Holy crap long chapter is long . This one just kept going ang going and going every time I thought I was getting to a good stopping point for the chapter. ANywho, I had a great time writing this one, hope you all enjoy reading it just as much ^^
Hiccup was sitting up in the hospital bed that he had, to his great surprise and annoyance, woken up in earlier that morning, wired up to a mass of machines that all beeped or booped in a rhythmic symphony that grated on his nerves more and more each minutes he was stuck here. He kept his expression blank as he stared across at his dad who was standing at the foot of his bed staring back at him, same place he'd been standing since the doctor's declared Hiccup well enough for visitor's nearly an hour ago. Several times he had opened his mouth seeming about to say something but each time he had close it and fallen back into the awkward silence that stretched between them. Hiccup certainly wasn't going to offer anything up, he was in no mood for any conversation with his dad, awkward lecturey affairs that they always were, and he was sure this one would be the worst one yet.
Finally after another fifteen minutes of silence and one large fortifying breath, his father spoke. "Look Hiccup, I uh, I know things have been…difficult, since your mom, well-"
Hiccup spoke sharply cutting over his father's halting speech. "Can we not talk about this right now? I'm not really feeling up to it at the moment." Hiccup looked away as he spoke; his fists clenching his sheets subconsciously caused him to wince as his right arm throbbed. The doctor had told him they had sewn up the worst of his 'injuries' and then wrapped his arm in at least ten pounds of gauze and bandaging; despite that and the morphine his right arm still throbbed dully all the time, and no so dully if he ever tried to move use it.
His father looked at him for a moment before nodding, "Alright son, we can talk later." They stared at one another for a long moment before he spoke again, his voice sounding strained and awkward. "I've got to get back to work, I'll be back later, and I'm sure Gobber will want to stop by with me." Hiccup nodded in response, making a vague noise of acceptance, and watched his father's back as he left the room. With a sign Hiccup leaned back against as the mass of pillows the nurse, a young woman who Hiccup felt was far perkier then the situation wanted, had propped him up with before his dad had been shown into the room. He was going to be here for at least the rest of the week if not longer recovering, and they had him on suicide watch; he supposed he understood that but that didn't make it any less aggravating, now he'd have to wait until he was discharged to try again.
His thoughts shifted to the random Good Samaritan, some kid from his school, who had found him and called the police. According to the doctor Hiccup had be 'extremely lucky' if this kid had been even a little slower it 'might have been too late.' Hiccup sighed, he knew the kid was probably doing what he thought was right, but he honestly wished he'd just minded his own business; it would have made things a lot simpler for him. Hiccup groaned softly as his arm gave a particularly painful throb as he leaned father back into his pillows, figuring he might as well get some sleep seeing as there wasn't much else to do here. He had just close his eyes when he heard the doorknob click and the door swing open.
Jack looked down as his phone buzzed, Sandy's name popping up in the notification You know you're the last person he's going to want to see. From what you said it seemed less like a cry for attention and more like the real thing. Jack sighed as he looked around the waiting room of Berk Memorial Hospital, shifting in the less then comfortable chair he'd been sitting in for the last couple hours. Looking back to his phone he tapped out Ya, I doubt he wants to see me. What are the chances that's going to stop me? Jack clicked the phone shut and waited exactly seven seconds before getting the response Hold on, let me call you and answer that. Just be careful Jack, don't push. Jack smiled at his phone before the happy expression fell from his face as he thought back to the previous day in the school bathroom. The EMTs had told Jack that he'd called just in time and that the guy, Haddock they'd called him, which Jack assumed was a last name, was going to be ok. Still he was a small kid, and there had been a lot of blood on the floor, Jack hadn't been able to help but worry. Jack had spent the rest of the day there at the hospital and had started to complain about leaving when visiting hours were ending. He had actually refused to leave, feeling rather foolish considering he didn't even know the kids first name, until one of the nurses told him that the boy was out of surgery and that he had so many drugs in his system at the moment he wouldn't be waking up any time soon so he'd reluctantly gone home.
