A/N: Two years ago, I started writing an AU series called Seizure Procedure. This was the latest installment, but I never got around to finishing due to becoming pregnant. Since so much time has passed, I deleted the original and am reposting it from the beginning.

This ties into the series I have been writing. If you haven't read it yet or need a refresher, please go and read it now. I'll wait.

Finished catching up? Good, now as the summary stated, this is a Modern AU with reincarnation. Instead of Berk, it will take place in my hometown. I might take us to Berk later, not sure yet. The gang is around 20yo. I will delve a bit into how Hiccup lost his leg and why he has seizures. Now meet the new/old cast

Harry Carp/Hiccup Haddock

Ariel Hoffman/Astrid Hofferson

Simon Jones/ Snotlout Jorgenson

Tommy and Rhea Thorns/Tuffnut and Ruffnut Thorston

Valerie Carp/ Valka Haddock

John Strange/Jorn

Harry sat in the waiting room, his right leg bouncing up and down. He was nervous. He knew virtually nothing about this new doctor, other than the fact that he came from Canada and was a specialist with seizures.

The young man looked around the room and no one else seemed as nervous as him. Suddenly he felt a hand on his knee, stopping his bouncing his leg. "It's going to be okay, babe. This isn't the first time you've dealt with a new doctor. And it won't be the last. So just relax."

Harry looked over at his fiancée and gave her a small smile. "I know Ariel. Just a tad nervous, and maybe a bit tired. We've been here awhile."

Just then the next to the receptionist desk opened and a nurse stepped out carrying a chart. "Harry Carp."

Harry stood and gave his fiancée a quick kiss and walked toward the door. Anyone who bothered to pull their eyes away from their phones noticed that the young man had a slight limp. Something was wrong with his left leg.

Harry sat on the paper covered cot, waiting for the doctor to come in. His assistant, Nurse Gothard, a short elderly woman, had already taken his vitals and asked the standard questions. Aside from the questions, she didn't say much else. Not one for conversation, Harry figured.

The young man didn't have to wait long for the doctor to come in.

"Mr. Harry Carp?" the doctor asked.

"Yes sir," Harry confirmed.

"Great," the doctor sat down on the swivel stool. "I'm Dr. John Strange. You can call John if you want. No need to be formal. What can I call you?"

"Most people just call me Harry," Harry shrugged.

John nodded and read Harry's chart. "It says here your first seizure happened when you were fifteen?"

"Yes sir," Harry confirmed.

"And you've been taking Diazepam since then?" John asked.

"Yes sir," Harry nodded. "My original doctor thought it would be best suited due to my age."

John put the chart down. "Tell me about yourself. How did seizures start?"

"I was in a really bad car accident with my dad. He was teaching me how to drive when we got t-boned by a drunk driver," Harry explained. "I was severely hurt, but Dad didn't make it. He died on impact."

"How badly were you hurt?" John wondered.

Harry rolled his eyes. "It should be in my chart."

"I know, but I want to hear it from you," John said.

Harry bent over and started rolling up his left pant leg. In place of a flesh and blood leg, was a metal one that rested just below his knee. "The car caught on fire. I managed to get out before it engulfed the rest of me. Doctors tried to save my leg, but there wasn't enough left to save. The blood loss and head trauma were the two main causes of my seizures. I had my first seizure a few days after the accident."

"Where was your mom during all this?" John asked.

"Overseas in Afghanistan. She's in the Air Force," Harry answered. "She was on a mission and couldn't be reached right away. It took about a month for her to get word and a week for her to get home. Why does it matter?"

"You had no one for over a month," John noted.

"My friends kept me company," Harry corrected. "Again, why does it matter?"

John shook his head. "It doesn't really matter. I'm just trying to get to know you better."

"So you're a therapist as well as a epileptologist?" Harry remarked sarcastically. "Do you want to talk about how when I was three my pet bunny died?"

John stood up. "Another time." He took out a small pen-sized flashlight. "Follow the light. When was your last seizure?"

Harry followed the light. "Two weeks ago. Mother's Day. I was at home, getting ready to leave to pick my mom up. Ariel, my fiancée was there when it happened. She got me on my side and called 911. It lasted for just over 3 minutes. I was unconscious for about five minutes after. Woke up to being loaded onto a stretcher. Spent the night in the hospital for evaluation."

"Do you usually lose consciousness?" John asked, putting away the flashlight.

"I'd say around 85% of the time," Harry answered.

Before John could ask his next question, the whole Earth shook. Harry fell off the cot on to the floor. John gripped the edges of the small counter, unable to reach his patient without falling himself. The Earth continued to violently shake for another minute before it became still once more.

As it stilled what sounded like unearthly roars could be heard outside. John resisted the urge to run outside and moved to help Harry, who had blood pooling out a head wound.

A/N: This chapter was originally bete-read by DraconicBeing2.0. I hope you all enjoyed and are looking forward to the next chapter. Don't forget to follow and review