“So we’re all set?” I said, looking down over the counter at the receptionist.
“Yup, all set! Just go on in.”
“Ok, thanks.” I was nervous about getting this cavity drilled, and doubly so since I’d just moved to the area and had to get it done with a new dentist. I walked down the dimly lit hallway and into the tiny room at the end.
“Please, have a seat.” The dentist was already wearing a pair of glasses with loupes attached.
I eased into the chair and laid my neck back against the headrest. Almost immediately I begin to feel creeping fingers of anxiety pry and poke at my gut.
“Just going to give you a little needle here,” he said, and did so. I felt a sharp stabbing pain in my gums. He withdrew the syringe and a warm numbness began to spread into my jaw and cheek.
“So how long is this going to take, do you think?” I said, my mouth already feeling as though it were stuffed with cotton.
“Well, that will largely depend on you.” A grin spread across his face, which I found unnerving.
The numbness had spread out further now, much further than it should have, into my arms and waist. I tried to get up and found that I could not move. My limbs were like cement.
“Let’s get started shall we?” he said, still smiling. He picked up a drill and its high-pitched whirr was the wail of a banshee foretelling my doom.
I looked at the ceiling lights above and saw, for the first time, that they were spattered with blood.