First thing the next morning he'd headed straight to the hospital, no thought of school in his head as he sat down in the same chair he now occupied. It had been a good hour after that that an extremely large man sporting a massive red beard had arrived and introduced himself to the receptionist as Stoick Haddock. Jack had been shocked at first, after all Mr. Haddock was huge and his son was, well, not; it looked like the two shared about as much blood as Jack did with his own adoptive father. It had been a bit over an hour now since a nurse had informed the man his son was awake (not that Jack had been eavesdropping or anything), so now he was just waiting for his to return. He jumped in surprise as his ring tone sounded form his pocket; glancing at his phone he saw 'As(s)ter' on the screen accompanied with a picture of a tanned fist with middle finger standing tall.
Sliding the answer bar across the screen he brought the phone to his ear "Hey, whats up?"
"Mum knows ya skipped school taday." Said a thick Aussie accent from the other end of the phone, the voice seemed to be suppressing a laugh.
"Shit, how steamed is she?"
"Well, when she spotted ya walking down the street she was bout ready to putcha in the hospital, what with the last time and all, until she saw ya going into the hospital yerself. Now she's flippin her shit thinkin yer hurt or hooked on somthin, you know how she gets." Jack sighed as he ran a hand over his face; he knew exactly how his adoptive mother could get and knowing her she had already ran through every possible worst case scenario possible.
"You told her not to worry, that I'd always come to her or dad if something was wrong?"
"'Course."
"And did it work?"
"'Course not."
"Of course not." Jack echoed with a sigh, he hadn't wanted to tell his family about what had happened the previous day just yet, but there was no helping it now. As quickly and succinctly as possible Jack told Aster about finding the Haddock boy, getting questioned by the medics, the principal, the police, and spending most of yesterday and now today in the hospital waiting room. When Jack finished he waited for Aster to react in some way, unconsciously holding his breath.
After a moment Aster spoke, his voice slightly cautions. "You alright Jack?"
Jack couldn't help a small smile as he responded "Yes, I'm fine."
Aster's voice was back to normal when he spoke again "Good, only ask cause, well ya know."
"Ya, I know," Jack said, and then added in a slightly quieter voice, "Thanks."
"Any time Frostbite, you know that. So did you plan on telling mom and dad?"
"Of course, I was going to tell them tonight. I just wanted to see him first."
"Why? Did you know 'im?"
"Not really, I mean I'd seen him around school sure, he hangs out with the Hofferson girl a lot, but I honestly didn't even know his name till they told me-still don't know his first name actually. And I'm not really sure why…" Jack said trailing off; He knew why he wanted to be here, needed to be, but it wasn't really a discussion he wanted to get into with Aster at the moment.
"Uh-hu, why don't I believe ya?" Jack sighed, most times he liked how close he and his brother were and how well they knew each other-this was not one of those times.
"I figured it might do him some good to have someone here, you know, a friend." Jack said, letting some sarcasm tint his voice as he spoke.
"Yer planning on being his friend? Dontcha think the poor boys suffered enough?"
"Oh hardy har har." Jack said, his voice dry. He was about to deliver a sharp comeback when he saw the hulking form of Mr. Haddock emerge from the hallway. "Hey, I got to go, tell mom I'm fine and I'll explain everything when I get home tonight."
"Alright, I'll do my best."
"Thanks, bye Cottontail."
"Bye Frostbite."
Slipping his phone into his pocket Jack stood and walked cautiously over toward Mr. Haddock, trying not to let the man's size intimidate him. Jack waited at a respectful distance until Mr. Haddock was done speaking with the receptionist, his voice too low for Jack in hear, and then approached, raising a hand in greeting.
"Uh, Mr. Haddock?" Jack said questioningly. It took the large man a moment to respond, and when he did he looked Jack up and down before responding.
"Yes, what c'n I do for you son?" He answered in an accent that Jack couldn't quite place.
"Hi, My name is Jack, Jack Frost and-" Jack said, extending his hand which Mr. Haddock took and was about to shake when he stopped and looked at Jack.
"Frost…your tha boy who, eh, found…" He faltered, waving a large had at least as large as Jack's face in search of the right words.
Jack spared him the trouble my nodding and saying "Ya."
