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Danny's P.O.V.
The morning light came in through the curtains, harshly shining in his eyes like a bad omen of what was to come that day. Dread and fear, which had been kept at bay in his sleep, rushed his senses like a rouge storm wave. Shakes began to take over his body, goosebumps forming on his skin.
Danny, after a couple minutes of trying to gather himself, finally decided his legs had stopped shaking enough to walk over to the mirror. The person that stared back at him had hair knotted and mussed from tossing around in the few hours of sleep he got, also shown in the bloodshot veins in his eyes. His skin was slick with sweat, which had caused a bit of morning acne on his hairline. He walked to the bathroom, washed his face, and tried - emphasis on tried - to make his hair rest in a more natural place. He sighed and decided that yeah, this looks fine. He put on a baggy shirt, one meant for comfort instead of appearances. He knew he looked like a mess, but was to worried about Hiccup's state to care.
He skipped breakfast and went straight to his bus stop, backpack weighing down his shoulder more than it usually does. When his bus got there, he collapsed in his normal seat, backpack flung down next to him. He rested his head against the window, not minding the bumpy road that made the glass rattle against his head. A wave of tiredness swept over him and his eyelids began to droop. Since he hadn't slept well last night, Danny decided to let himself have this one, and fell asleep.
A backpack to the back of the head woke Danny up and he realized everyone was getting off the bus. Quickly, he threw his backpack over his shoulder and hurried off the bus and into the school commons.
He leaned back against the wall before unlocking his phone. He saw that he had been reading his texts, specifically his secret admirer. 'The library!' He pushed away from the wall and briskly walked towards the area he spent all his free time in the school. He quickly opened the door and walked to his normal table. He absolutely loved this spot; the bookshelves blocked him on the sides and back and there was another one that partially blocked in front of him. One of the shelves - the one to his left - was used to hold textbooks, which had been checked out at the beginning of the year, so it was almost empty. It was perfect for not being disturbed.
His eyes landed on three things; a poppyseed muffin, a book with several old fairytales, and a drawing. He sat in his chair and moved the muffin away from the drawing. After all, why ruin something someone worked so hard on with food stains? He picked up the drawing and blushed coyly. The drawing was done in pencil, and it definitely was good, even if the skills were obviously not trained, or even practiced often. This person had talent, but they could clearly get better. In the picture, he was asleep with a book in front of him. His hair was tousled and he had charcoal marks on his face from his drawing class. He saw that there were words written on the back.
'Hey, I know that it's going to be a hard day, and it was probably a hard night. I know it probably won't help, but I wanted to try. I'll be here for you if you need me, just text me. Seriously, if you need anything, you know how to reach me. I know the drawing isn't as good as yours, but I'm still proud of it. I hope you like poppyseed! Text me soon?'
Danny smiled and made a note to text him later. He picked up the muffin and took a small bite. He opened the fairytale book and started reading, careful not to stain the pages.
Squeaking from tires suddenly alerted Danny to the presence on his left, behind the empty bookshelf. They stopped beside him and Danny froze, knowing it was Elliot. He wanted to look up and make sure it was, in fact, Elliot. At the same time, he didn't want to look up to meet the sharp gaze that said male held. But the the squeaky tires didn't move away, they remained silent and in the same spot. Danny felt his body tense as a set of eyes landed on him. Then he remembered that he was eating, which wasn't allowed in the library.
He finally looked up at Elliot, scared he would be reported to the librarians. However, when he looked up at Elliot, the other boy simply raised an eyebrow and gave a small shrug. The image seemed to say 'It's not a problem to me, why should I take time getting you in trouble?' Danny's shoulders relaxed and he gave a small smile of thanks. Elliot's hand combed through his dark, slightly tousled hair. Strange, usually his hair was neatly combed and gelled. 'I guess it's an off day for everyone.' Elliot let his hand fall back to rest on the cart so he could continue to put books away. The screech of the tires picked back up and Danny realized Elliot had gone to the Fantasy section to shelf books.
Danny glanced down at his phone and saw the time, 7:55. Just as he read it, the five minute warning bell rang and Danny started to put all his stuff away. putting his new gift drawing in a folder on it's own. He finished his muffin and threw the wrapper away, rushing out of the library.
He hadn't seen the happy grin and matching blush on Elliot's face, but it was still there.
Danny raced to the commons that branched out to the classes. His history class was at the end of the 400 hall and he needed to get their in three minutes. He needed enough time to turn in his homework and sit down before the teacher got there.
He made it with two minutes to spare. Danny sighed in relief, body slumping forward happily. He picked up his pencil as the teacher walked in, but before he started taking notes, one last thought flashed across his mind. 'What was Elliot doing in the Textbook section when he didn't have any textbooks to put away?'
