First of all; I heard rumours that ff.n didn't do line breaks anymore. I was really pissed until I wrote this document and found there were still line breaks, so HAHAHA! I'm so happy!

Second of all: I received a review from WhenHiccupWrites, and it honestly made my day. This chapter is for you. Thank you so much!

Third of all, I'm so stupid.

I was Skyping my friend at 1 AM, usual, I went to sleep, I had a dream that said friend really needed my tooth. Yup. MY TOOTH. So my subconscious was TRYING TO PULL MY ALREADY SORT-OF LOOSE TOOTH OUT OF MY MOUTH. Then I woke up at like 8 or something, and my tooth was then hurting for, like, two days after.

I'm an idiot lol

Well, I hope you enjoy this chapter and want to kill me for the evil things I've written for you today- whoops, was that second part out loud? Well, it's not that bad today, but, y'know...

P.S. THERE ARE SEVEN CHAPTERS ALREADY, WTF? WOOOOOOOOOOOOT


Hiccup's Point Of View

Schizophrenia.

That was Nevaeh told me I had in that simpering tone of voice.

They were now making me take medications every day, for schizophrenia and depression- and I hated it. Hated the hospital. Hated being away from my friends and my cat. Mum had come in two days ago, and it was so awkward. We just sat there and stared uncomfortably at each other, only occasionally speaking, because we hadn't seen each other in so long and it was such a shitty situation to reunite.

I found out the crazy girl's name. Lichana had been abused and tortured to insanity by her family for seven years and was waiting to be admitted to an asylum. She had been at the hospital two weeks longer than I had, and her death threats to me were apparently as friendly as it got from her.

Great.

It had now been about two weeks since I went to the hospital- and let me tell you, nighttime at that place was torture. All the horror movies and urban legends about it weren't really true, but with Lichana and the heart machines there, it felt so creepy. I just wanted to go home. I wanted to go home, I wanted to go home, I wanted to go h-

"-iccup?"

Nevaeh startled me with her stupid bitchy voice, and I dropped my pencil. I'd been stupid enough to slit my left wrist, and as Astrid had said, I couldn't play the piano for ages now, but also, I couldn't draw properly as I was left-handed! Isn't that fantastic? I'd messed up even killing myself. I couldn't kill myself.

I bent down to pick up the pencil, but Nevaeh got there before I did. She was talking to me about my attempted suicide, and surprisingly, she had actually been decent enough to let me draw while we were "chatting", as she put it. "Hiccup, are you listening to me?"

"No, you stupid bitch," I grumbled under my breath, and then as she gave me an expectant look, "Yep. I'm 100% listening."

"Then what did I just say?"

Shit. I was screwed here- I actually hadn't been listening. I hesitated for a moment, and then came up with a satisfactory answer. "'Then what did I just say?'"

Nevaeh looked puzzled for a moment and then laughed. "Good one, Hiccup. Now, what I was actually saying was..."

I let her words slip in through my ear- and out the other. I didn't want to listen. I really didn't. I hated her. I hated Lichana. I hated all the doctors and nurses, and the therapists. I hated the hospital, with its beeps and wails, I hated everyone and everything. I wanted Astrid. I wanted Toothless. I wanted Esther. I wanted to go home.

"Hiccup?"

I put my head down and curled in on myself.

And then I cried.


Astrid's Point Of View

Ding, ding.

I sighed and ignored my phone as it gave me a notification for the fiftieth time that day.

Ding, ding. Ding, ding.

"Fine!" I grumbled quietly and reached into my pocket. I unlocked it and went straight to Messages, scrolling through the clutter. Text from Ruffnut, text from Heather, text from Snotlout, text from Telstra- shit, my data- text from Imogen, text from Nevaeh, text from Fishl-

Wait.

Text from Nevaeh?

I tapped on the notification. Hi, Astrid! Hiccup has had a small... how do I put this... episode... and he seems to want you. I know you're probably at university right now, but could you possibly come straight to the hospital? Now? Thank you. Yours sincerely, Nevaeh Hopman

Oh, Thor. I was at uni, and having lunch, and I had been trying to only visit after all my lectures had finished for the day, but I decided to abandon my sandwich and head for my car. As I picked up my backpack, I was already replying to Nevaeh's text: Hi Nevaeh. Sorry, I missed your text. Yes, I'll come now. Be there in about ten minutes. -Astrid Hofferson

I didn't fully know what had happened; all I knew was that I needed to get to the hospital- and fast.

