I have bothhhh,” he said, grinning and holding up the aforementioned items. “Towel is less heavy. So that.” Blaine gently draped the cold, damp towel over Kurt’s swollen cheek, earning a sigh of relief from his husband. “Better?” Blaine asked, running his fingers idly through Kurt’s hair. Kurt nodded, his eyes at half-mast once again as he nestled into Blaine’s warmth. “Much better.” Language: English Stats: Published:2023-09-21Words:1,257

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Wisdom Teeth maevieluv Summary: Seungmin got his wisdom teeth taken out, Minho is there to take care of him Little: Seungmin Caregiver: Minho Fandom: Stray Kids (Band) Relationship: Kim Seungmin/Lee Minho | Lee Know Language: English Seungmin, being none the wiser, just let out sleepy giggles from where he was placed. It was early Friday morning when Seungmin got his wisdom teeth removed, and he was currently being driven home by Minho. Seungmin, fresh out of surgery, was pretty loopy from the medication given him. "Aw we home yet?" Seungmin asked, his words being muffled by the gauze in his mouth. "Not yet Seungminnie, we still have about another five minutes until we get home." Minho replied momentarily looking at Seungmin before placing his eyes back on the road. "why do I hab yucky gum in my mouf?" Seungmin asked, a look of confusion drawn on his face. "Sweetheart that's not gum, you have gauze in your mouth. The doctor gave you some to help with the bleeding." Minho replied, chuckling lightly. Seungmin looked over to Minho with a mortified look on his face, "I have jaws in my mouth?! Like... like da movie?!” Seungmin let out a loud gasp “did da doctor turn minnie into a shark?!" Minho snorted, very amused at Seungmin’s theories. “dada dis ish bery serious!” Minho couldn't contain himself anymore and burst out laughing, now wishing he had brought another member with him to record Seungmin. "daddy dis is no funny! minnie been tuwned to a shawk!! minnie don' wanna eat peopwe!" Seungmin cried, desperation in his voice. "Don't worry baby, you're not a shark. You're still daddy's little prince." Minho said, reaching his hand out to grab Seungmins, who giggled at the affection. "daaadddyyyy minnies tiwweeddd." Seungmin whined while rubbing his eyes with his balled up fist. "You can sleep baby, I'll ca-" Minho cut himself off when he looked over at Seungmin, who was already deep in sleep. "Cutie." Minho whispered while staring fondly at his baby for a second before looking back on the road. Stats: Published:2023-11-03

I'm Already Taken (by you) SarunoHadaki Summary: Albedo helps his boyfriend with his wisdom tooth removal surgery. Fandom: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game) Relationship: Albedo/Scaramouche (Genshin Impact) Language: English Stats: Published:2023-10-23 After the successful surgery and removal of Scara's four wisdom teeth, Albedo helped get him cleaned up. In the process, he glanced down, noticing the stains of blood around his mouth where they'd made a bit of a mess. Albedo couldn't help the smile that spread across his lips. Somehow, this felt very Scaramouche to him. Although the serenity of his expression, not so much. Scaramouche was cleaned up with a wrap around his head and gauze in his mouth by the time he'd started to wake. Albedo had finished with his other patients for the day, making Scara his last and largest priority of the evening. Albedo pulled up a chair and sat down at his bedside as he slowly started to open his eyes. Scara still had a finger affixed to an IV as he brought the hand up and pressed his palm against his cheek. "Where'd my mouth go?" he asked, his voice thick with sleep. His fingers smeared across his lower jaw, his eyes screwed up in confusion. "I numbed it for you," Albedo said. "Why?" "I removed your back molars." "Don't I need those?" "No." "Can I have them back?" Scara asked, his eyebrows curling up with worry, the lower lip preparing to wobble as if warning for tears. "No." "Why not?" "Because you don't need them, sweetie," Albedo said. Scara's eyes popped open and he reared back. "Sweetie? Umm, I'm already taken." "By who?" "Uhh his name is... my partner." Albedo tried his best to hold back a grin. Ah, yes. "My partner." How should Albedo handle this situation? Should he break the truth to him or let him flounder a little longer? "What does he look like?" "He's, uh, really handsome, and, erm." Scaramouche shifted in his seat as Albedo reached for his hand. "I already know him, actually," Albedo said. "My name is Albedo and we've been together for the last four and a half years." "We- we are." Scaramouche's jaw dropped open a second time and Albedo grinned. "You did a very good job today. Are you ready to go home?" "With you?" "Yes? We live together." "Oh." Albedo laughed and reached to tuck some loose strands behind Scara's ears. His mouth remained open, a little like a slack-jawed toddler, but Albedo found the image quite cute. Back in the car, Albedo strapped Scara into his car seat. He barely managed to get himself buckled in although he was compliant enough not to be a huge issue. He mostly kept his arms at his sides and played with the gauze in his mouth, which resulted in a brief scolding to tell him not to do that again. Once Albedo and Scaramouche managed to come to an agreement about not playing with his mouth, Albedo started the drive home. It wouldn't be long, ten minutes at most, with only two traffic lights along the way. "You did a really good job at the dentist today." "Are the teeth out?" "Yes?" Albedo said with a laugh. "Are you tired? Maybe you should sleep." "Okay," Scara said. He closed his eyes. Albedo hummed and stroked the side of his face. "Hey, Albedo?" Scara whispered. "Yes?" "Did you take pictures? Video?" "No." "Can we never talk about this again?" Albedo laughed. "Your secret is safe with me." "And let me propose properly." "Of course." Albedo hummed.

ᴺᵒᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᴮᵘᵗ ᵀʰᵉ ᵀᵒᵒᵗʰ ⁽ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ ᶠᵃⁿᶠⁱᶜ⁾ "ᔆʰᵉˡᵈᵒⁿ ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʷᵃᵏᵉ‧‧‧" ᴱᵘᵍᵉⁿᵉ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ᵐᵘᵐ ˢᵃʷ ᔆʰᵉˡᵈᵒⁿ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵐᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿʸ ⁿᵒⁱˢᵉ ᵒʳ ᵐᵒᵛᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗ‧ ᴴᵉ'ˢ ⁱⁿ ˢᵘʳᵍᵉʳʸ ᶠᵒʳ ʷⁱˢᵈᵒᵐ ᵗᵉᵉᵗʰ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃ ᵈᵉⁿᵗⁱˢᵗ ʰᵉˡᵈ ʰⁱˢ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ʷʰⁱˡˢᵗ ᵃˢˢⁱˢᵗᵃⁿᵗˢ ᵖᵘᵗ ᵃ ᵍᵃᵘᶻᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵇᵒᵗʰ ˢⁱᵈᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱˢ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰ ᵉᵃᶜʰ‧ ᴬⁿᵈ ᴱᵘᵍᵉⁿᵉ⸴ ʰᵉ'ˢ ʷᵃⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵘʳᵍᵉʳʸ‧ ᴼⁿˡʸ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ ᵍᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵘʳᵍᵉʳʸ ᵗᵒᵈᵃʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᶜᵃˡˡᵉᵈ ᴹˢ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵉˣᵗʳᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ‧ ᴱᵘᵍᵉⁿᵉ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ˡᵉᵗ ᴼˡᵈ ᴹᵃⁿ ᴶᵉⁿᵏⁱⁿˢ ᵗʳʸ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵇᵘʳᵍᵉʳ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵈᵉᶜⁱᵈᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʷᵃⁱᵗ ᔆʰᵉˡᵈᵒⁿ‧ ᴵᵗ'ˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵃˢᵗ ˢᶜʰᵒᵒˡ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᵍʳᵃᵈᵘᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ‧ "ᴴᵉ'ˢ ⁿᵘᵐᵇᵉᵈ ˢᵒ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵃˡᵃʳᵐᵉᵈ ⁱᶠ ʰᵉ ˡⁱˢᵖ ᵒʳ ᵈⁱˢᵒʳⁱᵉⁿᵗᵉᵈ‧ ᴴᵉ'ˢ ᵈʳᵒᵒˡᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵉ ᶜˡᵉᵃⁿᵉᵈ ᵘᵖ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᵈʳᵒᵒˡ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ‧" "ᴴʰʰ‧‧‧" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ ᵃⁿᵗᵉⁿⁿᵃᵉ ᵗʷⁱᵗᶜʰᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ʷᵒᵏᵉ ᵘᵖ‧ ᵀʰᵉʸ ᵍᵃᵛᵉ ᴹˢ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ⁱⁿˢᵗʳᵘᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵍᵃᵘᶻᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ‧ ᔆʰᵉˡᵈᵒⁿ'ˢ ᵉʸᵉ ᵒᵖᵉⁿˢ‧ "ᴴᵉʸ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈⁱᵈ ⁱᵗ; ˢᵒ ᶠᵃˢᵗ!" ᔆʰᵉˡᵈᵒⁿ ᵗʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒᵐᵖʳᵉʰᵉⁿᵈ‧ "ᵀʰᵉʸ ᵍᵒᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵐᵒˡᵃʳˢ ʳᵉᵐᵒᵛᵉᵈ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴱᵘᵍᵉⁿᵉ'ˢ ʷᵃⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ! ᶜᵃⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ‧‧‧" ᴹˢ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ʰᵉˡᵖᵉᵈ ʰⁱᵐ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵘʳᵍᵉʳʸ‧ "ᴸᵉᵗ'ˢ ᵍᵒ!" ᴱᵘᵍᵉⁿᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᔆʰᵉˡᵈᵒⁿ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ˢᵉᵃᵗ ʷʰⁱˡˢᵗ ᴹˢ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ᵈʳⁱᵛᵉˢ‧ "ᵂᵉᵉ!" