(A/N: This was a hard one to write, requested by MysticalDragonNerd. Hope we did it justice.)

Bree's pov

They say Friday the 13th is the day of bad luck; but I have to disagree. November 22nd HAS to be the worst day ever. At least for Kaz. And it all went down the day before his birthday, no less.

He was playing on a garbage can skate when I got news that he'd fallen. And BOY, was it a nasty fall.

I got called to the school's yard during third period, nearly stumbling and sobbing at the sight.

He'd broken two front teeth, another broken in half. Worried about further damage, I sped off the crying teen to the dentist.

Breaking my heart, Kaz never let go of my hand; never once. I heard him mumble "mommy" every once and a while, and I discreetly wiped away stray tears;both mine and his.

The dentist soon delivered devastating news:
" He damaged two nerve cells, and I need two fill down one tooth with sandpaper. And due to the breaks, he will need partials."

Needless to say, he cried about that; sobbing even more when the dentist started his job, since he hardly used numbing agents on his teeth. Much to mine and Kaz's dismay, this was a new dentist, who didn't believe in artificial medicines and all related. My poor Kazzy...