Merida's P.O.V.
Merida was incredibly happy to get to run the track, despite the windy weather. She felt eager as she dressed out, pulling her hair back and away from her face. She tied her shoes and was one of the first one on the track. As soon as the the teacher got out there and told them to start running, Merida was off.
She let her legs pound on the ground, her heart rate sped up and her breathing increased. She tried not to think, especially about how one of her best friends was in the hospital about to get his le-
No. No, that wasn't what she needed to be think about. She needed to think about running. Her heart beats per minute, the size of her steps, her time from last time, her stamina, if her breathing would allow her to run how far she needed. But, judging on her current pace, she needed to slow down.
"Hey, are you doing alright?"
Merida looked to her right and saw Astrid. The red-haired girl's eyebrows furrowed and she scowled at Astrid. How dare she? After all this time?
"'M fine." She replied bitterly.
Astrid frowned. She should've known. Merida and Astrid had only ever tolerated each other, butting heads at every possible opportunity. When Allistor had nearly hit Hiccup a few weeks earlier, the tolerance had shattered. They hadn't spoken since.
"Are you going to visit Hiccup after his surgery?" Astrid tried.
"Of course Ah am. Is yer boyfriend letting ya?" Merida spat angrily.
Astrid groaned and shook her head. "I don't need my boyfriend's permission to do anything." She said with a glare. "I'm going." The blonde added stubbornly.
"Well, then, Ah guess Ah'll see ya there." Merida said, glare softening. She faced back in front of her and pulled ahead of Astrid. Astrid slowed down a bit, slightly out of breath from Merida's pace, and smiled. Maybe they could be friends?
Merida began to allow the adrenaline in her veins to take her even faster. Her feet hit the ground and nearly bounced off. She couldn't control her legs, she was to fast. She tried to clear her mind, but it just wasn't working. Then she felt one foot hit the ground just a bit differently, and then she was tripping.
She hit the ground, landing on her back. The air was knocked out of her lungs and she had to stay sprawled out on the ground to regain the oxygen she had lost. When she had enough, she sat up. She had hear elbows on her knees and chin in her palm. She continued to take deep breaths to calm down.
A shadow passed in front of her and a pale, ashen hand offered itself to help her up. Merida lifted her head to see who it was, and discovered a boy from her class, Marshall lee, smirking down at her. "Need a hand?"
With a raised eyebrow, Merida accepted. "Thanks. Marshall lee, right?"
His smirk widened. "Yeah. Merida?"
"That'd be me." She responded.
"So what'cha doing on the ground?" He asked as they resumed walking at a fast pace.
"Let ma head get away from me. My friend is in the hospital, 'bout to go inta surgery." Merida frowned. She glanced at the ground.
"Oh, yeah. Hiccup, right?" Marshall's smirk was replaced by a concerned frown. "I have drawing three with him; he's great at it. Is he going to be alright?"
Merida didn't want to share the fact that Hiccup's leg would be amputated. "Well, we hope so. We'll know in a few days, hopefully."
"Well, tell him everyone at school is hoping for a good recovery. I wouldn't want to intrude by coming down to the hospital." Marshall lee said.
"Well, now may not be the best time, but next week, perhaps." Merida informed.
"Maybe some other art kids and I will stop by next week, then. The balance of the class is off without him." Marshall smiled.
"I'll probably see ya there." Merida smiled back. Marshall lee seemed like a pretty fun person, maybe they could be friends?
The teacher called out to tell them that it was time to head in and get dressed. Merida waved goodbye to Marshall lee and went to the girls' locker room. She quickly threw on her jeans and t-shirt, tying her jacket around her waist. Backpack slung over her shoulders, she went to stand in the hallway until the bell rang. She gave a small nod in Astrid, who returned it. Marshall lee came out to the hall and started talking with Merida.
Soon enough, the bell rang and she was off to second hour.
Rapunzel's P.O.V.
Usually Rapunzel loved her second hour English class, but not today. Today, it was just an obstacle getting in the way of her seeing her friend. She was worried nearly to the point of puking; her feet were tapping, her hands were shaking, she was sweating. She felt absolutely scared and anxious. Her eyes kept darting to the clock, waiting for the phone call that would announce that Hiccup was done with his surgery, that he was in a good condition and they could go see him.
The teacher was talking, lecturing, ranting, but Rapunzel wasn't listening. She was just hoping, begging, pleading Hiccup would be alright. She didn't care about anything besides her friends and how they were doing. Her pencil tapped her desk at a quick rate. She looked down at her paper, which was supposed to be filled with notes, but instead was blank. Her eyes went back to the clock. There was still about 40 minutes until second hour ended. Rapunzel silently groaned and slumped down in her seat.
