Chapter Four
The doctor and the nurse smiled lightly before quickly glancing up at one another then back at Hiccup.
"Your real name son." Carol, the nurse, stepped forwards slightly, surprised when Hiccup flinched backwards into the bed. The auburn haired boy swallowed thickly as he attempted to translate what she'd said, all he'd heard were the words; "your" and "name".
"My name?" Hiccup forced the foreign words from his tongue with great effort; in all honesty it was giving his brain a through beating. Metaphorically of course.
"Yes, your name, what is it?" She asked again after muttering something to the doctor who was now leaving. Hiccup thought that he'd already answered that question, maybe they hadn't understood; maybe he hadn't understood.
"Hiccup," He gestured to himself, "Name is Hiccup."
"Hiccup?" Carol scrunched her thin eyebrows together before taking one of Hiccup's sweaty hands in her own and taking a seat on the bed besides him. "Okay, Hiccup, how are you feeling?" She decided that it was probably best to get started with the questioning whilst he was conscious.
"I feel?" Hiccup stuttered, trying with utmost difficulty to uphold this conversation. It didn't help that he was beginning to have a rather difficult time concentrating as his vision morphed into and out of focus. He wasn't all there.
"Yes, honey, do you hurt anywhere?" She smiled warmly, trying to comfort her patient.
"Hurts, yes. Little." Hiccup admitted, feeling slightly stupid after releasing such information. What if these people with their strange contraptions were a potential enemy?! What if they were going to take over his land? What if they were going to use this information of his weakness against him? What if he was really just being paranoid? Questions swirled around Hiccup's foggy head; he was having an increasingly hard time concentrating. At least his thoughts were in Norse.
"Can you tell me where?"
"Um… Huh?" Hiccup faked not being able to understand, he knew that she wanted to know where it hurt, he just didn't want to answer. The nurse looked to him with sympathy causing him to shift uncomfortably, that's when it hit him. Maybe the foreign women knew where his prosthetic leg could possibly be. "My… leg." Hiccup hoped she'd understand what he was saying, heck; he hoped he was saying the right words for all this!
"Your leg hurts?" She asked gently. Hiccup shook his head, his hair flicking around madly.
"No… Where it is? Look…" The young amputee grunted in pain as he attempted to lean forwards and pat the space where his left leg would be. Before he could quite do that though, Carol removed her hand from his and softly tried to lower him back down into the propped up cushions.
Struggling against the women restraining him, Hiccup accidently hit his arm off of the plastic bar running the perimeter of his bed. They'd put this up to prevent the boy from escaping again. A blinding surge of pain shot through his right shoulder and arm, it soon spread throughout his body and made him feel weak… Well weak-er.
"No, no, no. Lay down, that's it. It's alright, just lay back down." The petite women spoke quickly as Hiccup cried out in pain. Said boy had no idea what was being spoken to him but recognised the tone of voice as soothing and soon settled back down. A single tear escaped against his will as he gritted his teeth against the onslaught of unwanted feelings.
"How is he?" The grey-haired doctor from earlier had returned, and was quickly making his way towards them as he spoke. Hiccup's eyes unfocussed again as his head rolled limply to the side.
"Not too good, he says he's in pain but doesn't really speak much English so he doesn't understand when I ask him where it hurts. I think he's showing signs of concussion and he just knocked his open wound, the one on his shoulder, on the bed. I think the poor child just wants to sleep now; we can ask him more when he wakes." Carol reported in a professional voice. The man nodded and right-handedly scribbled something down on his clipboard.
"…M' tired…" Hiccup slurred, not sure whether or not it was safe to give in to his urge to sleep. Both adults turned to look at him.
"Get some rest; we'll come back later when you're awake, okay?" The doctor leaned over him slightly, giving a brief smile then turning to leave. Carol began checking the different machines surrounding the bed before injecting something into one of the bags. Before too long, Hiccup could no longer feel the terrible pain his arm had presented him with, it had now lessened to a throbbing annoyance. Sleep fogged his thinking and he felt himself falling into its clutches, deeper… deeper, until his eye lids slid closed and his tense muscles finally relaxed
