Hey guys! Thanks for all of the reviews! I was in Europe for the past few days and I had no WiFi. So, here is chapter eight! I own nothing.

Chapter 8: I Love You

I woke up to the beeping sound that belong to the heart monitor machine. The sharp pains that I had experienced the first time I woke had dissolved to a dull ache. The low humming sound that came from my oxygen tube/tank distracted me from the pain.

I looked over at my father. He was on his phone, sending a message or email to someone. His eyebrows were pulled together as he concentrated on the screen.

I didn't want to disturb him, so I quietly as possible tried to sit up. Key word: tried. I couldn't even get up two or three inches withour giving a yelp in pain as I felt my ribs scream in protest. I flopped back on the soft bed and the mountain of pillows and blankets.

My father looked up from his phone and gave me a concerned look. He shoved the phone in his back pocket and knelt next to my bed.

"Hey there sleepy head. What do you think you're doing?"

I looked up at him through my long eyelashes. "I was just trying to sit up."

He rested his giant hand on my forehead. His eyebrows pulled together once more and gave me another concerned look. "You're in pain, aren't you?"

I shrugged, but winced in pain. My rotator cuff had been torn when I was thrown. It hurt so much.

"I'll go get the doctor. Are you hungry?" He asked.

I was suddenly aware of the pain in my stomach. What had it been since I had last eaten? Over a week?

I nodded my head. "I'm starving."

My father smiled at me, gave me a small kiss on the forehead, which I froze at because this whole 'love' thing was new to me, and then he left the room to go get the doctor.

I looked to my right and saw a stack of cards on the small table. I reached for one, but the IV wasn't long enough for me to grab the card. I placed my hand back down and gazed at the back wall, that showed X-Rays of my broken bones, my shoulder, my amputated leg, and other bones I couldn't yet identify.

Then, my door opened and Dr. Verso and my dad walked in. My father sat on the edge of my bed and took my small, wrapped up hand. The bones in some of my fingers of my right hand had shattered. His hand was so much bigger than mine.

Dr. Verso came up to my oxygen tank and checked something. "You'll be needing a refill soon." He said.

"Why do I have this?" I asked.

"Have what?" He asked.

"Why do I have an oxygen tube?"

Dr. Verso studied my small body. "When you were thrown, your ribs were broken. Your lungs were punctured as well. The rib cage is designed to protect the lungs and other organs, but once that is broken, the innermost organs can be easily injured." He swallowed and added, "You will need help breathing for the next six weeks. That is when your lungs will be fully healed."

I nodded. So I have to have this tube up my nose for the next six weeks? It was so embarrassing having it up my nose. It made me feel weak, and it was uncomfortable.

"Alright Hiccup, this is the plan. I'm going to give you a little check up, and then we'll give you some food. You can sleep after or stay awake, just keep your heart rate down. Stay relaxed." Then, Dr. Verso looked at my father. "Do you want to start the visitations?"

Now it was my turn to be confused. "I-I have visitors?"

My question was ignored by the two men. "What do you think?"

Dr. Verso folded his hands. "Our lobby is filled with his visitors, but we can only let family see him now. Rules of the hospital. After about two weeks, friends can come by."

"Wait, friends? People are actually here to see me?" I was confused. Why would anyone want to see me? Everyone at school bullied me and picked on me, and now they want to see me?

"Yes." Dr. Verso, "Who do you think sent all of this?" He gestured to the cards, balloons, flowers, and stuffed animals.

"No visitors for today." My father said. He ran his hand through my hair, and look at me, right in the eyes. "Just take an easy for today. I don't want you getting worked up."

I nodded, although I didn't actually understand what he meant by that.

"Alright, let's start the cheek up, shall we?"

Dr. Verso pulled on latex gloves and started with my head. My father moved to a chair that was next to my bed. He checked the scar that was along my hair line. It had four stitches, but I don't remember how I got it.