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰˢ‧ "ᴹᵘᵐ ʷʰʸ‧‧‧" "ᴱᵘᵍᵉⁿᵉ ʰᵉ ʳᵉᶜᵉⁱᵛᵉᵈ ᵐᵉᵈⁱᶜⁱⁿᵉ ⁱⁿ ˢᵘʳᵍᵉʳʸ‧" "ᴵ ʷʰᵃᵃ⁻ ˢ⁻ˢᵘʳᵉ⸴ ˢᵘʳᵍᵉ‧‧‧" "ᔆᵘʳᵍᵉʳʸ! ᴬⁿᵈ ʸᵉˢ ᴵ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉ'ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃᶜᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ!" "ᴵ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᶜᵒⁿᶜᵉʳⁿᵉᵈ ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉ'ˢ ᵒᵛᵉʳʷʰᵉˡᵐᵉᵈ‧‧" "ᴵ ᵃ ˡⁱ’ˡ ᶜˡᵒᵘᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵃ’ ˢᵏʸ⁻ʸ!" "ᵂᵉ'ʳᵉ ʳⁱᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ⁿᵒᵗ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵏʸ‧" ᴱᵘᵍᵉⁿᵉ ᵗᵒˡᵈ‧ "ʸᵒᵘ ᵇʷⁱⁿᵍˢ ᵐᵉ ʷⁱᵛᵛ ʸᵒᵘ?" "ʸᵉˢ‧" "ᴮᵒᶠ ᵒ ᵘˢ?" "ᴹᵘᵐ ʰᵉ'ˢ ᵈʳᵒᵒˡⁱⁿᵍ‧‧" "ᶜᵃⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵃⁿᵈ ᵏᵉʳᶜʰⁱᵉᶠ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷⁱᵖᵉ ⁱᵗ? ᴮᵘᵗ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃʳᵈ‧‧" ᴹˢ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ᵗᵒˡᵈ ʰᵉʳ ˢᵒⁿ‧ "ᴵ ˢᵉᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ‧‧‧" "ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʰᵃʷ ᵇʳᵒᵒᵈ?" "ᴰᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʷᵒʳʳʸ ᵇᵒʸˢ‧‧" ᴱᵘᵍᵉⁿᵉ'ˢ ᵐᵘᵐ ⁿᵒᵗⁱᶜᵉᵈ ʰᵉʳ ˢᵒⁿ ˡᵒᵒᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗʰᵉ ʷⁱⁿᵈᵒʷ ᵃⁿᵈ ᔆʰᵉˡᵈᵒⁿ ᶠᵃˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵃˢˡᵉᵉᵖ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵈʳᵒᵒˡ ᵈʳⁱᵇᵇˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᵘᵗ‧ ᴹˢ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ʷᵒᵏᵉ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ‧ "ᴴᵉʸ ᔆʰᵉˡᵈᵒⁿ ʷᵉ'ʳᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ!" ᴴᵉ ᵒᵖᵉⁿˢ ʰⁱˢ ᵉʸᵉ‧ "ᵂᵉ ᵃʰ‧‧‧ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵖʷᵃᶜᵉ?" "ʸᵉˢ! ᴺᵒʷ ᵗᵒ ᴱᵘᵍᵉⁿᵉ'ˢ ᵇᵉᵈ ʳᵒᵒᵐ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ⁱᵗ ᵉᵃˢʸ‧‧" ᴹˢ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ʰᵉˡᵖᵉᵈ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᴱᵘᵍᵉⁿᵉ‧ "ᴸᵉᵗ'ˢ ᵍᵉᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ⁿᵉʷ ᵍᵃᵘᶻᵉ‧‧" ᴱᵘᵍᵉⁿᵉ'ˢ ᵐᵘᵐ ᵍᵉᵗˢ ᵒᵘᵗ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᶠʳᵉˢʰ ᵘⁿᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵒⁿᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ‧ ᴱᵘᵍᵉⁿᵉ ᵍᵃˢᵖᵉᵈ⸴ ˢᵉᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵈ ᶜᵒˡᵒᵘʳ‧ "ᴬˡˡ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵉᵃˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵖʳᵒᶜᵉˢˢ‧‧" ᔆʰᵉ ˢᵃʸˢ⸴ ᶠⁱⁿⁱˢʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ‧ "ᴴᵃⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ!" "ᔆᵒ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃⁿⁿᵃ ʳᵉᵃᵈ‧‧‧" "ᴱᵘᵍᵉⁿᵉ ʷᵉ ᵍᵒᵒᵒᵒᵈ ᶠʷⁱᵉⁿᵈˢ⸴ ᵐʸ ᴮᵉᵗʰ ᶠʷⁱᵉⁿᵈˢ‧‧" "ᴵ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ!" "ᶠᵒʷᵉᵛᵃʰ?" "ᴺᵒ ᵐᵃᵗᵗᵉʳ ʷʰᵃᵗ!" "ᵂʰʸ ᵃᵐ ᴵ ˢᵒ ᵗⁱʳᵉᵈ?" "ᴵ ᵍᵘᵉˢˢ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵉⁿᵗ‧‧‧" ᴱᵘᵍᵉⁿᵉ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢᵃʸ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ᔆʰᵉˡᵈᵒⁿ ˡᵉᵃⁿˢ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖⁱˡˡᵒʷ ʷʰⁱˡˢᵗ ᴹˢ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ‧ "ᔆᵉᵉᵐˢ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᔆʰᵉˡᵈᵒⁿ ᵐᵘˢᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵉˣʰᵃᵘˢᵗᵉᵈ!" "ᴴᵉ'ˢ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ ˢᵗᵃʸ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵉᵉᵏ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ?" "ʸᵉˢ ʰᵉ ʷⁱˡˡ⸴ ˢᵒ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ʰⁱᵐ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉˢᵗ ᵘᵖ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉᵃˡ⸴ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵘᵐᵇⁱⁿᵍ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵉᵛᵉⁿᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ ᵈʷⁱⁿᵈˡᵉ ʷʰⁱˡˢᵗ ˢʷᵉˡˡⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴴᵉ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ⁿᵒᵗ ʳᵉᶜᵃˡˡ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᵒᶠ ᵗᵒᵈᵃʸ‧ ᴵ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ⁱᵗ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵇᵉ ʰᵃʳᵈ ᴱᵘᵍᵉⁿᵉ‧" ᴱᵘᵍᵉⁿᵉ ᵈᵉᶜⁱᵈᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᵃᵈ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ʰᵉᵃʳˢ ʰⁱˢ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ ⁿᵒʷ ᑫᵘⁱᵉᵗˡʸ ˢⁿᵒʳᵉᵈ‧ ᴱᵛᵉⁿᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ ʰᵉ ʷᵃᵏᵉˢ ᵘᵖ ⁿᵒʷ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴱᵘᵍᵉⁿᵉ ˢᵉᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱᵐ‧ ᔆᵘʳᵉ ᵉⁿᵒᵘᵍʰ⸴ ʰᵉ ᶠᵉˡᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵘˡˡ ᵃᶜʰᵉ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ⸴ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵘᵐᵇⁿᵉˢˢ ʷᵒʳⁿ ᵒᶠᶠ‧ "ᴴᵉʸ⸴ ᔆʰᵉˡᵈᵒⁿ‧‧" ᴱᵘᵍᵉⁿᵉ ˢᵃʸˢ‧ ᴴᵉ ˢⁱᵗˢ ʰⁱᵐˢᵉˡᶠ ᵘᵖ‧ "ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ᵃᵖᵖᵒⁱⁿᵗᵐᵉⁿᵗ ʷⁱᶠᶠ ᵒʳᵃˡ ˢᵘʳᵍᵉᵒⁿ‧‧‧" ᔆʰᵉˡᵈᵒⁿ ᵐᵘᵐᵇˡᵉˢ⸴ ᵒᵖᵉⁿⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱˢ ᵉʸᵉ‧ ᴴᵉ ˢᵉᵉˢ ᴱᵘᵍᵉⁿᵉ‧ "ᴵ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ᵈʷᵉᵃᵐ ʷᵉ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉᵉ‧‧‧" ᔆᵘᵈᵈᵉⁿˡʸ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᶠᵉˡᵗ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ'ˢ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰ‧ 'ᵂᵃⁱᵗ ˢᵉᵉᵐˢ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ⁱᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ⸴ ᵈⁱᵈ ⁱᵗ?' ᔆʰᵉˡᵈᵒⁿ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏˢ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗˢ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳʳᵘᵖᵗᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᴹˢ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ⁱⁿ‧ 'ᴺᵒ ᴵ ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ᴵ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐᵗ ⁱᵗ ᴵ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ᴵ ˡⁱᵛᵉᵈ ⁱᵗ! ᴮᵘᵗ ʷʰʸ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵉᵉᵐˢ ᵘⁿᶜˡᵉᵃʳ?' "ᴳᵉᵗ ⁱᶜᵉ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵐ ᔆʰᵉˡᵈᵒⁿ! ᴵᵗ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ʰᵉˡᵖ‧‧" "ⱽᵃⁿⁱˡˡᵃ!" ᴱᵘᵍᵉⁿᵉ ˢᵃʸˢ‧ "ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ˡᵉᵗ'ˢ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵃᵘᶻᵉ ᵒᵘᵗ⸴ ˢᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵉᵃᵗ‧‧‧" "ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ⁱⁿ ˢⁱᵈᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ⸴ ᵇᵒᵗʰ ⁱⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶜʰᵉᵉᵏˢ‧ ᵀʰᵉʸ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵗᵗᵃᶜʰᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ˢᵗʳⁱⁿᵍ‧‧‧" ᴱᵘᵍᵉⁿᵉ ᶜˡᵃʳⁱᶠⁱᵉᵈ‧ "ᴬʰ‧‧" ᔆʰᵉˡᵈᵒⁿ ˡᵉᵗ ᴱᵘᵍᵉⁿᵉ'ˢ ᵐᵘᵐ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉᵐ⸴ ⁿᵒʷ ʰᵃⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱᵐ ᵃ ᵇᵒʷˡ‧ "ᴵᶜᵉ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵐ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵉᵃᵗ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵃˢ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ‧" "ᴵ ʰᵘʳᵗⁱⁿ’ ᵇᵘʰ ᶠᵉᵉˡˢ ⁿᵘᵐᵇ‧‧" "ᶜᵃⁿ ᴵ ʰᵉˡᵖ ʸᵒᵘ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵖᵒᵒⁿ?" "ᔆᵘʳᵉ⸴ ᴱᵘᵍᵉⁿᵉ‧" ᵀʰᵉ ⁱᶜᵉ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵐ ʰᵉˡᵖᵉᵈ‧ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᶠᵉˡᵗ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᶜᵒʰᵉʳᵉⁿᵗ‧ ᴬⁿᵈ ʸᵉᵗ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᵈʳᵒᵒˡˢ⸴ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵃ ˡⁱˢᵖ‧ 'ᴴᵒᵖᵉ ᵐʸ ᵗᵒⁿᵍᵘᵉ ʷⁱˡˡ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵉⁿᵈ ᵘᵖ ᵇⁱᵗᵗᵉⁿ‧' "ᴹʸ ᵐᵒᵘᶠ ᶠᵉᵉˡˢ ᶠᵘⁿⁿʸ⸴ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ⁿᵘᵐᵇ ᵇᵘᵗ ⁿᵒᵗ ⁿᵘᵐᵇ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ‧" ᔆʰᵉˡᵈᵒⁿ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᶠᵉˡᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ⁱᵐᵖᵃᶜᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵉᵈⁱᶜⁱⁿᵉ‧ "ᴹᵘᵐ ᵍᵒᵗᵗᵃ ᶜᵘᵖ ᵒᶠ ʷᵃᵗᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ‧" ᴱᵘᵍᵉⁿᵉ ˢᵃʸˢ‧ "ᔆᵃⁿᵏˢ‧‧" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ᵃ ˢⁱᵖ‧ "ᴴᵉʸ ᴵ ᶠᵉˡᵗ ʷᵒʳʳⁱᵉᵈ ʷʰⁱˡˢᵗ ʷᵃⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ʷⁱˢᵈᵒᵐ ᵗᵉᵉᵗʰ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ʷʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ⁱᵗ ˡⁱᵏᵉ? ᴵ ᵐᵉᵃⁿ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ᵒʳ ʳᵃᵗʰᵉʳ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗᵃˡᵏ‧‧‧" "ᴵ ʳᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ᴵ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ‧ ᴵ ᶠᵉˡᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃⁿᵗⁱᶜⁱᵖᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵃʷ ᵈᵉⁿᵗⁱˢᵗˢ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵗᵒˡᵈ ᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ˡᵉᵃⁿ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ‧ ᴺᵒᵗ ˢᵘʳᵉ ʰᵒʷ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ˢᵘᵈᵈᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵐᵘᵐ ʰᵉˡᵖᵉᵈ ᵐᵉ ᵒᵘᵗ‧‧" ᔆʰᵉˡᵈᵒⁿ ˢᵃʸˢ‧ "ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉ⁻⁻⁻ ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʷⁱᵈᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵖʷᵃᶜᵉ‧‧" "ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ ⁱⁿ ᶜˡᵒᵘᵈʸ ˢᵏʸ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʳⁱᵈᵉ ʰᵒᵐᵉ‧ ᴬⁿᵈ ˢˡᵉᵖᵗ‧" "ᔆᵒʷʷʸ ⁱᶠ‧‧‧" "ᔆʰᵉˡᵈᵒⁿ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ; ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵐʸ ᵇᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ! ᴬⁿᵈ ʷᵉ'ˡˡ ᵒᵖᵉⁿ ᵘᵖ ᵒᵘʳ ᵒʷⁿ ʳᵉˢᵗᵃᵘʳᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒᵍᵉᵗʰᵉʳ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵍʳᵃᵈᵘᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ!" ᴴᵉ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ˢⁱᵖ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃᵗᵉʳ ᵃˢ ᴹˢ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ‧ "ᵀⁱᵐᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵇᵉᵈ! ᴸᵉᵗ'ˢ ᵍᵉᵗ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵍᵃᵘᶻᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ⁱⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰ‧" ᴹˢ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠᵉᵈ ᵖⁱˡˡᵒʷˢ ᵗᵒ ᵖʳᵒᵖ ᔆʰᵉˡᵈᵒⁿ ᵘᵖ‧ "ᴱᵘᵍᵉⁿᵉ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ˢᵘʳᵉ ʰᵉ ˢᵗᵃʸˢ ᵒⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ‧‧" "ʸᵉˢ⸴ ᵐᵘᵐ‧‧" "ᔆʰᵉˡᵈᵒⁿ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵖᵃⁱⁿ ᵗᵒᵐᵒʳʳᵒʷ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ʷᵉ'ᵛᵉ ⁱᶜᵉ ⁱᶠ ⁿᵉᵉᵈᵉᵈ‧" ᴹˢ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ˡᵉᶠᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒᵒᵐ‧ "ᴴᵒᵖᵉ ᵒˡᵈ ᵐᵃⁿ ᴶᵉⁿᵏⁱⁿˢ ʷⁱˡˡ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵒᵘʳ ʰᵃᵐᵇᵉʳᵈᵉʳ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᴵ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ⸴ ᶜᵃⁿ ˡᵉᵗ ʰⁱᵐ ᵗʳʸ ⁱᵗ‧ ᴮᵘᵗ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ ᴱᵘᵍᵉⁿᵉ‧‧" "ᔆʰᵉˡᵈᵒⁿ ⁿᵒ ᵐᵃᵗᵗᵉʳ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿˢ ᴵ'ˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᵇʸ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢⁱᵈᵉ‧" "ᴬⁿᵈ ᴵ ʸᵒᵘ‧‧‧" ᔆʰᵉˡᵈᵒⁿ ˢᵃʸˢ⸴ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ⁱᵐᵐᵉᵈⁱᵃᵗᵉˡʸ ᵗᵘʳⁿᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗᵒ ˢⁿᵒʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ᶠᵃˡˡˢ ᵃˢˡᵉᵉᵖ‧‧ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 𝟗𝟑𝟎

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now there's more room for wisdom orphan_account Summary: jisung gets his wisdom teeth out or nct dream can't get over how cute jisung is as the dentist inserts the iv and tells him to relax, jisung can’t help but think that 7:00am is way too early to have four teeth removed. mark sits in the waiting room of the oral surgeon’s office in silence, fingers clasped tight as the receptionist takes another call and the clock hits 7:45am. mark’s head shoots up as a door opens and a lady in scrubs walks through, asking if he’s here for park jisung. he answers yes and is brought through a sterile smelling hallway to a tiny room labeled recovery. the minute mark walks in, he finds a sight worth gold. there, on a weird little cot, sits jisung, eyes drowsy and mouth stuffed with gauze. mark’s chest squeezes and he feels like he could sqeal. jisung looks so incredibly vulnerable and small and he just wants to scoop the kid up in his arms and protect him. he also knows that the minute he brings jisung back to the dream dorm, the other boys are gonna feel the same. the situation is all light hearted until jisung’s eyes roll back into his head and a nurse catches the boy’s arm and pats it, telling him he needs to stay awake. mark’s breath hitches and it takes a moment, but jisung peels his eyes open, only for them to fall closed again a second later. anxiety begins to pool in mark’s chest as another nurse brings in the oral surgeon who takes one look at jisung’s lolling head and decides to give the boy epinephrine. mark watches, seated in a small chair beside jisung’s cot for almost an hour, as his youngest group member is held in seated position and attached to an iv. when jisung is finally coherent enough to sit up (per the nurses’ commands), he begins to whine. mark watches with a small smile as his drugged-out-of-his-mind little brother begins a slurred argument with a nurse. “why can’t i lay down?” jisung asks, glaring as best he can with eyes half-lidded. “because you have to stay awake,” the nurse replies calmly while checking the iv. “why? “because you need to be awake to get to the car” “can i lay down now?” “no, you aren’t awake enough yet. you need to stay awake” “yeah i am. i’m super awake,” jisung says with eyes closed. mark giggles and clenches his fists as his fingers twitch, aching to reach for his phone so he could take a video. the sign on the door however, prohibits the use of camera and video taking in the recovery room, plus mark doubts jisung would appreciate it if this was all caught on tape. eventually though, jisung is awake enough to get to the car with a little help and they head to the dream dorms. when mark opens the door to the dream dorm, it becomes clear to him that the dreamies have been waiting for them. everyone’s reactions are different, albeit priceless—donghyuk and jeno begin cooing, renjun’s eyes soften and gain a disgustingly fond gleam, and chenle and jaemin seem to be torn between crying and squealing. jisung looks at them all, eyes unfocused and cheeks puffy, before promptly declaring his desire to lay down. they all move off the couches and station jisung on one of them, helping settle his head onto a pillow before wrapping him in blankets. jisung, still under the after-effects of anaesthesia (regardless of the dose of epinephrine) is out like a light bulb. jisung wakes up to pain. or rather, pain makes jisung wake up. his mouth hurts really bad, jisung thinks blearily. he tries to speak, but there's gauze in his mouth and it aches and he can’t really feel his lips or his chin. how can something hurt but not be felt at the same time , he wonders. it sort of makes him want to cry. so he does. jisung cries and pats at his chin, growing increasingly distressed as he continues but doesn’t feel anything other than pain, he’s really confused and things hurt and he’s hungry and it hurts. suddenly footsteps are pounding and the lamp in the living room is flicked on and it’s too bright. the light forces jisung to squint his eyes and oh god that hurts too. “mark! mark! where are jisung’s pain meds?” and oh, thats renjun! and things are sort of better now because renjun’s here and renjun is gently carding a hand through his hair and renjun gives good cuddles! “aw, jisungie, our baby,” renjun cooes (jisung is a little too out of it at this point to take notice of how uncharacteristic renjun’s behavior is), wiping at jisung’s tears and gently prying his mouth open to remove gauze. rustling in a far corner of the living room is mark, hair mussed with sleep but eyes wide awake, reading the instructions on the bottle of painkillers. “mark is getting some pain killers for you right now bub, you’ll feel better soon,” renjun says softly. time sorta passes wobbly for jisung, but it seems like a while before mark comes into his line of sight with a bowl of soup and a bottle of water. jisung never thought that he might find eating hard, but here he is, struggling to keep soup in his mouth. he’s so tired and he aches and he just wants his face to stop hurting, so the next time the soup in his mouth dribbles down onto his shirt, his eyes tear up out of frustration—the only thing jisung hates more than being babied when he is capable of doing things, is being unable to do things at all. renjun and mark (who have been patiently watching jisung attempt to eat soup and sip water) wipe his tears and remove the bowl, patting him with reassuring hands all the while. jisung takes the pain meds, trying his very best in spite of the numbness in his face to not spill water down his front, and falls back asleep to the sound of renjun and mark talking quietly in the eerie light of lamp. Category: Gen Fandoms: NCT (Band)NCT Dream Relationship: Park Jisung (NCT) & Everyone Language:English Stats:Published:2018-11-08

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He felt his eyelid grow heavy to anesthesia. "Alright, Mr. Plankton, you're gonna start feeling sleepy," the doctor's voice echoed. The world around him grew fuzzy, sounds becoming muffled and indistinct. His head lolled, body slack. The nurse's grew blurry, darkness before not even nothingness. Karen, his wife, sat by him. Finally, the doctor stepped back, turned and gave her a thumbs up. The nurse began to clean Plankton's face, wiping away the excess saliva and bleeding with gentle touch. Karen follows as they wheel him out. His bed was pushed into a small cubicle, his breathing slow and even. In stumbled SpongeBob. Karen smiles. "The surgery went well, he's just sleeping it off," she assured. SpongeBob's taking in the beeping monitors. "What's all this for?" he asks, curiosity piqued. "To make sure he's ok while he's asleep," Karen explained. "The doctor said he'd be out for a little while." The yellow sponge nodded, his gaze lingering on the small wads of gauze peeking out from the sides of Plankton's mouth. "What's that?" he asks. "It's to help absorb.." Sponge Bob took in the sight of Plankton, who had begun to drool slightly onto the pillow beneath his head. The saliva pooled. "Oh no, Plankton. You're drooling!" Sponge Bob watched as drool continued to form like a thin string connecting Plankton's mouth to the pillow. Karen chuckled softly. "It's normal, Sponge Bob. He won't feel it as he's asleep." SpongeBob nodded, but curiosity remained. "Can I... I mean, should I... wipe it up?" he asks. Karen laughs. "It's ok, they'd take care of it. Just let him rest." "I promise to be super