I was sitting in a chair and heard the sounds of drills and suctions. I heard small garbles of words like someone trying to talk around a bite blocker. It sounded horrifying. I heard the doctor say just a little bit more and someone else say “I don’t want the scrapey rake!” And then muffled oppositions. I was lost in the sounds when my name was called. “Emma” the nurse said. Follow me. I got up and couldn’t help but look. The person in the big chair was looking up at the light from all the way back. The tool was under her gums. “It’s just a cleaning, only deeper! It’s fun because it tickles your tooth blankets!” The person had tears running into their hair.