My face wasn't so scratched since I landed on my back, but I had a serious concussion. I had a few scratches on my face, but nothing big.

He traced his fingers along my collarbone, which stuck out past my skin. My left shoulder was blue and purple where the rotator cuff was torn.

Then, with out warning, Dr. Verso lifted the hospital gown over my head. I shivered at the lack of coverage.

He checked my broken hand, my broken ribs, and studied each inch of my chest.

I had underwear on, so when he went to go check my hips, he only lowered the waistband a little. I was grateful. I don't like people looking at my body.

He placed his palms on my hip bones and frowned. My ribs were showing clearly through my skin and my hip bones stuck out like two mountains on a plain.

"He's extremely underweight." De. Verso said to my father. "We will be putting him on a strick weight gain diet."

My father just nodded.

Dr. Verso moved on to my lower half. I had broken my right leg, and I was missing part of my left leg. I still couldn't get over that. Dr. Verso shielded me from the view of my leg because with one look I stated hyperventilating.

Then, he flipped me over. I laid on my stomach which was painful on my broken ribs, but he made it quick. My back had been badly bruised and I wouldn't be able to sit up by my own for the next eight weeks.

He flipped my back over and he put the hospital gown back over me. Dr. Verso started to quickly write something on his clipboard, but I didn't know what.

"If you want to, you can bring some of his things from home. Blankets, something that reminds him of home. I'll also let you swap an oversized tee shirt for the hospital gown. I know they aren't the most comfortable things in the world."

My father nodded. "Yes, I'm stopping by the house tomorrow, so I will defiantly bring some things."

With that, Dr. Verso left. My father pulled out his phone and started emailing. I studied the braclet that the hospital had placed on my tiny wrist.

Name: Haddock, Hiccup

Gender: Male

Age: 13

DOB: 5/10/2000

Hair color: brown/red

Eye Color: Green

Room Number: B208

I looked up when I heard my father give a huge sigh.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

He looked up at me. "Nothing. Just, some stuff with work, that's all."

"What's going on at work?"

My father gave me a half smile. "My boss died."

My eyes widened. "Oh my, well does that mean, did you loose, oh my god, that-"

My dad chuckled at my panic expression. He walked over to me and tried to soothe me by running a hand through my hair. "Don't get so worked up."

"Does this mean you lost your job?"

My father smiled. "No. Remeber me telling you that I got a promotion?"

I stretched my memory to the day of the accident. Yeah, I did. That was the only reason I had been at the mall.

"Yeah, I do, but-"

My father put his finger to my lips to hush me. "Since my boss died, I became the new boss, Hiccup. I am the president of the company."

"Really?" I said. He smiled at me and nodded. "That's great, Dad!"

He smiled back. "It sure is. I'll be making over twice the amount of money."

I was happy that my dad was happy. We could have so much more freedom to do more things. Suddenly, a thought struck me.

"Dad, how much does my hospital bill cost?"

My father's smile fell a bit. "Hiccup, it's no-"

"Dad," I interrupted. "How much is me here costing you?" Tears spring to my eyes. My dad finally gets a good paying job, and I spend all of his money by getting hurt and making him pay for my hospital bill. How could all of my treatment cost? It has to be at least 10,000, plus my oxygen tank, my prothstetic, and everything else I probably don't know about yet.

"Hiccup-"

I was a horrible person. I might even put my dad in debt. I was stupid. I got hurt. I did this. My dad is the one who has to clean up the mess I made.

"Hiccup," My father said. "Look at me son." But, when I just started at my hands, he took my face in his hands and forced me to look at him.

"Hiccup, don't you dare blame yourself for this. This isn't your fault."

"Dad," I said, "I'm so sorry. My hospital bill must be so high-"

"Hiccup." My father interrupted me. "It's not that bad. At all. And it's not your fault. I would spent everything I have to make sure you are safe and happy."

That was when I burst into tears. I felt so loved and cared for. I had missed it. I had missed my father's love and care.

