You likeey the last chappie? Well, here's another one for ya! :D Shout-outs:

silverwolvesarecool: I love Spiritflash! :D

TheLastNightFury777: I know what you mean. I don't get happy that he's hurt, but I like seeing people switch into Caring Mode when he does. :) Especially Astrid. And I'm glad you like her reaction. :D

Night Fury15: So I've heard! :D I'll have to see it sometime. :D

xFaerieValkyriex: Ugh, yeah, I hate disinfectant. But I love it...but I hate it...ugh. I love how it helps, hate how it hurts. :D There, better. :D

"Hiccup, please try not to scream," said Astrid.

You know, guess what? Normally when someone says "please try not to scream" to a scared, wounded boy, it will not, I repeat, will NOT stop screaming.

I swallowed and nodded. Don't scream. Shouldn't be too hard, right? Of course, my screaming could very well alert the Outcasts, giving away our hiding place, and if that happened…

Well, let's not think about the "if that happened."

By the time she was finally finished, I was squeezing her hand so hard I was afraid I'd break half her fingers. And the thing is, I didn't let go, either. I loosened my hold a bit, but didn't let go.

"...Done?" I asked hopefully.

"Yeah, I'm done cleaning it," said Astrid. "Now just let me wrap it again." Snotlout sat me up, holding me upright, since I couldn't do it on my own. Astrid wrapped the bandages around my stomach and then pulled my shirt down again.

"There," she said. "All done."

I exhaled as Snotlout laid me down again, and then looked at Astrid.

"You're lucky," she said.

I nodded, although I wasn't feeling very lucky at that moment.

"Are you hurt anywhere else?" Astrid asked.

I wanted to shake my head, but then there was my arm...I felt like a burden. That's what I felt like. I hated feeling weak and useless, but at that moment, that was exactly what I was feeling. Not only feeling, but I was weak and useless in general. I couldn't even sit up without Snotlout helping me. I didn't want Astrid or Snotlout to worry about me any more than they were already were, but I really felt like my arm needed to me wrapped, and probably put back into socket.

I wondered if Astrid or Snotlout could do that?

"Hiccup?" Astrid asked when I didn't respond. I shook my head at length, the action bringing more pain to my already pounding head. Astrid didn't look convinced, however, and she crossed her arms.

"I'm not blind, Hiccup," she said.

"I...my arm…" I managed.

"Your arm?" Astrid asked. I nodded. "What's wrong with it?" she asked.

"Dis...located...I think…" I said.

"Oh," said Astrid. "Um...I, I-think I could do something, but it'll hurt."

"I know," I said. My arm already hurt enough without anyone doing anything to it. Pretty much everything hurt now. I was used to it.

"D-do it," I said.

"Okay," said Astrid. She took hold of my right arm and turned it to where it would have to be pushed back into socket. I moaned, and then squeezed my eyes shut to try and keep from screaming.

"Ready?" Astrid asked.

I nodded shakily, and then waited for the pain to come. Astrid counted, "One...two...three!" and then twisted and pushed my arm back into place. I lurched forward and cried out quietly, although I wanted to scream.

"That was disgusting," said Snotlout.

"Make yourself useful, Snotlout," said Astrid.

"How?" said Snotlout.

"Stop talking, that's the first thing," said Astrid.

"That wasn't cool-"

"Stop," I said. "Just stop, both of you, please."

Toothless growled at them, and then both instantly shut themselves up.

"Deja vu," I mumbled. It felt so much like the lightning incident, probably a day ago now, when I had woken up in a cave, Snotlout and Astrid worrying over me along with dragons who were doing the same.

"What?" Astrid asked.

"Nothing," I replied.

"One to ten?" Astrid asked.

"I'm sorry...for what?" I said.

"One to ten, how bad is the pain?" she said, specifying.

"Um…" I tried to think straight, but my mind wasn't exactly working for me at that moment. Nothing was very clear, everything a foggy blur of things and thoughts I couldn't quite decipher. "Six, maybe?" I answered at length. "I don't...really know...for certain..."

"It's okay," said Astrid. "I wasn't really expecting you to."

"What am I supposed to do now?" Snotlout asked.

"Go find some sort of bucket or something and bring me some water from a lake if you can find it," said Astrid. Snotlout nodded quickly and turned away, running outside. "Don't get caught by the Outcasts, and if the water looks dirty, don't touch it!" Astrid shouted to him.

"Got it!" Snotlout called.

Astrid sighed and sat back next to where I was laying. "Do you want me to put your arm in a sling for you?" she asked. "I mean...I could find something to use for one…"

"You don't have to," I said.

"Ah, I dislocated my arm once," said Astrid. "That's...kind of how I came to knowing how to set it again. I was throwing my axe when I was little, and I guess it was too big for me, because I twisted my arm in a bizarre angle, and then bam, it was dislocated. My Uncle put it in a sling for me after resetting it, and then I asked him to teach me how to do it myself...and I remember how much it helped, having a sling."

I thought about it for a second, and then decided a sling would probably be better than keeping my arm dangling awkwardly and limply next to me.

"If you can," I said. "Like...I said, you...don't have to."

"Try not to talk too much," said Astrid. "Your arm isn't the only part of you that's hurt." She stood up, moving back over to Stormfly's saddlebag to see what supplies she had in it.

"Astrid?" I said.

"Yeah?" she replied.

"Thank you," I said.

"Don't thank me," said Astrid, rummaging through Stormfly's saddlebag. When she found a strip of fabric that would work for a sling, she moved back over to me and started putting it on. "And I just wanted to tell you…" She paused for a moment, as if wondering whether or not to continue. "What...what you did, back at the prison…" she started as she wrapped the fabric around my shoulder and neck to create a makeshift sling, "...telling us to go while you held the Outcasts off...it was, um...it was pretty brave."

"Or maybe I'm just stupid," I said.

"Look, Hiccup, I'm trying to compliment you," said Astrid. "Don't ruin it."

"Thanks," I said.