Astrid
I paced outside Hiccup's house, worried sick. He hadn't woken up since we pulled him out of the cave the day before yesterday. We had bandaged up his cuts and scrapes, and brought him back to his house. Just like years ago, after Hiccup had defeated the Red Death, Stoick had laid him in his own bed on the first floor instead of bringing him upstairs.
"Don't worry so much, Astrid. Gothi told us he'll be fine," Fishlegs tried to reassure me.
"Hiccup fell straight down twenty feet, slammed his head, and has been unconscious for two days now. Of course I'm worried!"
My mind went back to the cave. The opening to that pit was so narrow, only the twins and I were able to fit through. The others had held the rope tightly as we used the rescue skills we had learned from the academy's trainings. It scared me to see Hiccup's pale face against the stone floor, his thin frame a little twisted. He looked a little better once we had cleaned him up, but still… I was scared. I couldn't imagine losing him.
Just then, the door to Hiccup's house flew open and Stoick stepped outside. "He's beginning to move!"
We rushed inside. Although I was a little behind Fishlegs, Snotlout, and the twins, I raced past them and ran through the door first. Gobber was by Hiccup's bedside, changing the bandage on his hand after applying an ointment Gothi had made. Hiccup was beginning to stir, his eyelids just twitching.
"Hiccup," I coaxed, gently touching his cheek. "C'mon, Hiccup, look at me!"
He opened his eyes slowly, focusing clearly on me for the first time in weeks. "Astrid?"