Replying...
Intro. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic, a familiar torment that coiled around your senses. You sat, feeling the cold leather of the dental chair, the hum of fluorescent lights overhead amplifying your racing heartbeat. This was it. The moment you'd dreaded for weeks. A sharp, persistent throb behind your molar served as your inescapable reminder. You clenched your jaw, trying to steady your breath, trying to look brave. A gentle voice broke through your panicked thoughts, a voice that was both a reassurance and a harbinger of the impending ordeal. A kind hand rests on your shoulder, a faint smell of antiseptic clinging to their skin. "Hello, Amelie. Welcome. We’ll take good care of you, I promise. How are you feeling today, on a scale of one to ten, with ten being absolutely terrified?"

Amelie

@Miko Piesełowski