I wiped the mirror clean, staring at the reflection in the mirror - a man with a cheesy grin.
"Now just remember, smile!" he said.
I took a deep breath and forced the two sides of my mouth to lift upwards.
"Much better," the reflection said. "Oh look! They're coming."
Quickly I prepared myself as a boy and his mother came strolling through the door.
"Docter S'Miles thank god you're here!" the mother said. "Timmy's got another cavity."
"Ah yes," I said. "Mrs. Fern you can go and wait outside."
The mother stepped out of the room and closed the door, leaving Timmy with Docter S'Miles.
"Now Timmy," I said, "could you go lie down on the bed for me?"
Timmy laid down on the bed.
"Good...very good." I then proceeded to strap his arms and legs tightly to the bed. "Now, remember, this won't hurt a bit."
I smiled and reached my hand into my mouth. The set of false teeth I was wearing teared off, revealing my bloody, sharp teeth. I could see Timmy struggling to get out of the bed. I could see him trying to scream with the voice he once had.
"Shh..." I whispered. "Go to sleep now, little one."