Mr. Haddock nodded as well and shook Jack's hand firmly, his grip even stronger then Jack's own father, which was saying something. "Thank you, I don't know how t' repay you."
Jack waved his hand quickly smiled "Anyone would've done the same thing." He said before pressing one. "How is he?" Mr. Haddock let out a sigh as he leaned back slightly, towering over Jack even more now, before speaking.
"He's awake. Tha doctors say he will be fine with some rest." A little wash of relief flared in Jack at the news and he quickly asked his next question.
"Would it be alright if I saw him?" Jack said and then quailed slightly at the appraising look the incredibly large and intimidating man in front of him leveled at him.
He did his best not to fidget and to hold the larger man's gaze until, after several long moments Mr. Haddock said "I don't see why that would be a problem. He's in room 109 down that way." He said, gesturing down the hall he had just recently emerged from "Now, if you'll excuse me I've got to get back to the plant. Glad to meet you Jack."
"You too Mr. Haddock, and thank you." Jack said with a smile, accepting another finger crushing handshake before the large man turned and headed for the entrance. Jack himself turned and headed down the hall. He stopped outside the door marked 109, took a deep breath, and turned the knob.
Hiccup didn't bother to open his eyes as he let out an exasperated sigh, clearly his dad didn't get the whole 'don't want to talk' thing. At the sound of the closing door Hiccup spoke, not bothering to hide the annoyance in his voice "Ya, still not in the mood." He started as a voice that was light, interested, and clearly not his father's responded.
"Not in the mood for what?" Hiccup opened his eyes and tried to sit up, scrunching his eyes closed and gritting his teeth as another wave of pain flared from his arm, he'd have to ask the nurse for more morphine. As he slowly settled himself into a sitting position and pried his eyes open, blinking away the slight moister that had formed in the corners, he was met by a very unexpected sight. There, lounging in of the chairs against the far wall of his room and looking for all the world like he owned it, was a young man no older then himself. He was taller than Hiccup be about a head and just as thing if not thinner, his dark blue hoodie hung loosely on his thin shoulder and his khaki pants clung to his legs like they were painted on. The most unique feature of the boy had to be the shock of messy white hair that fell haphazardly about his face, bangs stopping just above a pair of piercingly blue eyes the color of a frozen pond. A close second had to be a pair of those toe-shoe things Hiccup had seen around on occasion. A look of concern spread across his face and he sat up slightly at Hiccup's wince and he asked "Are you alright?"
"Ya, fine." Hiccup said doing his best to keep the confusion off his face, an impressive feat considering the complete stranger sitting in his room and looking honestly concerned about him. "Uh, don't take this the wrong way but, who on earth are you and what the hell are you doing in my hospital room?" Hiccup wasn't sure what he had expected in response to his question, but it certainly was not for this far too happy intruder to break into a broad smile, laugh, and jump up to take a sweeping bow.
"Jack Frost, at your service." With that he flopped back into the chair and turned so he lay across is sideways. There was a low buzz from his pocket, which he removed a phone from, read the message with a slight frown and started tapping out a response. All the while Hiccup just stared, trying to figure out that Jack was doing here. He knew the name, he had heard it announced over the schools intercom often enough, usually accompanied with a 'please come to the principal's office' but he couldn't remember seeing Jack around school much, not that he paid much attention to most of the kids at his school, but he couldn't remember having a single class with Jack and had certainly never spoken with him. So what was he doing here, how had he even know Hiccup was in the hospital? Astrid was the only person he had expected to know or care and she hadn't even been to see him yet (he was dreading that visit and the chewing out that would likely accompany it). The only explanation Hiccup could come up with was that that news of his…incident…had already spread over the entire school. That idea certainly was not comforting, it would likely mean funny looks, some shallow sympathy from a bunch of people who'd never spoken to him before, and just attention in general, something Hiccup was not exactly fond of to say the least- If he had the choice between a leading role or a stage hand he'd choose being at home.
His voice exasperated Hiccup asked "Has news really spread that fast?"
"Umm…what?" Jack said with a small laugh in his voice, looking at Hiccup in confusion.
