Another outbreak hits the city and it’s my turn to wake with bleeding gums and no teeth. I ring the hotline, get hauled off for tests, and spend three days in Z-ward waiting for my new teeth to grow. It’s excruciating. No wonder babies do all that crying.
My new teeth are pearly white and pointed. Like a shark’s. The doctors say this is most unusual and I can choose to get them corrected, but I’m already fond of them. The doctors say there will be no ongoing side effects, but they’re wrong. I can feel it in my gills.