Ding, ding. Ding, ding.

"Shut up!" I hissed at my phone, earning myself an odd glance from Cassidy Beckham as I walked past her.

Great.


Esther's Point Of View

"Hodgkinson, Nicole?"

A tall, lanky girl next to me raised her hand. "Present."

"Hognerd, Lilly?"

A giggle spread throughout the room. We were once again in biology, except a tutorial instead of a lecture. Therefore, we had the roll call.

The dreaded roll call.

"Um, present. And- uh- Högnerfand."

Miss Cooper was misreading people's surnames- again.

"Hoofnershit, Astrid?"

I snorted. Hoofnershit. And then I remembered. "Oh! Uh, she's not here. She's- uh-"

How was I meant to explain to Miss Cooper that Astrid had gone to the hospital to visit her fiance? We were technically allowed to leave campus, but Miss Cooper had some sort of insanity disorder and got really pissed if we left.

"She's gone to the hospital," informed Fishlegs on the other side of me. I turned my head towards him quickly, cricking it in the process. What the Hel was he thinking? Miss Cooper cocked her head calmly, but I knew she was just looking for an excuse to get mad. "She tripped and twisted her wrist, so she's gone to the hospital to make sure it isn't broken."

Oh my gods.

I could have kissed Fishlegs.

But, obviously, I didn't, as that would be weird since I'm currently in a relationship.

"O- oh," said Miss Cooper. She seemed almost disappointed that she couldn't get mad at us, and then...

"She should have told me. I'm giving her detention when she gets back."

Oh boy.

I mean, we didn't even have detention in uni!

Yup, this was gonna be a long day.


Astrid's Point Of View

I hated the hospital.

Hated it, with a capital H.

The beeps. The screams and cries coming from several wards. The people being carried out of and into different rooms. The panicked voices coming from the ER. The constant smell of death and decay wafting from every single corner of the place. The fact that it was confining my fiance to a bed in it when he hadn't even done anything wrong.

Yes, he had slit his wrist. They should have kept him a week for that. After he had proven that he wasn't going to try it again(and he had proven just that), they should have let him out. But noooooo. They had to keep him for another two weeks in the psychiatric ward under surveillance.

About a week of that was over already. Now there were just six more days. Six more days until Hiccup got to come home from that place.

Six more days until I could finally be happy.

I turned the corner into the psychiatric ward, and Nevaeh rushed up to me. "Hi, Astrid. Oh, thank goodness you're here. Just- over here-"

She led me to Hiccup's bed, which was pointless. I'd been there nine times already. But I wasn't about to complain. There were way more urgent things to attend to.

Hiccup was sitting on his bed, his knees pulled up to his chest and his head lowered. I walked over to him, put my hand on his shoulder, and sat down next to him on the bed. "Hiccup?"

He lifted his head. "A- Astrid." His voice sounded cracked, worn, and hoarse. He gave me a small smile. "I... I missed you."

And so I hugged him.

And he hugged me back.

And that was how it needed to be, just then.

Just us.

It was like Nevaeh and the beeps weren't there. The smell of death and decay had vanished, and screams and cries were nonexistent.

And for just a second, everything was okay.

Or we could pretend it was, anyway.


Okay.

So, I would like to address some things.

First of all, I would like to thank Billie Eilish for creating "when the party's over" because I have been listening to it nonstop for ages and writing a bunch.

Second of all, I do check my info. According to Wikipedia, "An emergency department (ED), also known as an accident & emergency department (A&E), emergency room (ER), emergency ward (EW) or casualty department, is a medical treatment facility specializing in emergency medicine, the acute care of patients who present without prior appointment; either by their own means or by that of an ambulance." I am not talking about an endoplasmic reticulum. And I have information from my mother, who has been to university, about university, and she has given me most of my information. It comes from a reliable source.

Also, there is a very important announcement coming on the 25th of June. And I have just launched my FictionPress account. There is a link to it on my profile.

By the way, my new profile picture on Skype is a picture of my eye, and my bio is, "Goodbye, cruel world. Goodbye, goodbye. Oh, and I like strawberry pie. Goodbye, cruel world. Goodbye, goodbye. Oh, and... that is my eye."