"Well I figured the whole school must be talking about it, how else would you know about it? Still doesn't explain what you're actually doing here." Hiccup said, partially to Jack and partially to himself, his voice turning into an accusation at the end. Jack's expression fell slightly as Hiccup's words and he rubbed the back of his neck with one hand, looking away from Hiccup as he spoke.
"No, well I mean I haven't been at school today but I doubt anyone really has any details yet. No, I was, uh, I…" Jack's speech was hesitant as his eyes raised to watch Hiccup cautiously, his face still pointed away. "I was the one who, uh, found you." Hiccup froze as Jack looked up at him slowly, gauging his reaction; his mind seemed to have stopped working, the normally active and agile organ suddenly stuttering and slow. More than a little of Hiccup was suddenly angry with Jack, after all who's asked him to come and stick his nose in something that was none of his business.
After a moment Hiccup was able to manage a lame "Oh…" before slipping into silence again.
"You don't have to thank me." Jack said, the sincerity in his voice was the only thing that kept the venom out of Hiccup's reply.
"I wasn't planning on it." He said, his voice flat instead.
"I didn't think you were, just didn't want you feeling obligated to or anything." Jack said, and there again was the honest sincerity as he gave Hiccup a small smile.
"Ah, well thanks then-for that I mean." Hiccup said, earning him a wide smile and a small laugh from the lanky teen across from him and damn it if he couldn't help a small smile himself. There was something about this Jack guy… "Well," he said, his voice more than a little sarcastic "third times the charm; what are you doing in my hospital room? No long thought out plans to get in the way of today?"
Jack winced slightly as Hiccup's remark before saying "Friendly concern?" Hiccup raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced, Jack chuckled. "I'm not exactly new to this whole… thing, and I know it can be nice to have someone around to talk to that understand that, no you don't want to talk about it thanks." Jack said, his voice taking on a patronizing tone at the end like he was talking to a nosy visitor. "Oh, and that reminds me, I don't actually know who you are, er, exactly…your name that is." His tone became a bit awkward at the end.
"Hmh, my name is Hiccup." Hiccup leaned back and examined Jack, trying to decide if he believed him or not. He couldn't think of any reason Jack would lie to him, and to be honest it might be nice to have some company other than his thoughts for a while. "Alright Frost, I suppose you can stay." Hiccup's neutral expression cracked into a small smile as Jack gave an extremely over exaggerated expression of joy, bringing one had flat against both his cheeks. Hiccup snorted and rolled his eyes for the first, but certainly not last time that day.
Hiccup had always been pretty good at reading people, it was a skill one developed when you spent most of your time in the background watching others, but he could not for the life of him read Jack. As far as Hiccup could tell he was just a goofy kid who though he'd like some company but come on, that couldn't be the end of it, could it? Hiccup had learned the hard way that any time someone was friendly to him, there was some sort of ulterior motive, something they wanted from him; the one exception to that rule had been Astrid, but this was completely different. Jack did most of the talking, lounging in the chair he had claimed as his domain in the small room, while Hiccup just listened and tried to work out just what was in this for Jack.
After a brief pause Hiccup said "I've seen you around school before, but I don't remember ever taking classes with you, of did you just skip them all?" Jack chuckled and started talking about his classes. It turned out that they had a lot of the same classes, just not in the same hours. Hiccup was in more advanced Math and English classes then Jack and Jack was taking a gym class that Hiccup wasn't but other than that their schedules were pretty similar. After nearly two solid hours of talking Jack's jaw finally seemed to get tired because he grabbed the remote to the small TV mounted on the corner of the ceiling and flipped it on. This week on Teen Mom-
"Would you-"
"Is it alright-"
Both boys stopped, having spoken at the same time, and looked at each other expectantly. After several second of silence Jack said "Please tell me you weren't about to ask me to leave this?"
The combination of the comment and the cautiously incredulous look on Jack's face struck Hiccup as funny and he found himself laughing, really laughing, for the first time in he couldn't even remember. "N-N-No," He laughed out "go ahead and change it."
"Oh good," Jack said as he began flipping through channels "I was worried for your taste in TV for a second there."
