“Shit, that hurts.” Lydia remembered when she had gotten hers out. “I hate to break it to you, Bon, but it might be in your best interest to get that checked out.”
“I will because I can’t live with this ache,” Bonnie yammered, annoyed pointing to her cheek where the wisdom tooth was, bringing the litte witch, nothing but pain. She felt as though it could burst at any time. “I’ll take a pain killer, and tomorrow I’ll go to Mister Doctor.” A groan with pain elicited from the petite redhead once more.
