Okay, yeah, so this isn't one of my longer chapters, and I apologize in advance for that. None of my other chapters will be this short. :) Shout-outs:

BraveDragonof214: *looks at you* We need a doctor! Someone do CPR! I've done one too many cliffhangers!

midnightsky0612: HIIIIIIIIIIICCCCCCCCCCCCUUUUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPP!

silverwolvesarecool: I can't WAIT to write that scene! It'll be so funny...:D Glad you like it! :D

IonitaMircea32: Thank you so much! :D

TomBoyBookGirl: Iiiiii hhhhhaaaavvvvveeee noooooo iiiddddeeeeaaaaaa. :D

Regality: Part up! :D

HiccupHaddockIII: KILL ALVIN with FIRE and NIGHT FURYS and I'll even let my CHANGEWING (Sparkglider) HAVE AT HIM, TOO! MAKE HIM PAY!

Guest (#1): I won't kill him...yet. No, just joking, I don't think this is gonna be a death!fic.

Guest (#2): I love Toothless being protective, too! :D

DoctorToothless18: My thoughts EXACTLY!

Guest (#3): Thanks! Here's your next chapter! :D

Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes turned into hours as the night wore on. Slowly yet surely, any hope on Hiccup surviving deteriorated. Astrid remained stubbornly at his side, but there was no hope. Not a chance. The healers said so, and so how could Astrid tell them otherwise?

She still stayed with him, though, until her mother came to pick her up, telling her that she had to take care of Stormfly before the dragon went crazy. Astrid reluctantly left, followed by Stoick, who had to take care of the village. He and Astrid wanted nothing more than to just stay with Hiccup, but they both had duties. They promised they would come back, and it was a promise that they intended to keep.

Toothless stayed behind, his wings wrapped around his rider. His sensitive ears picked up Hiccup's weak heartbeat, along with his shallow breathing. He wouldn't let Hiccup die. He just wouldn't. He couldn't. Not after all they went through.

As the night turned into morning, for some reason, Hiccup's breathing sounded distinctly deeper. His heartbeat seemed more precise and steady, stronger with every beat. Toothless pulled away with confusion for just a moment, before he nudged his rider, still garnering no reaction from him.

Toothless sniffed at the boy's wound again. For some reason, it smelled...different. His shirt was still covered in blood, so that smell was most assuredly still there, but something was unmistakably different.

The dragon disregarded it, though, and pulled his rider to his chest again. He couldn't help but notice, though, how Hiccup's heart hammered against his ribs, stronger than before, coming back to its normal strength. Was he recovering? Was he going to live?

Part of Toothless was afraid to find out.

Please, please be okay, he thought desperately as he nuzzled his rider affectionately. You have to be okay.

He stayed with his rider like that, thinking about everything, worrying and wondering constantly whether Hiccup was going to live or die. He couldn't help but think of all the wonderful times he and his little rider shared. They went through good and bad together, from the Red Death, to Dragon Training, to Dagur the Deranged, to Alvin the Treacherous, to beautiful, starry, midnight flights, and finally, to everything in between. They had seen and been through so much. To lose Hiccup would just be…

Well, Toothless knew that he wouldn't be able to do it.

He wanted Hiccup to wake up. He wanted Hiccup to smile at him again, and tell him that everything was alright, and that he was okay. But Hiccup was unconscious still; there was no way for Toothless to know just what he was feeling.

Suddenly, all at once, Toothless felt Hiccup move against him, and groan. Looking down and unfolding his wings slightly, Toothless watched as Hiccup opened his eyes, squinting up at his dragon.

"T-Toothless?" he stuttered. The dragon nodded, purring and nuzzling Hiccup excitedly. He was awake! Hiccup sat up, glancing at the copious amount of dried blood on his shirt. "What?" he asked in confusion. Lifting his shirt, he was met with…

Nothing. The wound was gone, only a large scar to replace it. This was weird. What was going on?

"What in the…?" Hiccup wondered out loud. "I was...I was dying. I should be dead. Alvin...he pretty much killed me."

You're alright, though! Toothless thought.

Instantly, Hiccup's head jerked towards the direction of the door, and then looked back at Toothless slowly.

"Did...did you hear that?" he asked. "It...it sounded like...someone else. Is someone here?"

I don't think so, Toothless thought, glancing about the room. Hiccup turned to Toothless, and gasped. Toothless looked back at his rider, and then shook his head.

Wait, wait, wait, Toothless thought. You can understand me?

Instead of replying, Hiccup screamed.