How could she allow this? I gulp a few lungfuls of air trying to appear calm. Tremors begin to pulse through my body, betraying me. My heart pounds in my ears like the rhythmic ticking of a clock marking the seconds to my doom. I’m frantically scanning the room for an escape when I notice the series of nasty, metal instruments to my right. I consider pocketing the sharpest one and threatening my way to freedom when the door groans open.
“It’s nice to meet you, Trevor. I’m Doctor Wilkins. Your mom tells me your tooth’s been bothering you.”
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