They passed another two hours with a lengthy discussion about their favorite TV shows, movies, and books (Jack's impassioned arguments that comic books were books finally won out over Hiccup's objections). Hiccup was surprised to learn just how much he and Jack had in common; they both loved fantasy though Hiccup preferred High Fantasy, if it had dragon's in it he'd probably read it, while Jack liked more modern fantasy. They both enjoyed super heroes and spent an enjoyable while debating the merits of various heroes and villains, their powers and inevitably what power they would want (Jack said flying, Hiccup invisibility). During that time a nurse came into the room to change Hiccup's IV, check his vitals and just generally check up on him.
Not long after that their conversation was interrupted by a low rumble, Hiccup looked away blushing as he brought his good hand to his rumbling stomach.
"Sounds like someone's hungry!" Jack said with a chuckle as he stood and stretched, his shirt riding up slightly to expose a flat stomach, not that Hiccup was looking. "How bout I go see if I can find something for lunch?"
"You don't have to, I'm not that hungry." Hiccup said his eyes trailing to the floor, a slight blush coloring his cheeks as his stomach contradicted him with another low growl.
"Haha, sure you're not," Jack said with a chuckle "I'll be back in a bit." With that he crossed the room and opened the door, giving Hiccup one more smile before the door closed behind him. Hiccup was left sitting there, feeling oddly light and thinking how very unexpected this day had turned out so far.
As Jack pulled the door shut behind him he pulled the phone from his pocket, wincing at he saw eleven missed calls and fifteen new messages; he had expected as much, he'd silenced his phone for just this reason, but he still felt bad worrying his mom so much. Scrolling to the top of the list he started reading.
Mom: Hey sweetie, how's school?
Mom: Can you call me between classes?
Mom: Alright I know you skipped school Jack, please call me.
Mom: Ignoring me isn't going to make this better for you.
Mom: If you're not going to answer your phone I don't see the purpose of you having one.
Mom: In case you didn't get it, that's was a threat.
Sandy: Jack, your mom has text me three times looking for you, call her.
Mom: Jack I need to talk to you NOW!
Mom: If you don't answer this next call I'm coming to find you.
Aster: Dude, moms pissed, like I hvnt seen her this steamed since dad forgot valentine's day. She says shes coming to find you, don't worry I took her keys.
Mom: My keys are missing, pretty sure Aster took them, don't think I don't know that was you're doing young man. You had better hope you call me before two or there will be hell to pay.
Sandy: She just called me, she sounds worried. Also she called me like she expected an answer… call her would you?
Aster: Alright Jack, she's digging through my room for her keys now, please call her. Preferably before she gets to the top drawer…
Aster: Well too late, thanks for that…
Mom: You better have a damn good reason that I shouldn't kill you when you get home.
Jack covered his eyes and sighed as he read the last of the messages, dragging his hand across his face in exasperation. Taking a deep breath he scrolled to him mother's contact and hit dial, waiting for the call to connect as he scanned the various signs adorning the hallway walls, looking for some indication which way the cafeteria was. His phone rang exactly .3 times before it picked up and a shrill voice was speaking.
"You'd better have a damn good explanation for skipping school to go to the hospital and then ignoring me when I try and get ahold of you. I mean seriously Jack, that's why you have a phone! Do you have any idea how worried I've been, I tried Sandy and he couldn't tell me anything and you weren't answering me!" When she finally stopped to draw in a breath Jack took the opportunity to cut in, knowing he wouldn't get another any time soon.
"I'm really sorry Mom, I didn't mean to ignore you, I was just in the middle of something here so I turned my phone off so it wou-" Jack's words seemed to jolt his mother's memory because she spoke over him then, talking so fast she would have lost any ordinary listener, Jack was used to the speed though and caught every word.
"Oh ya! What on earth were you doing at the hospital sweety? Are you hurt, were you doing it again because-"
"No Mom, I promise that's not it." Jack said, cutting his mother off before she could go down that particular line of conversation. Before he could say anything else though she was off again.
"Is it drugs, because if it is Jack we-" Jack cut her off again, he knew she would assume a worst case scenario like this.
