Tooth goes to the dentist
"Iray, I'm scared. For real."
Many days Tooth could allow himself to be soothed by Iray's presence, but today was not one of them. He was already wound up to the point where he simply could snap, and all of it had to do with what had fekking given him his name: the tooth.
His miserable mood did little to drive his lover away, thankfully. Despite playing the part of the unyielding grump, Tooth didn't want to be alone. That would only scare him more. So here he was, sitting bundled up in Iray's lap like an angry, skinny cat about to be exposed to water, waiting for his doom.
"I don't get what you're so worried about, cyar'ika," Iray replied, tucking one carrot red strand behind Tooth's ear. "That tooth is coming perfectly, you'll only be in for five minutes tops."
Tooth really wanted to believe him, but however hard he tried, he couldn't. His fright for medics, -dentists especially- was a fear deeply rooted in him since his days as a small child, or cadet, however you liked to call it. The fact that medics rarely bothered to tell you what was actually wrong, and instead talked over your head in medical terms, terrified Tooth. Even when thinking back on it now, years later, Tooth could feel his own breath getting shallow, his pulse pounding in his head while the cold sweat ran down his back.
"How do you know?" he shot back, ignoring the fact that his voice sounded hoarse even in his own ears. Soft arms closing around his frame alerted Tooth to the fact that he was trembling.
"Because I've checked almost every day." Iray replied innocently, pressing a soft kiss to the side of Tooth's jaw. It didn't take a genius to work out what Iray meant. Tooth blushed, glaring up at Iray with the beginnings of a grin on his face.
"Shut up, Teddy. Your tongue doesn't count, they'll find a million wrongs, like always..."
Iray gave him a light swat for the nickname, but Tooth hardly felt it. His gaze was glued to the clone who'd just entered the room. A medic, he recognized by the white uniform, but the most un-clone like brother he'd ever seen. He was dark skinned, short, tattooed vividly on his face. Even with his hair pushed back in a ponytail Tooth could make out a thousand, tiny curls on each strand. Part of Tooth thought he was beautiful, yet absolutely intimidating. In that moment it dawned on him that this had to be the dreaded Witch of the 796th. And he was watching him.
"CT-1215. Tooth, am I correct?" the strange brother asked, tone sharp like he tolerated no nonsense. All Tooth could do was to nod, swallowing hard. Iray squeezed his hand like it'd all be okay, and Tooth could only hope that he for once would be proven wrong by his lover. The Medic's lips were drawn slightly upwards as he watched them, like he was smiling.
"Come with me."
Tooth didn't dare to do anything else than obey. When he glanced back over his shoulder Iray gave him thumbs up, and in response Tooth childishly stuck out his tongue. As if on cue the Medic turned his head too, fixing Tooth with a sharp look. The redhaired gunner nearly jumped out of his skin, deciding to keep his mouth shut until he really had to open it.
It felt like they walked for forever, until finally the scary Medic came to a halt outside a fairly secluded room. He gestured with his hand for Tooth to step inside, and he sure didn't waste a moment to do just that.
Hunched over a datapad sat a medic with equally carrot red hair: Frogner. If the truth was to be told, Tooth tolerated Frogner. He seemed to care for his patients. Today was no exception. Frogner grinned widely at Tooth when he looked up, patting absent mindedly at a chair.
"Su'cuy, Tooth! I won't come at you with any forceps today, swear. Is that tooth of yours coming or not?"
Tooth had one most undignified blackout. He entirely forgot how to talk. Instead he just sat there dumbly, gaze flickering between the two medics. Especially at the dark skinned, scary one. Frogner appeared to be concerned about his state, turning with a raised brow towards the other medic.
"Wayii... On a scale from bad to worse, how badly did you scare my patient this time, Rhae?"
There was hardly any sting in Frogner's voice. It sounded like this was something Rhae the medic did each and every day, and Frogner was mildly amused by it.
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