gentle" Karen nodded, a small smile playing. "Alright. Just be careful." His movements were deliberate, eyes never leaving Plankton's mouth as he approached. The drool strand grew longer, a tiny bridge between his friend and the pillow. The droplet fell away, landing on the pillow with a soft splat. Plankton stirred slightly but didn't wake. "It's fine. He's going to be a bit out of it when he wakes up anyway. Why don't you try talking to him while we wait for him to wake? It might help him feel more at ease." "Hey it's Sponge Bob. You're ok, just having a little nap. No Krabby Patties to steal right now," he added with a chuckle. Plankton's eye began to flutter, a sure sign that he was slowly coming back to consciousness. His body twitched, the anesthesia wearing off. "Looks like he's waking up," she said. Karen leaned closer, her hand reaching out to gently squeeze his. "Honey, it's me," she whispered. "You're ok." Plankton's unfocused and glazed. "Where... what... happened?" he mumbled. "You had wisdom teeth removed. You're in recovery," she said, voice soothing. Plankton blinked. "Wis...wis...what?" "You had a little...uh...dental appointment," SpongeBob said. "Teeth...gone?" he mumbled, still groggy. "You're fine," she assured. "I feel... funny," he giggled, voice silly. "Just relax, Plankton," Karen said. "But...but I wanna...see!" Plankton protested, arms flailing weakly. "Plankton, you need rest." "But I'm not tired!" he exclaimed, as his head lolled back onto the pillow. "I... I want to dance," he said, voice still slurred, which only resulted in more drool escaping. "First, you gotta get better," she said, voice earnest. Plankton's giggles grew, his eye half-closed. "But I'm already the best... at... at... at... " he mumbled, trailing off. "It's anesthesia," the nurse chimed in. "It can make people say some funny things. You're just feeling a bit loopy, Plankton. You'll be back to your usual self soon." Plankton's giggles grew softer, his eye struggling to stay open. "But... but... I'm not tired," he protested weakly, his voice a mere whisper. His eyelid began to droop once more. Sponge Bob leaned in. "You just had surgery, Plankton. You need to rest," he said firmly. Plankton's giggles turned into snores, his tiny body giving in despite his protests. "He's going to be out for a while," the nurse said. "Anesthesia can take time to wear off completely." Karen nodded, watching his chest rise and fall with each snore. Sponge Bob reached out and lightly patted Plankton's arm. Plankton's snores grew quieter and stirred, eye cracking. "Wha... SpongeBob?" he mumbled, groggy. Sponge Bob's heart swelled at the sight of his confused expression. "Just keeping you company as you wake." Plankton's eye rolled to the side. "Wha... what are you doing?" he slurred, his voice barely above a whisper. He tried to lift his hand to his mouth, but it flopped back down onto the bed with a limp thud. "Drool? I...I can't stop," he mumbled, his drool pooling around the fresh gauze. Sponge Bob chuckles. "It's ok, Plankton," he said. Plankton's eye narrows. "Not funny," he mumbled, words barely intelligible. Yet as he said it, another string of drool began to form, stretching from his mouth to the pillow. Sponge Bob's chuckles grew. "I know, I know. It's just... you're so... so... " he couldn't find words, laughter took over. Plankton's unable to control his drool. "I'm so...so...so..." he tried to form a coherent thought. "So what, Plankton?" "I'm...I'm not...not...drooling," he managed to say, words barely coherent. But even as he spoke, a new droplet formed at the corner of his mouth. "You sure?" "St...stop," Plankton managed to mumble, his mouth open and drooling again. "It's...it's...embarrassing." Sponge Bob smiled. "I know, you're ok. The surgery went well," he said. "Alright, we can get him ready to go home now," says nurse. They carefully lift Plankton from the bed, body still limp from the anesthesia. "You ok?" "Mm-hmm," Plankton mumbled, head lolling to one side. He struggled to keep his eye open, but the medication was too strong. Plankton's eye drooped shut once more, his snores echoing through the hall. "Whoa, there he goes again…" "He's still pretty out of it," she said. Plankton's head lolled to the side, his mouth hanging open. "Whoa, Plankton, wake up," Sponge Bob said, gently shaking his shoulder. "Mmph," Plankton mumbled, his eye cracking open. "Where...are we?" "Almost to the car," Karen said. "Just a bit longer." But Plankton's eyelid grew heavier. The nurse disappeared through the doors, leaving Karen and Sponge Bob to maneuver Plankton into a more upright position. His head kept flopping to one side, his snores grew louder. "Come on, Plankton, stay with us," Karen urged. Sponge Bob leaned close. "You ok?" he asked, patting Plankton's shoulder. Plankton's head lolled to the side, eye half- open. "Mmph...tired," he mumbled. Karen managed to get him in, his body collapsing into the seat like a ragdoll. She buckled him in. "You're gonna be ok," she whispered. Sponge Bob climbed into the backseat. Karen started the engine. "Let's get him home." The car ride was a blur of Plankton's snores and occasional mumble. Sponge Bob sat in the back, his hand on Plankton's shoulder, keeping his friend from lolling too far to the side. Each time Plankton nodded off, his mouth would droop, and gauze would slip out. "Plankton, gotta keep it in." Plankton mumbled something incoherent, his mouth still open and drooling. Sponge Bob leaned in closer, his hand ready to catch the gauze if it fell out again. Plankton's eye fluttered open, looking around the car. "Just stay with us, ok?" Sponge Bob nodded, hand on Plankton's shoulder. He watched as Plankton's eye drooped, the gauze slipping again. He leaned over and gently pushed it back. "We're almost there." Karen chuckled from the driver's seat. Sponge Bob’s grip on Plankton's shoulder tightening slightly. "Want to play a game?" "Mmph...game?" he mumbled. "I spy with my little eye, something..." But Plankton's head had already dropped back, snores echoing. Karen glanced in the mirror. "I think he's out for the count," she said. Sponge Bob was still vigilant, making sure Plankton didn't tumble out of the car. With Karen's help, they managed to get him to the couch. Sponge Bob helped prop Plankton up, careful not to jostle him too much. Everything’s just fine.

ᴸⁱᵗʰᵖ Part 1 ⁽ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ ᶠᵃⁿᶠⁱᶜ⁾ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ'ˢ ᵃ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵘᵗᵉʳ‧ ᴰᵉˢᵖⁱᵗᵉ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵉⁿᵗⁱᵉⁿᵗ ˢʰᵉ'ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃⁿ ᵒʳᵍᵃⁿⁱᶜ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ʰᵉʳ ᵒʷⁿ ᵉᵐᵒᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿᵃˡⁱᵗʸ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵘⁿᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵖʳᵒᶜᵉˢˢ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰ ᵒʳ ᵖʳᵉˢˢᵘʳᵉ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ˡⁱᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ‧ ᔆʰᵉ'ˢ ᶜᵃᵖᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵒᶠ 'ˢⁱᵍʰᵗ' ᵃⁿᵈ 'ʰᵉᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ' ᵇᵘᵗ ⁿᵒᵗ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ʷᵃʸ ᵖʳᵒᶜᵉˢˢᵉᵈ‧ ᴬⁿᵈ ˢʰᵉ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳˢᵗᵃⁿᵈˢ ᵈⁱᵛᵉʳˢⁱᵗʸ‧ ᔆʰᵉˡᵈᵒⁿ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵉˣʰⁱᵇⁱᵗˢ ʰⁱˢ ᵒʷⁿ ᵉᵐᵒᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵉⁿˢᵉˢ ᵃˡˢᵒ‧ ᴴᵉ'ˢ ᵘⁿⁱᑫᵘᵉ‧ ᔆʰᵉ'ˢ ˡᵉᵃʳⁿᵗ ʰᵒʷ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵉᶜⁱᵖʰᵉʳ ʰⁱˢ ᵒʷⁿ ⁿᵉᵉᵈˢ⸴ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ʷᵃⁿᵗˢ ᵖʳᵉᶠᵉʳᵉⁿᶜᵉˢ‧ ᴰᵉˢᵖⁱᵗᵉ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵈⁱᶠᶠᵉʳᵉⁿᵗ ʷᵃʸˢ ˢʰᵉ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ ᵈᵉⁿᵗᵃˡ ᵃᵖᵖᵒⁱⁿᵗᵐᵉⁿᵗ ⁿᵒʷ ᵍᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ˢᵘʳᵍᵉʳʸ ᶠᵒʳ ʳᵉᵃʳ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᵐᵒˡᵃʳˢ ʳᵉᵐᵒᵛᵉᵈ‧ ᴬⁿᵈ ʰᵉ'ˢ ᵐᵉᵈⁱᶜⁱⁿᵉ ᵗᵒ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ‧ ᔆⁱⁿᶜᵉ ˢʰᵉ'ˢ ᵃ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵘᵗᵉʳ⸴ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˡᵉᵗ ʰᵉʳ ˢᵗᵃʸ ᵈᵘʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵗⁱʳᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ʷʰⁱˡˢᵗ ⁱⁿ ˢᵘʳᵍᵉʳʸ‧ ᴱᵛᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ʰᵉ'ˢ ᵘⁿᵃʳᵒᵘˢᵃᵇˡᵉ ˢʰᵉ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ˢᵘʳᵉ ᵗᵒ ʰᵒˡᵈ ʰⁱˢ ʰᵃⁿᵈ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷᵒʳᵏᵉᵈ‧ ᔆᵒ ⁿᵒʷ⸴ ᶠⁱⁿⁱˢʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˢᵗᵒᵖᵖᵉᵈ ᵃᵈᵐⁱⁿⁱˢᵗʳᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ⁱⁿᵈᵘᶜⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵃᵉˢᵗʰᵉˢⁱᵃ‧ "ᴰᵒⁿᵉ⸴ ᔆʰᵉˡᵈᵒⁿ‧‧" ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ˢᵃʸˢ⸴ ʷⁱᵖⁱⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵈʳᵒᵒˡ‧ "ᴬˡˡ ᶠⁱⁿⁱˢʰᵉᵈ!" ᵀʰᵉʸ ᵖᵘᵗ ᵍᵃᵘᶻᵉ ⁱⁿ ʷʰᵉⁿᶜᵉ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵒᵖᵉⁿˢ ʰⁱˢ ᵉʸᵉ‧ ᴬᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵃ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗ⸴ ʰᵉ ʳᵉᵃᶜʰᵉˢ ʰⁱˢ ᵃʳᵐˢ ᵒᵘᵗ‧ "ᴴᵉʰ‧‧" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ˡᵉᵗˢ ʰⁱˢ ᵃʳᵐˢ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵈᵒʷⁿ‧ "ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᶠʳᵉᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵒ!" "ᴴᵉʷʷᵒ‽" "ᴴⁱ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ‧" "ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵘᵗᵉʳ ʷⁱᶠᵉ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ʷⁱˡˡ ʰᵉˡᵖ ʸᵒᵘ‧" "ᴵ ᵐᵃʷʷⁱᵉᵈ?" "ᴰᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʷᵒʳʳʸ ᵇᵘᵗ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ⁿᵒʳᵐᵃˡ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ʲᵘᵐᵇˡᵉᵈ ᵘᵖ‧" "ᵀʰᵃⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ‧ ᴸᵉᵗ'ˢ ᵍᵒ!" ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ʰᵉˡᵖˢ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵘˢᵇᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵉᵃⁿ ᵘᵖ‧ "ᵂᵘᶻ?" ᔆʰᵉ'ˢ ᶜᵃʳʳʸⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱᵐ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ‧ ᴴᵉ ᵏᵉᵖᵗ ᵃˡᵐᵒˢᵗ ᶠᵃˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵃˢˡᵉᵉᵖ ᵃˢ ˢʰᵉ ʰᵉˡᵈ ʰⁱᵐ‧ "ᴵ ᵗʰᵉᵉ ʸᵒᵘ; ᴵ ᵗʰᵉᵉ ᶜᵒˡᵒᵘʳˢ!" ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ʰᵉ'ᵈ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵃᶜᵗ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ʰᵉ'ˢ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ⁿᵒʷ⸴ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵃⁿᵃᵉˢᵗʰᵉˢⁱᵃ‧ "ᵀʳʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗᵃˡᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ʸᵒᵘ ʷⁱˡˡ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ʷᵒʳˢᵉ ⁱⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʲᵃʷ⸴ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿ ʰᵒʷ ᵉᵐᵇᵃʳʳᵃˢˢᵉᵈ ʸᵒᵘ‧‧‧" "ᴵ ʷᵒʳᵗʰ ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ᵗʰᵃʷ?" "ᴰᵉⁿᵗⁱˢᵗˢ ᵖᵉʳᶠᵒʳᵐᵉᵈ ᵃ ᵖʳᵒᶜᵉᵈᵘʳᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵗᵉᵉᵗʰⁱᵉˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰ ʰᵒⁿ‧‧" "ᶠᵉᵉˡ ⁿᵘᶠᶠⁱⁿ’ ʷⁱᶠᶠ ᵐʸ ᵐᵒᵘᶠ‧‧‧" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ˢᵃʸˢ‧ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ'ˢ ʰᵃⁿᵈˢ ᶜᵒᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵍˡᵒᵇˢ ᵒᶠ ᵈʳᵒᵒˡ ⁿᵒᵗ ˢᵗᵒᵖᵖⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵏᵉᵖᵗ ᵒⁿ ᵗʳʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᶜˡᵃᵖ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ⁿᵒⁱˢᵉ⸴ ᵇᵘᵇᵇˡʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵍⁱᵍᵍˡⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴬʳʳⁱᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ⸴ ˢʰᵉ ᶠᵉᵈ ʰⁱᵐ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ⁱᶜᵉ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵐ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ʳᵉᵐᵒᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵃᵘᶻᵉ‧ ᔆᵘᵈᵈᵉⁿˡʸ ᵃ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ'ˢ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵒʳ‧ "ᴵ'ˡˡ ᵍᵉᵗ ⁱᵗ‧" ᔆᵃⁿᵈʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴴᵃⁿⁿᵃ⸴ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ'ˢ ᵇᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈˢ⸴ ᵈᵉᶜⁱᵈᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢᵗᵒᵖ ᵇʸ ᵘⁿᵃⁿⁿᵒᵘⁿᶜᵉᵈ‧ "ᴵˢ ⁿᵒʷ ᵃ ᵇᵃᵈ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ‧‧‧" "ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ‽" ᵀʰᵉʸ ᵇᵒᵗʰ ᶠᵒˡˡᵒʷ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵈ ʳᵒᵒᵐ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᶠⁱⁿⁱˢʰᵉᵈ ⁱᶜᵉ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵐ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ˢⁱᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ‧ "ᴾʷᵉᵃˢᵉ ᵒʰ⸴ ᴵ ᶠᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵉᶠᵗ ᵐᵉ!" ᴴᵉ ˢᵃʸˢ‧ "ᴵ'ᵐ ᵃᶠʳᵃⁱᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵃˢᵏ‧‧" "ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ᵐᵉᵗ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿᵃˡˡʸ ʸᵉᵗ ᵇᵘᵗ‧‧‧" "ᴵ'ᵐ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ'ˢ ʰᵘˢᵇᵃⁿᵈ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ! ᔆʰᵉ ˢᵃʸˢ ᴵ'ᵐ ᵐᵃʷʷⁱᵉᵈ!" "ᵂⁱˢᵈᵒᵐ ᵗᵒᵒᵗʰ ʳᵉᵐᵒᵛᵃˡ‧" ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᵉˣᵖˡᵃⁱⁿˢ‧ "ᴵ ʰᵃᵇ ᵗᵉᵉᵗʰⁱᵉˢ? ᵂʰᵉʷᵉ ᵈᵉⁿᵗⁱˢᵗ?" "ᔆᵒ ʰᵉ'ˢ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᵈᵉᶠⁱⁿⁱᵗᵉˡʸ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ⁱᵗ⸴ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵗᵉˡˡ‧‧" ᔆᵃⁿᵈʸ ˢᵃʸˢ‧ "ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʰᵉᵉ⸴ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉᵉ ᵐᵉ? ᴵ ʷᵘᵛ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃˡˡ⸴ ˢᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ!" "ᴵᵗ'ˢ ᵍᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ˡᵃᵗᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ ᵇᵉˡⁱᵉᵛᵉ ᵒʳᵍᵃⁿⁱᶜ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍˢ ᵐᵘˢᵗ ᵍᵉᵗ ʳᵉˢᵗ‧‧" ᴴᵃⁿⁿᵃ ˢᵃʸˢ⸴ ᵖᵃᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱᵐ ᵒⁿ ʰⁱˢ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈᵉʳ⸴ ˢᵉᵉᵐⁱⁿᵍˡʸ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗˡⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱᵐ‧ "ᔆᵒʳʳʸ!" "ᴵᵗ'ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠᵃᵘˡᵗ ᴴᵃⁿⁿᵃ⸴ ʰᵉ'ˢ ˢᵉⁿˢⁱᵗⁱᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ʰᵉ ˢᵃʷ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴴᵒʷ ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵉᵉˡ?" "ᵀⁱʷᵉᵈ‧‧‧" ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᵗᵘᶜᵏˢ ʰⁱᵐ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᵇᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˢʰᵃʳᵉᵈ⸴ ʷⁱˢʰⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ʰⁱᵐ ᵗᵒ ⁿᵃᵖ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᶜᵒⁿˢⁱᵈᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ʳᵉᵖˡᵃᶜⁱⁿᵍ ᵍᵃᵘᶻᵉ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ‧ ᔆᵘʳᵉ ᵉⁿᵒᵘᵍʰ⸴ ʰᵉ'ˢ ᶠᵃˡˡᵉⁿ ᵃˢˡᵉᵉᵖ⸴ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰ ʰᵃⁿᵍⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᵖᵉⁿ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ᵈʳᵒᵒˡˢ/ˢⁿᵒʳᵉˢ‧ ᴵᵗ'ˢ ˡᵃᵗᵉ⸴ ˢᵒ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵒʳⁿⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ'ᵈ ᶠⁱᵍᵘʳᵉ ʰᵉ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ᶠʳᵘˢᵗʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ⁱᶠ ᶜᵒⁿᶠᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖᵃⁱⁿᵉᵈ‧ "ᴵ ᵍᵘᵉˢˢ ʷᵉ'ˡˡ ᵍᵒ ⁿᵒʷ‧ ᴮʸᵉ!" ᵀʰᵉʸ ˡᵉᶠᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵘᵐ ᵇᵘᶜᵏᵉᵗ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ⁿᵉˣᵗ ᵈᵃʸ⸴ ʰᵉ ʷᵃᵏᵉˢ ᵘᵖ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃᶜʰᵉᵈ ˢᵒʳᵉⁿᵉˢˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵈʳᵒᵒˡ‧ 'ᵂʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃᵐ ᴵ?' ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ʰᵉ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ʷⁱˢᵈᵒᵐ ᵗᵉᵉᵗʰ ᵗᵃᵏᵉⁿ ᵒᵘᵗ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ʳᵉᶜᵒᵍⁿⁱˢᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵈ ʳᵒᵒᵐ ʰᵉ'ˢ ˢʰᵃʳᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ‧ 'ᵂʰᵃᵗ ⁱˢ ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ?' "ᴼʷ‧" 'ᴬʰ ᵐʸ ᵍᵘᵐˢ‧ ᴳᵃʰ! ᵂʰᵃᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ?' "ᔆʰᵉˡᵈᵒⁿ?" ᔆʰᵉ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱᵐ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᵐᵉᵈⁱᶜⁱⁿᵉ'ˢ ʷᵒʳⁿ ᵒᶠᶠ ᵇʸ ⁿᵒʷ‧ ᴼⁿˡʸ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ʰᵉ'ˢ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʳᵒᶜᵉᵈᵘʳᵉ ᵈᵒⁿᵉ⸴ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳˢ‧ "ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵘⁿᵍʳʸ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃⁿʸ ˢᵒᶠᵗ ᶠᵒᵒᵈ?" "ᴵᶜᵉ ᶜʷᵉᵃᵐ⸴ ᵇᵘ’ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ʰᵘⁿᵍʷʸ ᶠᵒʷ ᵃ ᵐᵉᵃˡ ʸᵉᵗ‧" 'ᵀᵒ ᵖᵃⁱⁿᶠᵘˡ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵃˡᵏ ⁿᵒʳᵐᵃˡˡʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ ˢᵒᵘⁿᵈ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵗᵒᵈᵈˡᵉʳ!' "ᴵ ᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ˢᵉᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵉⁿᵗⁱˢᵗ‧‧" "ᔆʰᵉˡᵈᵒⁿ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᶠⁱⁿᵉ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱᶜᵉ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵐ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃᵗᵉ ʸᵉˢᵗᵉʳᵈᵃʸ‧" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ˢⁱᵍʰˢ‧ 'ᴰⁱᵈ ᴵ ᵇⁱᵗᵉ ᵐʸ ᵗᵒⁿᵍᵘᵉ?' "ᔆᵒ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ʳᵉᶜᵃˡˡ?" "ᴳᵒⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵘʳᵍᵉʳʸ⸴ ʰᵒˡᵈⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘʷ ʰᵃⁿᵈ ᵇ'ᶠᵒʳᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃˢ ᴵ ʷᵒᵏᵉ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ‧ ᴵ ᶠⁱⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃʳʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵐᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵘᵐ ᵇᵘᶜᵏᵉᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒᵒᵐ?" 'ᔆᵒ ʰᵉ ⁱˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ˢˡᵘʳʳⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱˢ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ᵃˢ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᵃˢ ʸᵉˢᵗᵉʳᵈᵃʸ' ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ʳᵉᵃˡⁱˢᵉᵈ⸴ ʷⁱᵖⁱⁿᵍ ᵈʳᵒᵒˡ‧ "ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵉˡˢᵉ‧" "ᵂᵉ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ˢᵗʳᵃⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ʷⁱᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ʳᵘⁿⁿⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵃⁿʸ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿᵃˡˡʸ ᵏⁿᵒʷ‧" "ᴳᵒᵒᵈ‧" ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᵒᵐⁱᵗᵗᵉᵈ ᴴᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᵃⁿᵈ ᔆᵃⁿᵈʸ; ˡᵘᶜᵏⁱˡʸ ʰᵉ ˢᵉᵉᵐˢ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵒᵗᵗᵉⁿ‧ "ᴬᵐ ᴵ ᵈʳᵒᵒˡⁱⁿᵍ‽" 'ʸᵉˢ‧' "ᴺᵒᵗ ᵇᵃᵈ‧‧" 'ʸᵉˢ ˢᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ‧' ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ʷⁱᵖᵉˢ ⁱᵗ‧ "ᵂʰᵃᵗ ˢᵒᵘⁿᵈˢ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ⁿᵒʷ?" ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᵃˢᵏˢ‧ "ᴳᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ˢʷᵉᵉᵖ‧‧" "ᴵ ˢᵉᵉ‧ ᵀᵃᵏᵉ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ‧‧" "ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᴵ⸴ ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ‧ ᴵ ᵐᵉᵃⁿ ⁱᵗ‧" "ᴶᵘˢᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᴵ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ‧" "ᔆᵒ ᵈᵒ ᴵ‧‧" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ‧ to be cont. Pt. Two