A small chuckle next to her grabbed her attention. Her eyes moved to look at Elsa, who was smiling behind her hand. Elsa held her hands up, as if to say 'sorry.' Rapunzel rolled her eyes and scoffed, but smiled at the paler girl. Elsa smiled back and looked at Rapunzel's notes. The female pursed her lips in concern for her friend. She quietly slid her notes to the side of her desk, where Rapunzel could see and copy them down. Rapunzel straightened up in her seat and started writing down the information. Elsa pretended to be writing as to not get in trouble with the teacher.
Rapunzel quickly jotted down Elsa's notes and murmured a small 'thanks' to announce that she was caught up. Elsa nodded and slipped her paper back to the center of her desk. Both continued to take notes for the remaining four slides. After they finished the teacher turned on a video about plot lines or something similar. The teacher let them turn off the lights, most likely because he wanted to do his work in peace.
Elsa's eyes were following the video, until a small 'hic' from the blonde. Elsa turned to look at her, only to discover Rapunzel was silently sobbing, hands muffled her shuttered breathing. water
A hand reached over to Rapunzel's resting hand. Watery eyes looked up to see Elsa, worried, moving to wipe away her tears.
"Oh, Rapunzel, Come here." Elsa said, leaning over the bar that connected the seat to the desk.
Rapunzel threw her arms around Elsa's shoulders and squeezed. "I-I'm jus-st so wo-o-orried." She cried into the paler's shoulder. Elsa, in return, patted her back and whispered comfort things into her ears. Rapunzel took deep, calm breathes and eventually returned to her original position.
But they held hands until the bell rang.
Jack's P.O.V.
Jack's eyes were dropping and his head bobbed, almost close enough to hit the his science table. His hair was messy, his face was sweaty, his clothes were the same as he wore a couple days before, and he wasn't paying attention to a word his teacher said. He was to worried, panicked, scared, anxious to do anything but wait. He constantly looked at the clock and the phone n the teacher's desk, waiting for something - the bell, the phone, hell, even an ice cream truck - to ring. He just needed to hear something that would announce that Hiccup would was alright and was recovering.
His classmates had taken note of his strange behavior and decided that he just needed to be left alone. Everyone had seen the picture on the school website and, though they didn't know what kind of relationship they had, knew they had one. They also understood the unspoken rule that they shouldn't ask. That would embarrass them and make them feel pressured, something no one needed.
Jack inhaled deeply, then exhaled. He tried to focus on the paperwork, but he just couldn't. He had managed a few answers, some of them incomplete. He eventually gave up and just leaned back in his chair, mind fuzzy and thoughts incoherent.
'Hiccup,' Jack thought. 'If you're okay, I'll make sure I help you in any way you need me to and I'll keep you safe. I promise, just please be alright.'
After he finished his thought, he heard something. It was the phone, and the teacher picked up as fast as he could. "Okay, I'll tell him." After the phone was back on it's stand, he looked at Jack. "Hiccup's out of surgery. You can go visit him."
Jack was out of his seat and racing down the hallway so he could ride with them to the hospital. He, Danny, Merida, Rapunzel, Elsa, and Anna signed their names on the attendance chart and were in Merida's car in record time. The entire trip was rode in silence. The atmosphere of the car was tense, but no one tried to break it by talking or turning on the radio. They allowed themselves time to prepare, in case their was horrible news.
At the hospital, they checked in at the front desk before heading upstairs, to Hiccup's room. The walk down the hallway was nerve wracking, and it took every ounce of Jack's free will to open the door with his shaking hands. But when he did, he wasn't sure if he was calmed or frightened by the silence, Hiccup's parents were sleeping in chairs next to the bed; they must have been exhausted from staying up through his operation. Then again, Jack didn't sleep, either. Maybe when he had an answer, preferably goo, to 'how's Hiccup doing?'
All six friends quietly shuffled into the room, forming part of an oval around Hiccup's bed. Jack looked over Hiccup, making sure his upper body was okay. It appeared to be, despite his pale tone and tired eyes. He was breathing normally and didn't look to be in any pain. His hair was a mess and Jack really wanted to sit their and fix it, gently, for Hiccup. His eyes were calm, in a peaceful state.
Then Jack looked lower.
He saw only one bump under the covers where his calves should've been. Jack felt the air knocked out of him. He really had gotten his leg amputated. He hadn't believed it until it was right there in front of him. He felt an icy air fill his chest and spread through his veins.
He felt sympathy for Hiccup, but he was also afraid. It hurt, thinking that Hiccup could've died. Suddenly, a small sigh broke his terrifying thoughts.
"H-Hey, guys."
Hiccup had opened his eyes and smiled weakly at them. They all smiled and gave hopeful laughs, relieved.
Happy ending, hope you enjoy! I'll update sooner, promise!