He was not looking forward to this: a dental appointment arranged by Symes, the chief chemist in cements/dentures.
Nerve death and tooth loss had been one of the priority projects his father had financed just before passing on.
Once upon a time Calvin never questioned the trials he would put himself through for the Company, but now it let loose of his reins, he began to feel very differently about it.
His jaw twinged - that damn needle had hurt more than it was worth, and with the numbing block kicking in, he felt like Moonface from the Faraway Tree.
“Just lie back Mr Johnstone” the male nurse had said authoritatively whilst tying a bib around his neck and clasping it uncomfortably tight. He then slid a pair of charcoal dark sunglasses onto the bridge of Calvin’s nose.
A clamp was placed in his mouth before he could say much, and the bright light above still managed to stream into his eyes. Calvin thought of all the places he would rather be right now.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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