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"You know I hate these early mornings," Plankton grumbled, his eye squinting against the glaring light. Karen, his ever-patient wife, offered a gentle smile, her hand resting firmly on his arm. "It's just a simple procedure," she assured him, as he’s getting his wisdom teeth removed as a preventative measure. The drive to the surgery center was quiet, except for the soft hum of the car's engine and the occasional swipe of the windshield wipers against the rain. Plankton's stomach churned with nerves, his thoughts racing to worst-case scenarios. Karen noticed his grip tightening on the armrest and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. Once they arrived, the receptionist's bright smile did little to ease Plankton's anxiety. The waiting room smelled faintly of antiseptic and mint, a sterile combination that always made him feel somewhat uneasy. They checked in, and Karen filled out the last of the forms while Plankton nervously tapped his foot, watching the clock's second hand move in slow, deliberate marches around the face. With a few moments to spare, Karen discreetly pulled out her phone and started typing a group text to her gal pals, Sandy and Pearl. "Plankton's about to get his wisdom teeth out! 😨🦷💊" she wrote. Her thumb hit send. Sandy's response was almost instant, "Good luck to him! 💪🤞 I'll be thinking of him!" Pearl's message popped up moments later, "Oh no, poor guy! Send us updates, please! 🥺💔" The nurse called Plankton's name, and Karen gave his hand a final squeeze as they followed the nurse to the operating rooml, her thumbs poised over the keyboard of her phone. "Going in now. 🙏💛" The room was cold and clinical, with shiny instruments gleaming in the harsh overhead lights. Plankton's breathing grew shallow as he settled into the chair, the paper crinkling under him like a warning. The anesthesiologist, Dr. Shell, was a kind-faced crab with a gentle demeanor that somehow made Plankton feel slightly less nervous. "This won't hurt a bit," Dr. Shell assured him, placing a mask over Plankton before the iv. "Just breathe deeply and count back from twenty for me." Plankton nodded, his heart racing like a squirrel's in a predator's gaze. He took a deep breath and began to count, his eyes never leaving Karen's. "Twenty...nineteen...eigh-" his voice trailed off as the warm embrace of anesthesia took hold, his eyelid growing heavier by the second. Karen waited until he was fully asleep before sending another text. "He's in! 🛃💤 I'll keep you both posted." She watched as the surgical team went to work, their movements swift and precise. Karen watched the surgery finish and sat with him. He’s still asleep, drooling a bit, but she couldn’t help but smile at his peaceful snores. The nurse nodded her way, indicating everything had gone according to plan. She took a picture of him sleeping to send the gal pals. "Success! 👨‍⚕️💤🦷" she texted, including the photo. "The teeth are out, and Plankton's snoring like a champ!" Sandy's response was swift, "Phew! 😅 That's a relief. How's the little guy holding up?" Karen chuckled softly, typing back, "Out cold, but his snores are music to my ears. 😂🎶" Sandy's response was a symphony of emojis, "🎉🥂 He's gonna be so groggy when he wakes up! Make sure to get some funny videos for our group chat! 📹😂" Karen couldn't help but laugh at the thought of capturing Plankton's post- op antics. She knew her friends would get a kick out of it. The nurse, sensing her amusement, leaned in and whispered, "You'll want to keep an eye on him when the anesthesia wears off. They can get pretty loopy." Karen nodded, her thumbs dancing over the phone's screen. "You bet I will. 😂🎥" she texted back to Sandy. The nurse returned with a small cup of water and a set of instructions. "Here you go. Make sure he sips this slowly once he's ready. And don't let him have any solid foods for a few hours. Just soups and smoothies." Karen nodded, still smiling at the thought of Plankton's impending drowsy adventure. Her phone buzzed again. It was Pearl this time, "Send us the updates! 👀💃" Karen looked down at Plankton, his mouth now swollen and his cheeks still numb as he slept. With a smirk, she sent a quick selfie of the two of them, his mouth open and her thumb up in the background. "Still hasn’t woken up, but I'm ready for the post-op show! 😂🤡" Sandy's reply was, "Oh, the joy of modern medicine. 😂💊👨‍⚕️" The nurse returned with a wheelchair to take Plankton to the recovery area. Karen helped his body sit up, and his head lolled against her shoulder. As they made their way down the hall, his eye still remained closed. Sandy responded to the selfie with a string of laughing emojis and a thumbs up. "You've got this! 😂👍" Pearl's message was a bit more dramatic, "Oh my gosh, he looks like he's been in a battle with a sea serpent and lost! 🐉💨🤕" Karen couldn't help but chuckle, despite her exhaustion from the early morning and the worry. Plankton began to stir as the wheelchair stopped. "We're here," Karen whispered, adjusting his pillow. The nurse helped him into a recliner, and Plankton's eye flickered open, a look of confusion spreading across his face. "Whewe...an...I?" he slurred. Karen held up the cup of water and the nurse nodded. She brought it to his lips, and he took a tentative sip, wincing as the coolness hit his numbed mouth. The sensation was oddly comforting. "Teef...?" Plankton managed to ask, his voice thick with sleep and the aftermath of the procedure. Karen giggled at his speech, snapping another photo of his swollen, goofy smile. She sent it to Sandy and Pearl, adding, "Ahoy there, pirate Plankton! 🏴‍☠️🦷" The responses came flooding in, a river of laughter and well wishes. "Looks like he found the hidden treasure of pain relief! 😂💊💎" Sandy texted. "Send our regards to the tooth fairy for us! 🧚‍♀️💃" Pearl added. Their messages brought a warmth to Karen's heart, reminding her that she wasn't alone in this moment, despite being miles apart from her friends. The nurse left them in the recovery area, the steady beep of monitors and the distant mumble of patients and staff filling the space. Plankton's eye grew heavier, and he drifted back to sleep, snoring gently. Karen, now in charge of documenting Plankton's recovery for their amusement, sent another update. "Pirate Plankton's snoring symphony is in full swing! 🐠💤🎶" This time, the replies from her friends were even faster, their emojis reflecting the comical sight of her husband. Pearl's response was a string of laughter and a band-aid emoji, "Tell him not to talk to the fishes about his treasure lost! 🐠🤐💨" Karen giggled at the thought and leaned in to whisper in Plankton, "You've got fans waiting for your tales of the deep, captain." His snores grew louder, a gentle sea breeze escaping his mouth like a lullaby for the fishes. Her phone vibrated again. Sandy had responded with a series of emojis: "🐠💨💃💃💃" followed by "Make sure he doesn't swipe his treasure map with those souvenir teeth! 🛃💃🐠" Karen couldn't resist playing along, sending a photo of Plankton's teeth, now in a tiny plastic treasure chest, along with the text, "Arrr, he's lost his pearls, but the sea's still got plenty more! 💎🐠🏹" Sandy replied with a row of clapping fish, "What a hero's journey he's had! 🐠👏" and Pearl chimed in with, "Those teeth are now part of the ocean's legend! 🐠💃💃" Karen's phone buzzed again, and she saw that Sandy had sent a meme featuring a lobster with wisdom teeth, holding a tiny pirate flag. "This is too much," she thought, laughing quietly so as not to wake Plankton. She showed him the meme once he began to stir again. His swollen smile grew wider, and he managed a chuckle, his speech still slurred. "Arrr, I'm the king of the sea now, aren't I?" Sandy texted back, "Definitely the king of the dental seas! 🐠👑💃" Pearl sent a GIF of a fish doing a celebratory dance. "Your teeth are now part of the ocean's treasure! 💃💃💃" The playful banter between the friends continued, with each text bringing a little more life to Plankton's droopy eye.

