I don't know how long I was unconscious, but it was at least a few days. Sometimes I slept, sometimes I could hear and feel things. Voices cut through the fog.
I felt my dad gently put his hands on my arm at one point. At the same time, my leg was in terrible pain. I broke through the fog enough to moan.
"It's alright, Son," my dad's voice drifted in. I twitched my eyes, trying to open them. But the fog came back.
I heard voices drift around. I felt a small hand, washing my face.
"Hiccup… you're gonna be okay," a sweet voice said. Astrid. No, it couldn't be. Astrid would never talk to a loser like me.
No… no, Astrid talked to me now. Why couldn't I remember things right?
Voices and memories came and went. And always this pain, in my head and my leg. Why could I only feel one foot? Why wouldn't my leg stop hurting? Why didn't the fog go away?
My dad was patting my hand. Why was he doing that? Why was I laying down? Why couldn't I talk to him?
The fog. It was the fog.
I started sweating at one point. I remembered the past month. "No, no, no!" I shouted. "I just want to be one of you! I need to kill… no, I can't kill a dragon. I need to prove… I need to run. Stop them from finding the nest. They'll get hurt… no, killed. No, no! I was wrong! I was wrong. My family, my people! The dragons. Doesn't have to be one or the other. No! Gotta fix this!"
I heard my dad rushing to me. He smoothed my hair back. "Shh, shh, it's okay, Son."
"Dad," I muttered. "I messed it all up. I was wrong."
"Shh. I was wrong, too."
"I'm so sorry, Dad." The fog was really thin. I could open my eyes just a crack, seeing his face. Although everything was out of focus, I could see that his eyes were misty. "I'm so, so sorry."
"All is forgiven, Son. All is forgiven."
I smiled a little bit before slipping back into the fog.