1D/5SOS Doctor and Dentist Imagines

Imagine for hallohellohola (1D)

Disclaimer: I am not a dentist or Doctor so I apologize if anything isn't medically accurate.

Ages:
Harry- 28
Sophie- 22

•!!•!!•Sophie's POV•!!•!!

Today in my clinical class in dental school, we're going to be practicing our local anesthesia techniques. I was nervous as the class would be practicing on each other and I have an extreme fear of needles, but I'm sure I'll be okay.

"Good Morning Class!" The professor greeted us, with a bright white smile. "As you know today we will be practicing on giving local anesthesia. If you and your assigned partner could please go over to the dentist chairs and wait for me so I can observe.

I walked over to one of the chairs with my partner Michael, at this moment I was terrified. The thought of that evil needle going into my mouth just made me sick to my stomach, there was no way that I could get out of this without crying.

My thoughts are interrupted when Dr. Styles, our professor, makes his way over to Michael and I. "Okay, who's going first?"  He questions immediately, probably just wanting to get done with this lesson. I look at Michael, my eyes begging him to go first and thank gosh he does.

After putting on my gloves and mask, I grabbed the topical gel and rubbed it onto his gums so he wouldn't feel the needle as much. About a minute later I took the topical gel out and grabbed the hypodermic, pulling back Michael's cheek and injecting the medicine into his gums.

Five minutes later Michael told me that he was numb and got out of the chair, which meant it was my turn. I gulped and tried to calm myself down but I knew that I wasn't going to get out of this without crying.

A few minutes later Michael took out the topical gel and grabbed the hypodermic, this is it, 'I can do this' I kept telling myself even though I knew that I couldn't. Michael pulled back my cheek and I felt my eyes beginning to water, the needle poked my gum and a tear shed, I felt the medicine being injected and two more tears shed, followed by two more and then I was a full on sobbing mess.

"Sophie are you okay?" Dr. Styles asked me, I could hear the concern in his voice. "Yes I'm okay." I managed to get out, followed by a sob. "Why don't you go calm yourself down and then come back to me after class, okay?"

I nodded my head to Dr. Styles and swung my feet off the dentist chair, then walked out the door and into the ladies restroom.

That was the most embarrassing thing I've ever experienced! I cried in front of my professor and the worst thing is that I have a crush on him. He probably thinks I'm a freak now for wanting to be a dentist when I can't even handle getting a little jab.

*After Class*

I knocked on the door to Dr. Styles classroom and heard a faint 'come in.' When I walked into the classroom, Dr. Styles was still dressed in his scrubs, that got me wondering. "Ah Sophie, I'm pretty sure you're wondering why I asked you to come back." I nodded my head and he continued speaking. "Well I wanted to help you get over your fear."

I gulped. "My fear?" "Yeah you know, your fear of needles. I don't want you to have to live a life afraid every single time." He explained, which I thought was very kind of him. A few seconds later he gestured to the chair in front of us and reluctantly I sat down.

He pulled on a pair of gloves and a face mask before turning towards me with some topical gel on a q-tip, I opened my mouth and let him spread it across my gums.

After the q-tip was took out of my mouth, Dr. Styles came over to me hiding something behind his back and I immediately knew that it was the evil needle. "Sophie, I want you to count to ten for me when I tell you. Okay?" I nodded my head to let him know that I was ready.

He gave me a signal and I began counting, I felt my cheek get pulled back but I never felt the needle poking my gum and I was halfway done with counting. When I reached number ten I looked at Dr. Styles and saw that he was taking the syringe out of  my mouth. "Oh my goodness, I didn't even feel the needle going in!"

He smiled. "That was part of the plan. Listen Sophie, I'd really like to help you with your fear, so maybe we could do this once a week until you get over your fear." "That would be okay, thank you Dr. Styles," I told him smiling because of him. He chuckled. "Please call me Harry."

* A month later."

I got over my fear with in the fourth week of beginning  treatment and it's all thanks to Harry.

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