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ephemeral, eternal by Bakugods Anime » Ace of Diamond/ダイヤのA Romance & Humor, Eijun S., Furuya S., Miyuki K., Wakana Published: Jun 14, 2015 ephemeral, eternal high as a kite summary: Eijun goes to the dentist and gets his wisdom tooth removed. pairing/s: eijun/wakana, furuya/haruno, tetsu/takako Wakana grabs the car keys and heads out, with her husband following behind her. "W—W—Where are... where are... we..?" Eijun drawls, his eyes looking at every corner of the interior of the car. Wakana glances at Eijun from the road and she giggles. "In the car, Eijun." She answers him, but he still continues to look dazed and his mouth hangs open. "Car... red lights..." he mutters under his breath, his eyes closing to a half but proceeds to look around him. "Huh.. baseball... bat..." He snickers lazily when his half-lidded eyes meet the baseball bat keychain hanging on the rear-view mirror. Wakana observes him with an amused smile on her face and continues to drive, turning to a neighborhood street. "Do you know what day it is?" She asks with a curious tone. Of course she has to ask. She's having too much fun seeing him make a fool out of himself under the influence of a drug. "Day... uhh, it's Christmas, right? 'cause it's really, really..." He pauses and lets out a long, exhausted exhale, "really... hmm... bright." And he rubs his eyes tiredly like a child. "Mmhmm." Wakana replies and parks by the sidewalk, along with other vehicles parked in front of a house. "It's the 1st of July!" She announces, turning off the engine and unbuckling hers and Eijun's seatbelt. "July..." Eijun murmurs, his eyes sleepy and dropping to a close. Until they snap wide open, his pupils shrunk and his eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets. "It's—It's —It's Grocery 20% Sale Month!" He shouts, sitting up on his seat in complete panic. Wakana throws her head back and laughs at his sudden outburst. Okay, she doesn't mind dealing with this kind of Eijun. Tame, innocent, clueless Eijun; compared to the loud, obnoxious Eijun she has to tolerate and control with every single day of her life. She doesn't mind at all. "Uh-huh. What else, sweetheart?" She says this time, muttering a let's get down to Eijun as both of them got off the car—with Eijun almost dropping to his weak knees once his sneaker-clad feet hit the concrete. "It's—uh... a Friday?" Eijun guesses, walking very slowly to where Wakana was standing. She giggles and grabs his arm to guide him before walking towards the house they parked in front of. "Nice try, but give me another guess." She pushes, climbing up the short steps of the front porch of the house. Eijun furrows his eyebrows in confusion and his lips form a childish pout. "...Saturday?" He scratches his cheek, looking around, once again, aimlessly. "Close enough." Wakana reaches up and was about to ring the doorbell when the front door unexpectedly swings open in front of them. "Ah! It's the Sawamuras!" The person who had opened the door—who happened to be Kuramochi—exclaimed in recognition, a sash wrapped across his torso with paint balls in different colors hanging on them and a protective armor stained with paint was protecting his front back. His left hand holds a toy rifle and he was wearing turtle helmet. Wakana stared at him weirdly, "Yoichi-kun?" She says, but said man only huffs through his nose and faces the male Sawamura. "Oi, Bakamura! Are you giving Wakana-chan a hard time again?!" He scolds, grabbing his friend by the ear. But Eijun only falls forward on to Kuramochi and started to murmur things again. "W—Whoa!" Kuramochi yells, grabbing hold of Eijun's shoulders. He glares at him and his eyebrow quirked. Wakana shakes her head in apology, grabbing Eijun and making him stand up straight once more. "Aaa, sorry, Yoichi-kun. He just got back from the dentist and the only time the clinic's open happened to be today so—" "He got his wisdom tooth removed!" A familiar voice says from behind Kuramochi. Wakana looks behind Kuramochi and sees the green-haired man's fiancé walking towards them, wearing the same outfit and weapon as Kuramochi, except his armor barely has any paint on it. "Yeah." Wakana answers, shaking Eijun's arm. "Miyuu~ki?" Eijun says slowly once he sees the former catcher, his tongue rolling clumsily as if testing the name in his mouth for the first time. Miyuki laughs and stands beside Kuramochi, "He's as high as a kite!" He flicks Eijun's forehead, with the latter not reacting and still looking dazed. Miyuki laughs in amusement and calls from the inside of the house, "Hey! Get the camera!" And proceeds to making fun of Eijun's stupefied self. Wakana watches the two of them as she hears shouts from the inside of the house: "This is going to go viral!" Jun. "Oogah!" Masuko. "Ya—ha! Look at his face!" Yoichi. "Ehh? He looks dumber than usual!" Mei. Wakana shakes her head and enters the house, seeing Jun and Yoichi holding a recorder on their hands. The rest of the men were either laughing out loud or cleaning their mess up. She sees her idiotic husband sitting on a couch looking dazed as ever, drool now dripping down his chin. His eyes are half-closed. She laughs again at the hilarious scene, her hand covering her mouth to stifle her laughter. NEXT DAY "Ha?" Eijun exclaims before wincing at the pain from his teeth, his hand gripping his cheek tenderly. Wakana looks up at him from the fresh laundry she was hanging up on their closet. "What is it?" She sticks her head out from their walk-in closet. "Jun-san tagged me in a video..." Eijun quietly mutters as his hands worked on selecting the video link. Wakana bites her lip in amusement and heads back inside the closet, trying her best to keep herself from laughing. She hums in response and ignores him entirely, making him think that she wasn't listening anymore. She hears the video start and Jun's voice resounded from his phone, "Yo, Eijun!" Eijun buries his face on his phone as he intently watches the clip. "Yaha! How does it feel being high?" Eijun's eye twitches at Kuramochi's remark, his face filled with utter confusion. Then there was laughter at the background. "H—high?" Eijun questions more to himself, until his own face shows up in the video. His face freezes in shock and his eyes widen in exaggeration as he gasps. Wakana purses her lips and gripped the shirt in her hand tightly, restraining herself to laugh as she gives glances at Eijun's expressions. After a few minutes of the video playing, Eijun remains silent. But by every passing second, his face flushes redder and redder than before. All in embarrassment. Diamond no Ace is rightfully owned by Yuji Terajima and Kodansha.

Wisdom Teeth and Wide Eyes: A Live Stream Disaster ratalarry Summary: Harry gets his wisdom teeth removed and it’s very chaotic and funny. Work Text: Louis couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he set his phone for a live stream in the waiting room of the oral surgeon's office. Louis knew the combination of anesthesia and pain medication was going to make for an interesting day. Harry was already a bit of a goofball on a normal day, so the idea of him being under the influence of medication had Louis both excited and a little apprehensive. "Hey, everyone," Louis greeted the camera with a smile. "So, I’m currently waiting for Harry to wake up from getting his wisdom teeth out. Thought I’d take you along for the ride today because, well, let’s be honest—it’s probably going to be hilarious." The chat quickly filled with comments from viewers, all eager to see what antics Harry would get up to. Louis kept an eye on the door, waiting for the nurse to come out. A few minutes later, the door opened, and a nurse came out with a big grin on her face. "You can come back now," she said. "He’s awake, and, well…." Louis couldn’t help but laugh as he followed the nurse to the room. He could hear Harry mumbling incoherently, his words slurred, tone full of exaggerated emotion. When Louis walked in, he was greeted by the sight of Harry sitting in a recliner, his cheeks puffed up, gauze packed inside his mouth. "Hey," Louis said softly, trying to suppress his laughter as he approached. But the moment Louis touched Harry’s arm, Harry jerked back dramatically, his eyes wide with indignation. "UGH!" he exclaimed, his voice muffled. "You can’t TOUCH me! I have a BOYFRIEND!" The nurses and doctors in the room couldn’t help but chuckle at Harry’s outburst, trying to hide their laughter behind their hands. Louis bit his lip, struggling to keep a straight face as he played along. "Harry, I am your boyfriend." Harry blinked up at Louis, his brows furrowing in confusion as he tried to process what he’d just heard. After a moment, his expression softened, and he blinked slowly as if realizing something profound. "Oh…?" voice softening into something resembling awe. "Yes, love, I’m your boyfriend." Harry’s face lit up with a dopey grin, eyes shining with affection. "love you," he slurred, leaning but stopping just short, his balance a bit off. Louis laughed, heart swelling with warmth as he carefully helped Harry to his feet. "I love you too, Haz," he said, wrapping an arm around Harry to steady him. With some help from the nurse, Louis got Harry into the car, all while continuing the live stream. The viewers were eating it up, flooding the chat with heart emojis and laughing faces. As they made their way, Harry kept trying to say something, but the gauze in his mouth made his words nearly impossible to understand. Louis just nodded along, making sure Harry stayed upright as he got him into the passenger seat. Once on the road, Louis decided they should stop and get something soft for Harry. Louis ordered a vanilla milkshake for Harry and some soup for himself. As they waited, Harry kept looking around the car, his expression growing more and more puzzled. "Did you get me anything?" Harry suddenly asked, his voice full of concern. Harry’s eyes widened in shock, and his lower lip started to tremble. "You… you didn’t get me anything?" he asked, his voice breaking as tears welled up in his eyes. "But… I thought…" "I got you a milkshake, see? It’s right here." Harry’s tears spilled over as he looked at the milkshake, and he let out a relieved sob. "You did get me something…" he whispered, sniffling as he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. "Thank you, Louis… I love you so much…" Louis’s heart melted as he handed Harry the milkshake, watching as Harry clumsily tried to drink. "I love you too, Haz," Louis said softly, voice full of affection. "I’m always going to take care of you." After the milkshake, Harry seemed to calm down, though the medication was still making him act a bit loopy. As they continued to drive, Harry noticed Louis talking to the camera again, answering questions from the viewers. But in his foggy state, Harry misinterpreted what was happening. He turned to Louis with a look of betrayal on his face. "Why… why are you talking about me?" he asked, his voice quivering with hurt. "Are you… are you being mean? Are you gossiping about me?" Louis was taken aback, but he quickly realized what was happening. "No, no, Haz, I’m not being mean," he assured, reaching over to squeeze Harry’s hand. "I’m just talking to the stream, letting them know how you’re doing. I would never gossip about you." Harry blinked, confusion deepening. "You’re… you’re not my real boyfriend, are you?" he asked, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You did something to… why are my cheeks so big? What did you do?" Louis couldn’t help but laugh softly, even as he tried to reassure Harry. "Haz, love, I promise I’m your real boyfriend. Your cheeks are big because of the surgery, remember?." But Harry wasn’t convinced. In a sudden fit of defiance, he reached into his mouth and pulled out one of the pieces of gauze, spitting it out at Louis before bursting into a fit of giggles that lasted a good ten minutes. Louis laughed along with him, shaking his head in disbelief at how chaotic the day had become. The viewers were loving it, the chat exploding with laughter and supportive comments. Louis had to admit, despite the madness, it was endearing to see Harry in this state—so unfiltered, so purely himself. Eventually, they made it home, and Louis helped Harry out of the car, guiding him carefully up to the apartment. As they approached the door, Louis suddenly remembered the prank he had set up earlier in the day—he had put plastic wrap over the doorway as a joke, intending to surprise Harry when he got home. But in his current state, Harry wasn’t exactly coordinated, and before Louis could stop him, Harry walked straight into the plastic wrap, bouncing back slightly before staring at it in confusion. "Louis!" Harry exclaimed, his voice full of indignation as he rubbed his face. "Why is there a wall here? Who put this wall here?" Louis bust out laughing, quickly pulling down the plastic wrap as he guided Harry into the apartment. "Sorry, Haz, that was supposed to be a prank, but I didn’t mean for you to walk right into it." Harry pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. "You’re mean," he muttered, but there was no real anger in his voice. Louis grinned, leaning down to kiss the top of Harry’s head. "You’re right, love. I’m sorry. No more pranks today, I promise." As they settled into the living room, Harry suddenly looked up at Louis with wide, worried eyes. "Louis," he said, his voice trembling, "I… I think I did something wrong. I’m really sorry… please don’t be mad at me…" Louis’s heart broke at the sheer vulnerability in Harry’s voice. He sat down beside him, pulling Harry into a gentle hug. "You didn’t do anything wrong, Haz," Louis whispered, stroking Harry’s hair. "There’s nothing to be sorry for." "But… but it’s always my fault," Harry mumbled, voice small. "I don’t want you to be mad… I love you, Louis… please don’t leave me…" Louis held Harry tighter, aching at the thought of Harry feeling like this. "I’m not mad, and I’m never going to leave you, Harry," he said firmly. "I love you more than anything. You’re safe with me, always." Harry sniffled, cuddling closer to Louis, his anxiety slowly fading as he felt the warmth and comfort of Louis’s embrace. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice soft and full of love. "I’m really lucky to have you." "No, Haz," Louis whispered back, pressing a soft kiss to Harry’s forehead, "I’m lucky." They stayed like that for a while, just holding each other, til Harry suddenly perked up and looked at Louis with a serious expression. "Louis, I need you to do something for me," he said, his tone urgent. "What is it, love?" Louis asked, a bit concerned by the sudden change in Harry’s demeanor. "My skincare routine," Harry said, nodding as if this was the most important thing in the world. "I can’t do it right now, but it’s really important. Can you do it for me?" Louis bit back a smile, nodding earnestly. "Of course, Haz. I’ll take care of it for you." With Harry directing him (as best as he could in his current state), Louis carefully went through the steps of Harry’s skincare routine, applying each product with gentle hands. Harry watched him with a look of pure contentment, clearly pleased with how Louis was taking care of him. By the time they finished, Harry was starting to doze off again, his eyes drooping as he leaned against Louis. "Thank you," he murmured sleepily. "You’re the best…" Louis smiled, feeling a deep sense of love and warmth as he held Harry close. "I’m just taking care of you, love," he whispered. "Now, let’s get you to bed." Louis carefully helped Harry to the bedroom, guiding him under the covers and making sure he was comfortable. As he tucked Harry in, he couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride and affection for the man. "Goodnight, Haz," Louis whispered, leaning down to press a soft kiss to Harry’s cheek. "I love you." Harry, already half-asleep, mumbled something that sounded like "you too" before drifting off completely. As Louis quietly left the room, he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself, thinking back on the chaos. It had been a whirlwind, but also been a reminder of just how much he loved Harry—every part of him. And as he finally settled down on the couch, ready to relax after a long day, Louis knew one thing for sure: he wouldn’t trade this life with Harry for anything. Published:2024-08-24

Wisdom teeth, a twilight fanfic | FanFiction. Books Twilight. Wisdom teeth By: lauren0126. The title say it all... Bella gets her wisdom teeth out and Edward is there to care for her. https://m.fanfiction.net/s/6270085/1/Wisdom-teeth - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Bella, Edward - Words: 2,443 - Published: Aug 25, 2010 Tomorrow was the day I've been dreading for over a week. I was getting my wisdom out in the morning. To make it worse Charlie scheduled my appointment the day he has to go out of town. So of course Edward offered to take me. Jessica came up to us. "Hey Bella good luck tomorrow you'll do great" Jessica said "Thanks Jess" "Yeah Bella when I had mine out the worst part is all that pain your in after" Mike smiled at me. I cringed and Edward growled. "I mean you'll be fine it's different with everyone…" Mike stumbled for words "Okay I think we should head home" Edward glared at him. Edward pulled me towards the car and buckled me in and we were off to his house. I was staying there tonight since Charlie was out of town and Edward is going with me tomorrow. As I walked into the house I went straight to Edward's bedroom. I closed the door behind me and lay down on the bed, my head in the pillow. Edward sighed and I heard him coming up the steps. I heard the door open and weight on the bed and Edward lay down next to me, wrapping one arm around my waist. He buried his face in my hair and kissed my head. "Bella talk to me love" he laid his head on the pillow next to me. I shook my head and he sighed. "Can you at least look at me?" he pleaded. I shook my head again and there was a light knock on the door before it opened. "Bella would you like something to eat dear?" Esme asked sweetly. I didn't want to ignore her so I turned over and answered her. "Sure thanks" "No problem" she gave me a reassuring smile and turned to leave the room. Edward was still lying down but he was looking at me anxiously and I lay back down so I was facing him. He pulled me closer and stroked my cheek reassuringly. I sat up and rested my back on the headboard. "You'll be okay. I'll be there when you go to sleep and as soon as you wake up" "Promise?" I asked "I Promise" I brought his lips to mine and kissed him with as much passion as he dare allowed. He pulled away and looked into my eyes with shock. "Bella what are you…?" I cut him off with a kiss. "My mouth is going to be sore afterwards so I won't be able to kiss you for a while" I explained. "Oh is that so?" "Yes" I wined and leaned up to kiss him again. "Do you feel better now?" he asked after a while "A little I'm still nervous" he pulled me into his arms again "And it's okay to be Bella, but trust me when I say you'll be fine" "I just want to go to sleep" I confessed "Okay but I want you to eat first" Edward said sternly. Without another word I jumped out of the bed and down the stairs into the kitchen. I wasn't really in the mood to eat but I knew that this would probably be the last day that could have a real meal. I walked into the kitchen just as Esme placed a plate with chicken and vegetables in front of me. "Thanks Esme" I smiled up at her "Your welcome sweetheart" she smiled back and walked into the Living room. I sat eating my dinner for about 10 minutes before I got up to put the rest in the trash and walked into the living room. Edward opened his arms up for me and I slid onto his lap. "So Bella are you ready for tomorrow?' Carlisle asked "I guess" I shrugged "Don't worry it'll be fun" Emmett laughed (That's what my cousin told me) "You'll be fine and I can take you shopping afterwards" Alice cheered "Bella relax" Jasper and Rosalie said at the same time. Edward's POV After a while of talking Bella finally fell asleep on me and I took her upstairs to my room. I laid her down on the bed. I pulled the blankets over her and climbed into bed next to her. I pulled her close and inhaled her scent waiting. Her appointment was at 9 so it was around 8 when I decided that I should probably wake her up. "Bella it's time to wake up" I shook her lightly She didn't wake so I decided to have some fun. I lifted her up in my arms and set her down on her feet. "Edward!" she whined as she grabbed onto me. I kissed her forehead "Come on and get ready" I reached over and started to tickle her. She squealed with laughter and fell back on the bed and started to squirm around. I moved to her ribs where she was most ticklish and she let out the most adorable giggle. "There's that smile" I laughed. "No fair" I leaned in and kissed her lips once more. "Go and get ready we don't want to be late" I walked down the stairs and out to the car. The rest of the family went hunting today so I could take care of Bella later and I knew that she wouldn't want a lot of attention after. I heard her come down the steps minutes later. She got right into the car as did I and started the car. Once we were at the oral surgeon office I went to check Bella in and she went to get a seat. I followed her and took her hand in mine. "It's really starting to sink in now" she whispered as she leaned her forehead on my shoulder. "I know it seems scary right now but it'll be over before you know it" "I know I just…" "Bella" the nurse from the door called. I heard Bella's heart pound rapidly and grabbed onto my hand in a death grip. If I were human she would have really hurt my hand. The nurse brought us into the room and Bella took a seat in the chair, still keeping a tight hold of my hand. The nurse came over and rubbed Bella's arm with alcohol. "Just look at me" I told her. She winced as the pierced her skin and I could already see that she was getting drowsy. "You'll have to leave now" the nurse told me. I leaned down to kiss her one last time on the lips. "I'll be here when you wake up. I love you" She just closed her eyes. "We should be done in about an hour" The dentist said as he came in. I nodded. "Just take good care of her" I pleaded I walked out and shut the door behind and made my way back to the waiting room. I picked up one of the magazines on the table and waited. The dentist came out. "Edward" he called "She's fine and she did great" "Can I see her?" I was anxious "Yep right this way" He led me into the back room and there she was. There was a blanket wrapped around her and she seemed pretty out of it. "I'll go get an ice pack" "Thank you" I said as he left. I sat down next to her and rubbed her arm. She opened her eyes and reached up to touch her mouth but I grabbed her hand before she could. "Don't touch" I warned her She sighed and reached for my hand and grasped it tightly in hers. The dentist came back and handed an ice pack. "That should help with the swelling" he said He also handed me a paper with directions and her pain medication on it. "She'll be numb for the rest of the day and will probably just want to sleep. I'd go and get her medications because she'll probably be in pain when it wears off. You can take her home now." "Thank you" I said once again and turned to Bella "Are you ready to go?" I asked She nodded slightly and I gently wrapped my arm around her waist and lifted her up from the chair. She staggered dizzily on her feet but I kept her balanced. I wrapped her coat around her and headed out of the office. Once we made it safely to the car her eyes were already shutting. I started the car and drove home. It started raining and I remembered that I should pick up her medication at the drug store. I contemplated whether or not to wake her but I decided against it. I ran into the store and grabbed a couple of yogurt and pudding cups while I was there. I grabbed her medications, paid, and hurried back to the car. When I got back Bella was up and holding her cheeks. "Are you in pain?" I asked her "Mmm" she nodded and I handed her the ice pack. "I'll give you your medicine when we get back okay?" "Umkay" she mumbled I raced back to the house and helped her out of the car when we got back. I lowered her onto the couch and went into the kitchen to get her a pill and some water. I looked at the paper and it said that she needed to remove her gauze. That meant blood. I took a deep breath and headed back into the room. "Bella you need to take out your gauze" Without a word she got up and walked over to the trash. She started to pull out one side when she stopped abruptly and looked at me. "I'm fine" I promised her She continued to pull out the gauze and then threw it in the trash. She held her hand out for the pill and she took it with ease. She walked back over to the couch and placed the ice pack back on her face. "Its nowt colwd" she whined I smiled as I got an idea "I can help with that" I walked over to her and placed both my hands carefully on either side of her face. She leaned into my hands and closed her eyes. "Better?" I asked her She nodded again and before I knew it she was asleep. This was going to be a long couple of days 1 week later Bella's POV It's been 1 week since I got my teeth out and I feel better. Edward has been nothing but helpful and his hands made great ice packs. I didn't swell that much but I could barely eat. Today was the first day that I was going back to school. Edward and I worked on homework and I managed to get all of it done. I headed outside and met Edward by the car. "You ready to back to school?" he asked "I guess" I leaned up to kiss his lips "I missed that" he said and smiled against my lips. "You have no idea" I sighed He grabbed my hand as we walked to the car. "Thank you for taking care of me" I said "There's nothing else I would rather do" and he kissed me once more.

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