Well hello, did you miss me? Of course you didn't...
I realised I'm so bad with replying to reviews.. just assume I love you all.
If you haven't read harrypanther's stories, you need them in your life.
Special thanks to meraki7734, you're amazing, I love you :)
Yes yes yes! If you haven't, you have to see rtte season 6! It is the best waste of a life I could ever think of. If I live long enough to see httyd 3, I will die happy.
Yeh, does that count? Now read!
Idle chatter boiled in his ears, blurry and somewhat faraway. He yanked his hood further, as if trying to hide his whole body from sight. The light was suddenly too bright, the walls to white, people's smiles too wide and the world to fake. Every step he took felt lighter and fuzzier. Snotlout had fainted before, but this felt different. He was living in a dream, but not a nightmare. He wasn't going to faint because he was dreaming.
But this was real life.
He was walking through a hospital, hoping no one would notice him or his bruises or his hidden motive he was certain everyone who glanced his way knew in full detail.
He shoved his hands into his hoodie. Feeling the rough, worn, familiar material was somewhat grounding. The world stopped spinning and sound rushed back to him like freshly popped ears.
He had asked the lady at the front desk for Hiccup Haddock, terrified the whole time and reality still just out of his grasp. His fight with Spitelout hadn't helped. He switched off, let his instincts take over because he had spent so much time schooling them that he was confident they knew what to do. They had never failed him before. He was alive, wasn't he? There. Success.
But he was terrified. Weak. He shouldn't be scared when there was no one to run from, no immediate threat to his life. Not that he'd run anyway. That was weak too.
He reached the room, peering inside.
It was grey.
It shouldn't be grey, it should be white! That's what hospitals are, aren't they?
Maybe it was just dark.
Still white, like it should be.
Just dark white.
There were two, perfectly formed and unblemished bare feet on the bed. What happened to that horrible mess he saw at the house? Then he saw the lump. The lump that was a foot.
One foot.
That means there must be two people? He suddenly felt eyes boring into the back of his head. Bracing himself, he twisted the doorknob and stepped into the grey room.
The first thing he noticed was not the sleeping girl.
It was Hiccup.
Hiccup, his stupid, useless, coddled, stuck up, goodie two shoes, scrawny little cousin.
Hiccup, his strong, selfless, clever, miraculously still alive, resilient, amazing little cousin.
Hiccup with needles in his arm, bandages everywhere, one fucking foot and a girl attached to his arm.
Wait... a girl?
He watched, frozen as she stretched and wriggled a bit, the almost catlike movements eerily similar to Hiccups.
Then there were dusky blue eyes staring straight at him.
Letting out a little shriek, she jumped backwards off the bed, clattering into one of Hiccup's machines and making the boy's dark green eyes shoot open in pain.
He blinked, gasping as he tried to sit up, his always restless eyes dancing from him to the girl. He blinked uncomprehendingly a couple more times before reality set in and he realised what was going on.
"Snotlout?" He croaked.
Shall I leave it there? I think I will.
I'll update again soon. Please review, bye :)