"Shhhh." My father hushed me. "You're getting yourself worked up again."

He gently kissed my forehead and wiped my tears away with his thumb.

"Hush, Hiccup. Stop crying. Shhh." He gently tucked the covers close around me.

"You're going to eat, and then you're going to sleep. Ok?"

I just nodded. "Dr. Verso is probably mad. You got all worked up again." My father eyed the heart machine where my heart beats were shone.

Suddenly, my door open and a young nurse strolled in pushing a cart with food on it. She was a bleach blonde with bright red lipstick. She smiled at me with perfect teeth.

"Alright, hope you're hungry!" She was obviously a children's nurse because she was way too perky. She walked over to me, and gently pulled me into a sitting position. She placed several fluffy pillows behind my back for support.

Then, she placed a tray on my lap. It was simple food. Just a small bowl of chicken broth and a piece of bread.

I grabbed the spoon and took a small sip of the soup. It tasted a few days old like it came from a can, which it probably did, but I was so hungry I didn't care. It was hospital food, what did I expect?

I inhaled the soup and in record time it was gone. I broke off a piece of bread and shoved it in my mouth.

"Wow." My dad said, his mouth open. "You were hungry."

I nodded. "Well, I was already starving before the accident happened, and then my body had to wait for me to wake up to eat, so..."

"Why didn't you eat before we left?" My dad asked.

I looked down at my now empty soup bowl. "Um, there wasn't any food in the house...so.."

I didn't look at him, I just broke off another piece of the bread and shoved it in my mouth.

I heard my father sigh. I stole a peak of him through my long eyelashes, and I saw him with his head in his hands.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing." My dad said, looking up at me.

"It doesn't look like nothing." I said shoving another piece of bread into my mouth.

"I just feel like I failed...at being a father."

I started at him. I swallowed the piece of bread in my mouth. "You didn't."

"Yes, I did, Hiccup." He said, moving closer to me. "I ignored you, I didn't even provide food for you! Do you know what the doctor said when they checked you over?" He didn't give me time to answer. "He said you were severely malnurished. He asked if I provided enough food for you at home. At first I didn't believe it, but then I saw you completely, it was like the day you were born. Small and innocent. Vulnerable. I just..." He trailed off, looking lost.

"Well, you were just really busy...and I understand that." I didn't look at him.

"A parent's job is to look after his child, and I didn't." My father said. I felt his large hand under my chin as he forced me to look him in the eye. "I'm going to do better, I promise."

I sighed. "Dad-"

"Hush." My dad said. "There is no excuse for what I did to you. Now eat your bread."

I looked down at the half eaten piece of bread. I broke off a piece and placed it in my mouth. I made a face at the stale taste of the bread. "I hate hospital food."

My dad gave me a small smile. "When they release you, I'll get you some real food."

"Chick-fil-a?" I asked.

He laughed. "Sure."

I finished off the bread. My father took the tray off my lap and placed it on the small night table. He helped me rearrange the pillows supporting my back as he made me lay down.

Suddenly, the nurse with the blonde hair and red lips came in with Dr. Verso hot on her heels.

"Good, you've eaten." He said, looking at the empty tray the nurse placed in her cart. She wheeled it out of my room. Dr. Verso was checking the heart moniter.

"Did you get worked up again?" He asked.

"Maybe." I said looking down. He sighed and pulled the same small packet with powder out of his coat. He placed it in one of the fluid bags that went into my arm.

My dad tucked me in as I waited for sleep to take me. He gently ran his finger through my hair and my eyelids began to droop.

But before I became fully unconscious, I heard my dad say something I hadn't heard in what seemed like forever.

"I love you, Hiccup."

And that's chapter eight! I'll try to dish out these chapters a bit quicker, but I do have a summer job. I hoped you enjoyed and please review!

AND I AM SO SORRY FOR POSTING THE WRONG CHAPTER PLEASE FORGIVE ME THAT WAS MY MISTAKE I LOVE YOU ALL!