Adam Driver Imagines

IMAGINE: Adam Trying to Help You Get Over Your Fears

| IMAGINE for @totoroislit |

You sit in the chair in the dentist's office, your legs shaking. You keep cracking your knuckles, unable to sit still.

     A dental assistant pokes her head out of the door and looks into the waiting room. When she spots you, she smiles kindly. "Y/N, Doctor Driver will see you know." She states. You take a deep breath and stand up. You follow her into a back room. "If you'll just wait in here, Doctor Driver will be in in a minute." The assistant says.

     "Thank you." You give her a wobbly smile and then sit down in the chair. You haven't been to a dentist for years. You're absolutely petrified of dentists and had refused to see them until you started getting this terrible pain in your jaw. You tried to ignore the pain until you could bear it no longer. You took the plunge, made an appointment, and have had nightmares for a week straight.

      You shudder, the dental smells assaulting you. You haven't missed the smell or the sights of dental offices.

     "Y/N?" Doctor Driver asks, coming into the room. You turn your head and your eyebrows lift in surprise. Why did all of the doctors in your nightmares look like creepy old men ready to rip out your teeth with frightening looking instruments? Doctor Driver looks young and good looking.

     "Uh, yes." You smile. Smiling, he holds out his hand and you shake it.

     "I'm Doctor Driver, but you can just call me Adam. The doctor is a little too formal for me." He laughs softly, putting you at ease.

"Okay, Adam. It's nice to meet you."

     He claims a seat. "So what seems to be the problem, Y/N? You're experiencing some discomfort in your jaw?"

     You nod. "Yeah, it happened very suddenly and the pain has gotten increasingly worse over time."

     "Hmm, okay, and when was the last time you visited a dentist?" He asks curiously, flipping through your thin file. You shift in your seat and bite your lip. Adam looks up, an eyebrow raised.

     "Ummm, it has been a while." You murmur sheepishly. You lean forward. "The truth is, I'm terrified of dentists. I almost passed out making the phone call for this appointment. I almost canceled, like, twelve times."

     "Oh my." Adam chuckles. "Well, Y/N, that's nothing to be ashamed of. A lot of people are scared of the dentists. When they think of dentists, all they see is blood, creepy looking instruments, and pain. Don't worry, I'm used to people being a little terrified of me. It kind of comes with the job." He assures you, winking. You smile widely, which causes a sharp pain in your jaw. You wince. You lightly touch a hand to your jaw.

     "So what do you think could be causing this pain? I'm-I'm kind of scared. I-I-I knew this girl who had pain in her jaw just like me, and the doctors couldn't find out what was wrong with her. Nobody could help her. Before she knew it, her teeth started to fall out. You know, I don't want that to happen to me. I don't like dentists so I want the least amount of dental work as possible. If my teeth start falling out, that means I'll have to get fake teeth which means more dental work for me, which isn't what I want. No offense to you, but I'd rather not see you again. Not that I don't like you, I just don't like your profession." You blurt out in a string of words. Adam stares at you, his eyes wide. He blinks once in surprise and you flush deeply.

     "Sorry, that all just came flooding out." You clear your throat, embarrassed.

"Okay then." Adam laughs. "Well before you freak out completely on me, let's just take some x-rays and see what we can find, okay? There's a really good chance it's just something simple."