Y/N sat in the car looking at the clock on the radio. Her mother sat in the driver's seat ready to go. Y/N looked at her phone once more waiting for a text from Brandon. She sighed before turning to look at her mother.

"Ma, I don't want to do this anymore," Y/N stated pouting in sadness.

Her mother rolled her eyes, "Girl, I know your teeth been hurting you for a while. You're getting this surgery today!"

Y/N sucked her teeth as they got out of the car. Walking into the office she was the only patient. The front desk greeted them. Y/N stayed quiet and let her mother do all the talking. Sooner or later she was walking to the prep room.

"Good morning, Y/N!" The nurse cheered happily.

Y/N softly smiled as the nurse led her to the sink, "Rinse your mouth with this antibacterial wash and then come sit in the chair."

Y/N did as she was told. She grimaced at the taste in her mouth before sitting down. The nurse continued to comfort Y/N. Another person came in. Y/N asumed she was the anesthesiologist. The nurse hooked Y/N up to the blood pressure machine and connected the heart moniter to her.

"Hi, Y/N! How are you feeling today?" The oral surgeon came in.

Y/N rolled her eyes, "I wish people would stop asking me that."

The doctor laughed, "You seem moody today. Do you not want your wisdom teeth out?"

Y/N watched as they got the IV ready, "I mean I want them out. My mother didn't want my boyfriend to come with me."

"Oh, I see! But isn't he picking you up afterwords?"

"Yes, but my mother was making me upset."

The doctor conitnued to work on the IV, "Teenagers."

Y/N felt a little pain as they pushed the IV into her skin. She winced a little. The doctor continued to hook up the saline bag along with the local anesthesia. The room started to blur. Y/N shook her head to get rid of it.

"Is that the medicine kicking in?"

"Yup. You're gonna be out in a minute."

The nurse proceeded to put goggles on Y/N's face to protect her during the procedure. Y/N tried to stay awake as the medicine ran through her blood stream. Her eyes closed shut and she was out for the next hour.

"Y/N it's time to wake up!" The recovery nurses said softly.

"What?" Y/N mumbled wanting to go back to sleep.

Her body was heavy. She felt them lift her up and move her to the recovery room. Her mouth was filled with gauze. She felt like she was floating across the room. Y/N felt them sit her down. They continued to talk to her while she woke up.

"Ohh, what that playing on the radio? Is that Michael Jackson? That's my song." Y/N said laughing.

"You can't talk right now, Y/N." One of the nurses said as they pulled a blanket over her.

With red glazed eyes Y/N looked at the nurse, "And why not?"

"You need to let the blood clots form. You don't want to get a dry socket right?"

Y/N shook her head no, "Where's Brandon?"

"He's on his way up now." The nurse continued to tend to her needs.

"Can ya'll take this blood pressure machine off?" Y/N looked down at her arm feeling the tight sensation.

"No, we still need to moniter you."

Y/N was about to cry in frustration when she saw Brandon walk through the doors, "Oh my god. He's so cute. Brandon!"

He smiled at her, "Hey. You all done?"

She smiled at him before laughing and looking away. The nurse stood to her feet to greet him. He listened intensly to the directions for Y/N's aftercare. She continued to sing in the background.

"Y/N, bae. Stop talking." Brandon rubbed her shoulder.

"It was playing on the radio. Why they don't want me to sing if the radio is playing?" She mumbled leaning into Brandon's touch.

He laughed, "I don't know. No talking. We want you to get better."

"I can't talk. Ya'll gone have to leave me alone because I can't talk. Opsies." Y/N put a finger to her lips.

Brandon shook his head before grabbing the aftercare bag from the nurse. Y/N was laughing at nothing as he lifted her up to her feet. Her cheeks were swollen to the max and her speech was slurred.

"Baby, I love youuu." Y/N said as he opened the car door for her.

"I love you too. Stop talking." He said kissing her cheek as he fastened her seatbelt.

She tried to pout but her face was too big. She turned on the radio instead of talking. Brandon drove her home. Her mother's car was in the driveway. Brandon led her inside.

"Where you wanna sit, sweetheart?"

"In the movie room. I wanna watch movies. I'm not tired."

Brandon called out to her mom, "We're going down to the movie room."

Y/N handed Brandon the remote and he canvased for movies. Y/N pointed to the kids section. He put on one of her favorite movies, Black Panther. Y/N laid next to Brandon in silence. He caressed her side gently.

"Thanks for today, B."

"You know I'll always take care of you."

authors note: yeah this is late. but anyway I've been recovering from wisdom teeth surgery and this is how my recovery lowkey went.

this is for @whorekk

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