"No Mom I-"
"Are you worried you caught something? Jack we talked about being safe, I thought you-"
"Ugh! MOM! No, god no, would you just listen for a second?!" Jack said, his voice rising in exasperation. He certainly had talked with his mother at length about 'being safe' and he had absolutely no desire to relive what he held as the most uncomfortable two hours (two freaking hours) of his life. "There's this guy wh-"Jack was about to start explaining when his mom went off again.
"A guy? You ignored me for a guy! If you're ignoring me for a guy it better be George Clooney and you'd best be warming him up for me!"
"Mom!" Jack said, suppressing a chuckle "Listening means not talking for more than five seconds." Jack waited to see that the silence from the phone would last before starting again "There's this guy, he's here because…" and Jack gave his mother the same explanation as he'd given Aster, waiting for her reaction with baited breath as he finished. She was quiet for so long that Jack checked the phone twice to see if the call had dropped and was about to say something when she finally spoke.
"Are you alright Jack?"
"Yes mom, I'm fine." Jack said, smiling as he spoke. A smile was evident in his mother's voice as well when she next spoke.
"Well, I'm glad you're there then Jack. Be safe and be home before curfew."
"Yes mom, I will be."
"Good, and don't think you're not in trouble for skipping class still." Said in a teasing tone. "I love you Jack."
"I love you too mom, I'll call you when I'm heading home." With that Jack hung up the phone and, after tapping out quick apologies to Aster and Sandy, slipped the phone back in his pocket. A smile still painted on his face Jack redoubled his efforts in locating the cafeteria; after all, he had lunch to find.
Hiccup sat on his bed, his brain once again pondering the curious phenomenon that was Jack Frost. While plenty revealing of Jack's admittedly good taste in entertainment, their surprisingly easy and long conversation had given no insight into what was in the visit for Jack, and there had to be something. Still, when they had been talking Jack had seemed so at ease, he'd seemed content to just enjoy the conversation and lounge in his chair. Those thoughts quickly brought just how easy their conversation had been to the forefront of Hiccup's mind. Hiccup was not a social person, he was good as faking if briefly when required but he was actually quite awkward around new people stuttering and pausing and wishing for the conversation to be over, and yet with Jack that wasn't the case he just….talked.
Hiccup's internal musings were interrupted about twenty minutes after Jack left by the clicking of the door.
"That was quick, any trouble finding the-ow-oof!" Hiccup started speaking but stopped as not Jack, but Astrid, walked into the room. His speech was further interrupted as she rushed at him; the hard punch to his shoulder he had expected, the uncomfortably tight hug that followed, not so much.
Wincing as his arm was jostled Hiccup said "Hey Astrid, shouldn't you be in school?"
"I left early, couldn't really concentrate so I told the nurse I felt sick and came here." She said, pulling away and fixing a surprisingly cold look on Hiccup.
Quailing under her glare Hiccup said "There's some wonderful irony there if you think about it for a-" He said in an attempt to break the unusual tension when Astrid cut him off.
"What the hell were you thinking? How could you do something like this Hiccup! I thought you were smarter than pulling something so incredibly stupid I mean, what were you hoping to accomplish?" Hiccup felt his face fall into a blank mask as Astrid started berating him, all the thoughts that had been pushed form his mind flooding back to the forefront, demanding attention. He didn't know how to answer, he didn't want to answer, he didn't want to think about it; thinking about it was what lead to his current situation. "I th-ahg what the hell?! Let go of me I swear I'll-" Hiccup stared dumbfounded as Astrid was pulled backwards, the abrupt movement revealing Jack, his face hard with anger and his fist clapped firmly around Astrid's ponytail as he pulled her from the room. Hiccup couldn't bring himself to do more than stare like an idiot at the plain wood door as it slammed shut, taking Jack and Astrid from his view. He waited for…what? Shouting? An alarm of some sort? Jack's unconscious body to come flying through the door?
