Hiccup gently sat Amber on Toothless, he went and found the baby dragon, which was attempting to eat a rock. Toothless could barely stay still at the sight of his bumbling little offspring. Amber sat behind Hiccup, holding on to his waist so he could keep hold of the little Night Fury as well. They flew home quickly, mostly because Hiccup couldn't keep a wriggling dragon from trying to jump. Once they landed in Berk, Hiccup set the little dragon down and scooped up Amber in his arms. "Amber?" He whispered to the girl, instead of a response he got small gasping sounds, something was wrong. He ran as fast as he could, he kicked the door to a sturdy wooden building. A woman came to the door, Hiccup was panting now, "Please help Am….." He hadn't noticed he was weak, the woman took the girl into her own arms, at the relief of the weight Hiccup collapsed in the doorway.
Hiccup jerked into a sitting position, "Where am I? What happened to me?!" He said as he gulped for air. The woman turned around and walked to his bedside, "Well, I was wondering when you would wake up!" She said to Hiccup like it was a joke. Hiccup rubbed his head, "What happened to me?" The woman smiled at him gently, "Oh, you might not want to know." She said with a tinge of annoyance to her voice. Hiccup swallowed, something was off. "Okay, why do I taste something horrible in my mouth? And why does it smell in here?" He asked as rolled his tongue around in his mouth. The woman chuckled a little, "Well, the the taste might have something to do with the broth I gave you, and the fact that you have been throwing up since you collapsed in my doorway." Hiccup looked up at the woman, "I've been what?" He said, he pulled the blankets down, his clothes were stained and smelled horrid. He felt his hair, it was matted down, his own throw up and some blood came off on his hands. "Yuck," he said as he wiped it on his shirt front. The woman laughed some more, "It's a natural thing, you're fine. But I have never seen someone throw up that much. You must have lost three pounds!" She said with some sort of cover up in her voice. Hiccup shook his head, "Where's Amber?!" He screeched. The woman's smile dissipated. She pointed at a bed across the room. Hiccup slowly stood up and walked over to it. He looked at Amber, her skin was a weak whitish grey, her brown hair was tangled and matted with blood on one side. Her head had a large cloth on one side. The woman came and stood beside Hiccup. She said with a saddened tone, "She hasn't been breathing well, I'll hear her body gasping sometimes. She lost too much blood, I almost thought she would die once you handed her to me. But she hasn't, so far. The bleeding on her head is almost stopped. She might make it, but chances are growing slimmer." Hiccup felt sick, he turned around, the room starting to spin. He felt a burning sensation, he throw up a horrible mess of nothing. The last thing he knew he was falling over, his face landing in a puddle of his own vomit.
The others were gathered in the meeting hall, "She said Hiccup was awake for a while today!" Stoick yelled in a grouchy mood. "But what if he doesn't recover?" Snotlout responded like it was an argument. "That WON'T happen!" Astrid called out, she was the most upset out of all of them. She loved Hiccup so much, losing him and her daughter would leave her with nothing. Stoick looked down at the table, "I think, that we should wait for Hiccup to recover. If something goes wrong, then, we will decide what happens to the Amberstrike. For now, we wait." Everyone was silent, it was an odd moment, no one dared to speak. Even the ever disputing twins had become silent since the accident.
Hours passed, Hiccup once again woke up in bed. But this time, he jumped out. Not even bothering to say something to the woman who cared for him, he stormed over to Amber's bed. It was empty, "Where's Amber?!" He said, The woman stopped sipping on a cup of broth, "Your father came and got her, she's better, breathing okay, bleeding stopped. Was even awake for a minute yesterday. Relief flooded over Hiccup's face, he looked down at his clothes, they were clean. He felt his hair, no longer matted down with blood and vomit, but washed and combed, The woman smiled at him, "Your wife is quite a caring one." She said with one of her classic chuckles. Hiccup stayed for a minute to thank her, then left to head home. He walked to his father's house, knowing that Astrid wouldn't stay at their own home by herself. He opened the door. As soon as Astrid saw him she bounded over, hugging him tightly. Hiccup hugged her back. "Your choking me, and you might not want to kiss me, I'm sure you know about the throw up problem." He said as he pulled his head backed and wrapped his arms around her waist. Astrid smiled at him, "I know, I was the one who changed and washed you for Odin's sake!" She said with mock anger. Hiccup smiled his classic smile at her, but it was different, it was weak, and lacked his Hiccup flare. "She's fine Hiccup," She said to him quietly. "She, she is? I mean, I was hoping she wasn't," He said as he looked past Astrid, his eyes lying on Amber's small body, "Go see her, then go take care of your dragon. I'm tired of doing it for you." She said with an even bigger smile. Hiccup walked over to Amber, she looked up at her father this time, "Your okay," He said to her quietly. She nodded and snuggled down to go to sleep. He walked out of the house and down to the stables, Toothless ran up to him as fast as he could go. Hiccup petted him and followed him back to the very end of the stables. Midnight was lying there, looking at him with her orange eyes. The little baby Night Fury stumbled over and looked up at Hiccup. "Hey little guy," he said as he stroked the baby dragon. "You need a name don't you boy, well, your mother's name is Midnight, your father's name is Toothless… Hmm…. I don't know, your kind of a smokish black color, I guess I could call you Smokey." He said as the baby dragon snuggled up against his feet. "Yeah, Toothless, Midnight, and Smokey. The trio of Night Fury's." He said softly.
Everything was working out, except he still had the burden of the Amberstrike on his shoulders.
