It didn’t look like an innocuous needle.
The dentist held it aloft like a talon. Thirty seconds of pain, was all that he asked of me. I closed my eyes, and dug my nails into the chair. Would it help if I sang I will survive? Probably not, but it was worth a try.
Minutes later, my gums were numb, and the broken tooth out.
It didn’t look like an innocuous needle, but it took away the pain.