My second story! Please check out the first if you haven't seen it, it's a jelsa. I am a fan of both Jelsa and Hiccelsa, and I'm not ashamed. Please enjoy this story!
"Who's this?"
"Patient 3843. Hiccup."
Hiccup was such a strange name, surely it didn't belong to him.
Hiccup did not dare open his eyes. His body felt heavy, like lifting a finger was lifting weights.
He felt a paper like material covering his whole body, like a jumpsuit. A soft cotton blanket pulled him against a sandpaper mattress.
He tasted remnants of some kind of slip in his mouth. It tasted like beans, overcooked or something.
Hiccup heard a man and woman talk about him as if he was asleep.
"The latest patient." The man said. "Child's department?"
"Actually the teen department."
He was a teenager? Ok then. Hiccup had only just learned his name, it seemed crazy that he was a teenager, not much younger. He had no memories to go by. Until he opened his eyes he had no idea what he even looked like.
He was in a white room, the thing that had been poking into him was an IV. Whatever that meant. Those two letters lay on the bag that the wire in his arm was connected to. On his left was a mirror.
His face was large and flat. Thick eyebrows over his rectangle green eyes. A button nose and thin lips.
"How old?" The man asked.
"Fifteen."
Ok he thought.
Hiccup turned his hand over, his palms were red and his knuckles were bruised and purple.Freckles were like sprinkles all over his face.
Oh how he craved a cupcake. He didn't remember much, but one thing Hiccup remembered was the sweet taste of strawberry cupcakes.
"Hiccup… No last name?"
No last name. Did he need one?
"Apparently not."
A nurse appeared in the reflection. She was tall and yellow-haired, wearing a paper hat and white dress. She slowly took off the IV, putting a bandaid where it had been.
"Darling." The nurse coaxed. "Wake up."
Hiccup turned his head, seeing a bald man with a clipboard stare at him.
The nurse pushed Hiccup to a sitting position.
"Where-" His voice was strange, the words like puddy in his mouth.
"You're at Saint Minnie's psychiatric hospital."
Psychiatric. That was such a large word. What did it mean. Was it large as to confuse people? Elude them to it's meaning?
"You're in you're room." The nurse continued. "Shall I take you to the gardens? You can meet some kids your age."
She spoke to Hiccup as if he was a child. He nodded numbly, not knowing what else to do. Another nurse came in pushing a wheelchair.
Why did he need a wheelchair? The nurse pushed off his covers. That was why.
Instead of two feet, he had one bare one and a stump. A little past his knee, there was no leg. There was nothing.
He hopped to the wheelchair, grasping on the arm of the nurse. He fell into the surprisingly comfortable seat and was rolled out of the room.
With his hands in his lap, Hiccup watched white hallways pass other rooms like his. Some kids his age were being guided out into the gardens as well. Hiccup was pushed down a ramp and sat next to a fine wooden bench.
The gardens were beautiful. A water fountain sat in the middle, spurting out fresh, crystalline, water. Other kids were out there too, some were in wheelchairs, most sitting on the stone and dirt grounds or aimlessly walking around.
Next to Hiccup was a bed of yellow five petaled flowers with a large plate of little brown circles. Sunflowers they were called. Sunflowers.
Sitting on the edge of the water fountain was a girl who looked to be his age. She had pure white hair, fluffy like the clouds. It was done in a messy bun, many strands of hair loose, falling on her face. The girl's eyes were blue, a very light blue. They stared at Hiccup, reading him. She wore the same thing that Hiccup wore, but it was tighter on her, hugging her thin, creaky body.
In the girl's bone like fingers, was a thick blue book with silver letters on the spine.
Dictionary.
Hiccup didn't know what that meant. What stood out to him was diction, then their was 'ary'. What those things were was a mystery to him.
The girl sat up confidently, and stomped over to Hiccup.
She held out her free hand, a serious expression on her face.
"I'm Elsa." She deadpanned.
Hiccup weakley took her hand, it felt soft, but strong like a piece of metal with a fabric over it.
"Hiccup…" He replied.
"That's a strange name." Elsa said sitting on the bench next to him.
"I- I know." Hiccup mumbled.
"It's an action not a noun." Elsa flipped to a certain page and traced a line with her finger.
"What?" Hiccup shifted in his seat.
"A hiccup is- an involuntary spas-m- of the diaphragm- and respiratory organs, with a sudden- closure of the- glottis- and a characteristic sound like that of a cough."
"Oh.." Hiccup breathed.
Elsa's eyes skipped from her book onto Hiccup, first at his lower half, then his face. "You just have one foot."
Hiccup was feeling offended now. "Well you have white hair!"
"It's a condition." Elsa said immediately. She closed her book and set it beside her. "What happened to you?"
Hiccup looked down at his stump. "I don't know."
Elsa picked up her book again. "Maybe they'll put a peg on it or something."
A peg? "What's a peg."
Elsa was right on it. She flipped to a page, her finger right under the word. "A a short cylind-rical piece of wood, metal, or plastic, typically tap- tapered at one end, that is used for holding things together, hanging things on, or marking a position." She slumped. "That's not- hm. It sort of replaces a leg." She shrugged.
"Where are we?" Hiccup murmured.
"A psychiatric hospital." Elsa stated.
"What's that?" Hiccup weaved his fingers together.
"They've pronounced you insane and now you're here with all the rejects."
He knew what that meant. "But I'm not-"
Elsa cut him off. "And I'm not either! But our parents stuffed us in here and they convinced us that we were insane and so it happened!"
"Why-"
"NO!" Elsa yelled. "I'll ask the questions!"
That was when Hiccup noticed scars on her wrists. The ones closest to her palm were older, a darker red. But as the line went down, they got newer, fresher.
"May I ask just one more?" Hiccup began.
Elsa calmed down. "One more."
"Why are you here?" Hiccup said, his gaze on the scars.
He could tell that Elsa knew what he meant. She pulled her sleeve over the scars. "I was diagnosed to suicidal to function in normal society." Elsa held her chin high. "So they stuck me here- so that I would not kill myself."
"Oh…"
"Now what's with your voice?" Elsa hissed.
Hiccup held up his hands. "I don't know! Stop insulting me!"
"You'll get your fair share of that here!" Elsa barked.
Elsa sat up. She stormed off, leaving her dictionary on the bench.
"Hey! You forgot-" but their was no point, she was gone.
Hiccup picked up the book and flipped through it. So many words, and so many meanings of them. Some of the words were tagged, words like bipolar.
Characterized by both manic and depressive episodes, or manic ones only. Of a person suffering from bipolar disorder.