Hiccup wasn't sure what he had expected, but it certainly wasn't Jack and Astrid to come walking calmly back into the room, bones intact, teeth all in place and face's unbruised. There was an uncomfortable silence for a moment before Astrid spoke. "So, how are you feeling Hiccup?" Hiccup could only stare, looking back and forth between the blond girl before him and the white haired boy currently busying himself over several plastic food trays that had been forgotten in…whatever that was, still to shocked to respond.
After a long moment Hiccup said "Hungry actually, you?"
"Ah, well that won't be a problem much longer," said a rather pleased looking Jack as he turned around with a large try filled with at least six different kinds of food from chicken to lasagna to a fruit-cup "I didn't know what you like, so I kinda just some of everything." He said, looking slightly abashed.
"It looks great." Hiccup said as Jack placed to food in front of him, smiling up in thanks. He tried to remember the last time he ate anything as he unwrapped the plastic spork and single obligatory napkin; the last time he remembered eating was dinner two days ago, the mere though making him even hungrier. Finally extricating his spork from its plastic prison Hiccup set into the lasagna with gusto, downing three bites before he even fully tasted, much less chewed, it.
All in all Hiccup had to admit the food wasn't that great, he'd had far worse in his school cafeteria or anything that his father cooked whenever the urge took him, which was mercifully infrequent, but he had also had far better, he knew he could cook most of the food better than this himself. Still, he was starving and he finished off everything Jack had brought for him and a portion of the meal Jack had bought for himself to. Finally putting down his spork Hiccup muffled a burp as he lay back against the pillows that propped him up, feeling full and content.
"Hey Hiccup, look!" Jack said with a grin. When Hiccup looked over to him he said "Da da da da da da da da da da da da da SPORKMAN!" he sang, holding up his spork at the end, off which he had broken the middle two prongs, with what Hiccup could only describe as pride. Hiccup let out an unwilling laugh even as he covered his face with a hand.
"I cannot believe you went there." Hiccup said with a fake moan.
"You have no idea how far I might go." Jack said with a wink. Hiccup's stomach gave a strange littleflip and he wondered if perhaps it wasn't the best idea to eat that second burger.
Lunch taken care of the Jack started talking about how terrible to food had been and Hiccup joined in his lamenting, adding his own observations when appropriate. Before long they were talking about recipes and their favorite foods, Astrid joining in the conversation after a few minutes of sitting in silence. The topic of conversation shifted from food (smoked salmon for Hiccup, Tacos for Jack and Pasta for Astrid) to favorite desserts (Chocolate mousse, Apple-pie and lemon ice respectively), and through a dozen other subjects as the conversation went on. Hiccup was shocked when the nurse came in tall Jack and Astrid that visiting hours were over, the time had goner faster than Hiccup could remember it going in months.
"I hope you feel better soon Hiccup." Astrid said as she walked over and gave him a brief hug.
"Ya, feel better Hiccup, try not to get food poising." Jack said with a grin as he pulled an aggrieved face that made Hiccup chuckle. He walked over to Hiccup and Hiccup made to hold out his arm for a handshake or a high five or a fist-bump or whatever. Instead Jack ducked down and wrapped his arms around Hiccup's shoulder's squeezing briefly before withdrawing and heading toward where Astrid and the nurse waited, turning and waving to a frozen Hiccup who barely managed to smile back before the two were ushered out of the room. Hiccup sat there for quite some time, staring at the door, his only though that he very much hoped this would not be the last time he'd see Jack frost.
The rest of the evening passed uneventfully, his father came back around eight, bringing with him Hiccup's backpack which he said the school had asked he pick up. They sat uncomfortably for a while, he asked how Hiccup's day had been and Hiccup answered fine (which was true for a change), gave well wishes as well as an apology and promise to visit soon from Gobber and wished Hiccup a goodnight before heading out. That left Hiccup with just his thoughts for company, and they didn't make very good company these days. Hiccup let out a sigh as he laid back in his pillows, preparing to attempt to sleep, a prospect that seemed highly unlikely. What with the unfamiliar surroundings, the constantly beeping machines, and the thoughts that had been kept at by all day but were not back full force. This was going to be a long night.
There you have it, not much to say sept hope you liked it ^^ Let me know how much you liked it with a review cause I live off those thing ^^