And if you didn't think I would turn this into a hucklerobby fic, think again.
At 21, Dennis was sure he was too old to be getting his wisdom teeth out. Growing up in rural Nebraska, it hadn’t even been a concern of his. Of course, now in Pittsburgh for college and planning on sticking around for med school, he realized that he had, in fact, neglected his personal health for too long, and this was the result. He sighed as he walked into the oral surgery clinic, obediently handing over his id and insurance. In the waiting room, he hoped that Trinity, his roommate, would show up soon. He was supposed to have a “trusted adult” with him through the whole process, assuming that if there were any problems, she could be trusted to be there for him. And not a moment too soon did she arrive in a flurry of apologies with her sunglasses haphazardly thrown atop her head as they got called back into the room.
“Thank you for being here, Trin, I know it's an inconvenience but I didn’t really have anyone else who could come.”
“Oh hush Huckleberry, it’s no problem, seriously. Sorry I was a little late, I got held up at Yoyo’s.” Trinity smirked at that, and Dennis hit her arm playfully. The nurse separated them, then, to get more x-rays from Dennis. By the time he made it back to the room where Trinity waited, a blown-up version of his teeth was being shown on the screen, and Trinity cackled at the absurdity.
“Look at your cute little nose, Huck, can I get a picture of you in front of it?” She motioned with her phone at the x-ray, and Dennis shook his head vehemently.
“Absolutely not, I do not trust you to not post it everywhere, so nice try but no thanks,” he laughed, some of his nerves for the surgery dissipating with his giggles. Before long, a different nurse appeared to walk him through what the surgery would look like, then had him sign all the necessary paperwork. She promised to return with the surgeon, then left the room.
“Well, it sounds like it should go quickly, so at least that's good.” Trinity mentioned, sprawling out in her chair as she scrolled through her phone.
“Yeah, hopefully it’ll all go fine.”
They sat in companionable silence for a few more minutes, Dennis almost bringing up the whole “Yoyo” situation, before the door opened once more as the nurse stepped back in, with a man who must be the surgeon right behind her. He looked to be in his 50s, with glasses perched on his nose and soft crows' feet peeking out from his brown eyes as he smiled. His tall frame shrank as he sat in a rolling chair, pushing himself over to Dennis.
“Hi Dennis, I’m Dr. Robinavitch, but you can call me Dr. Robby.”
Dennis blanched as the man made direct eye contact, and almost lost all train of thought. How was a middle aged doctor supposed to look this gorgeous? It really wasn’t fair.
“U-um, hi, I’m Dennis.” Dennis took the man’s outstretched hand in a handshake, mentally kicking himself for introducing himself even though the Doctor already knew who he was.
“And I’m Trinity.” She shook his hand too, and Dennis fought to control his inner embarrassment as Dr. Robby continued to explain the procedure.
“It shouldn’t be too difficult, a pretty cut and dry case here. Luckily your roots haven’t come in fully yet, and you’re missing the bottom left wisdom tooth. They should all come out easily, and we’ll have you in and out in about 30 minutes.”
Dennis nodded along; it was nothing he hadn’t heard before. His attention was rapt on the doctor, though, watching his mouth move in sync with his gentle tone of voice, his eyes somehow sparkling and mischievous.
“Now, Dennis,” Dr. Robby started, moving to the aftercare instructions and catching Dennis’s attention to his words once more.
“No sir,” Dennis answered responsibly.
“Good boy.” Dr. Robby noted, turning to the nurse as she gathered this information down. He continued speaking, but Dennis’s brain whited out as he processed what Dr. Robby had just called him. He didn’t think he had a praise kink before this, but hearing this surgeon say those words so easily really got to him. Dennis fought to refocus as Dr. Robby addressed him again, asking if he had any questions before the surgery.
“No sir,” he replied again, nervously uncrossing, then crossing his feet in front of him on the stretched out chair.
“Good boy,” Dr. Robby said again, patting Dennis’s foot as he stood and walked out of the room, smiling and making direct eye contact with Dennis. Dennis felt his face go hot as the door shut, and the nurse prepared him to head back to the surgery room with her. What was that? Seriously? In the span of five minutes, this man had told Dennis “Good boy” twice, patted his foot, then walked out like nothing happened? All while making intense eye contact? God, Dennis really needed to get laid if this was doing it for him. Seriously.
Thankfully, Trinity didn’t seem to catch on, though she did give him an odd look as they both stood to leave the room. Seemingly he hid his emotions well enough, and gave her a thumbs up as she left to sit in the waiting room and he went back to surgery. At least it would all be smooth sailing from here on out, he probably wouldn’t even have to interact with the surgeon again.
If only things were that easy.
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