A/N: Thanks to those who have reviewed and are following. Hopefully as the story progresses more people will read.
John picked the young man up off the floor with the same ease as a child picking up a kitten, and laid him on the cot. He quickly grabbed bandages, gauze, rubbing alcohol and a washcloth from the cupboard above the counter and turned back to the unconscious man. He applied pressure to the wound and began to clean the excess blood off.
John yelled for help, only to get no response. Everyone must have left to go see what was going on outside. He was on his own. He continued to apply pressure until the bleeding slowed enough for him to step away. "Okay, kid. You have to hang in there for a bit, while I step away to grab a suture kit."
John shook his head. Where did that come from? Why did he call Harry, kid? Answers would have to wait. He stopped applying pressure and went back to the cupboard. He grabbed one of the emergency suture kits, which held butterfly strips, scissors, a needle, staples, and thread. He turned back to Harry and pulled the gauze away from the head wound to examine it.
It wasn't deep enough for stitches, so the Canadian doctor chose to use to butterfly strips to close it. He expertly applied the strips, then put fresh gauze over the now-closed wound and wrapped the small roll of bandages around Harry's head to hold it in place.
Throughout the whole ordeal, Harry had not stirred in the slightest. Once John was satisfied that Harry would be okay on his own for a few minutes, he left to go outside to see what was going on.
John stepped out of his office and joined the crowd in looking up. The sky was full of mythical creatures. "Dragons." As the word passed his lips, a young blonde walked up to him.
"Where's Harry?" her voice was that of someone who gave commands and got her way no matter what. She took shit from no one.
John pulled his eyes away from the sky. He looked into this woman's electric blue eyes and felt as if he'd known her for most of his life. He knew who she was. "Don't worry, Ariel. He'll be fine." He explained how as soon as the earthquake started, Harry fell, hitting his head.
"Take me to him," Ariel demanded. "Now."
"Of course," John agreed. As the two turned to head back inside three dragons landed in front of them. The one in the middle was blacker than the night sky with the sleekness of a panther. The one to the left was orange, who sat on its hind legs, his tail whipping back and forth. The one to the right was mostly blue with a whitish underbelly, it stood on it two legs, wing tucked to the sides.
John stepped in front of Ariel as if to protect her. He didn't know what these dragons would do. He feared the worst. The black one stepped forward, looking at the two very closely. The dragon's eyes sparkled with curiosity.
The doctor felt as if he should know these dragons. He felt a faint memory tugging in the back of his, fighting to surface. It was a memory from a different time. Before the memory could fully surface, a shout came from behind the three dragons. "Toothless, stop!"
The black dragon's head turned to locate the owner of the voice. John looked past the dragons and saw Harry standing just a few feet from the small office building. The dragon turned and rushed toward Harry. Ariel tried to run to him, but John stopped her.
"Let me go!" Ariel shouted. "He needs help."
John didn't know why, but he knew that wasn't true. "No, he doesn't. He knows what he's doing."
"What makes you say that?" Ariel demanded, struggling against John's hold.
"I just do. He's going to be okay," John assured. "You need to calm down and watch. The kid will be alright."
Ariel stopped struggling and watched.
Harry woke up on the cot, his head throbbing. Not from the wound though, but from memories. So many memories. All of them jumbled together. He couldn't make sense of them. All he could make out was a black dragon named Toothless. He got up and stumbled his way out of the building.
He got the main door, just in time to see the black dragon from his jumbled memories approaching his new doctor and Ariel. "Toothless, stop!"
The dragon turned his head, looked at him for a few seconds before running toward him. Harry braced for impact only to have the dragon stop inches from him. The two stood staring each other down. Harry instinctively reached his hand out and turned himself away. The black beast sniffed the young man's hand before placing his snout into it.
As the two made physical contact all of Harry's jumbled memories clicked into place. He remembered living on island call Berk. He was Viking named Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third. His tribe was at war with the dragons until he learned that they could live peacefully. He remembered everything.
Harry looked at the dragon and smiled. "Toothless. Hey, bud. It's been a long time."
Toothless smiled his gummy smile before pouncing on to Harry and licking him until they both fell.
"Harry!" Ariel screamed as she broke free from John's hold. She ran toward her fiancé. John ran after her.
When Ariel reached Harry and Toothless, she tried to push the black beast away. "Get off of him, you monster!"
Toothless stopped bathing his best friend in slobber, long enough to look at Ariel and sniff her. Harry took the opportunity to get out from under Toothless and sit up. "Ariel, honey, I'm fine. He's an old, very old friend."
Ariel stood very still as Toothless continued to smell her. "Are you insane? This thing is a dragon. A real-life dragon. He could probably eat us whole."
Harry shrugged. "Probably, but he won't. Isn't that right, Toothless?"
Toothless looked at Harry and let out a small roar as if to confirm that he wasn't going to eat anyone. John walked over to Harry and helping him stand up.
"How are you feeling, kid?" John asked, placing a firm hand on Harry's shoulder.
"Bit dizzy, and very tired," Harry answered before promptly passing out. John was quick to catch him.
"We need to get him to a hospital," John stated. "I can only do so much here."
Toothless let out a roar and spread his wings.
"What does he want?" Ariel muttered to no one in particular.
"He wants us to ride him," John guessed. "He can get us to the hospital much faster".
Ariel backed away, shaking her head. "Not in a million years. You can ride him. And how do you know all this shit?"
John lifted Harry up and climbed on to Toothless's back. "I've done it before. Now, bond with the blue dragon. Once you get close enough, you'll know what to do. Trust me."
John still wasn't sure how he knew all this. All he knew was that this wasn't new to him and that the dragons were peaceful.
"What about the orange one?" Ariel wondered.
"He'll follow the blue one," John answered. Before Ariel could ask any more questions, Toothless took to the sky and flew in the direction of the nearest hospital.
A/N: Originally beta-read by DraconicBeing2.0. I will be posting chapter three in just a few days. Don't forget to review and follow.