Hiccup's leg was healing nicely. He was still tired, but he chalked that up to not being very active and instead sticking in bed most of the day. Stoick would occasionally help him outside to relieve himself, but for the most part he was bedridden. He got out of bed when Gothi came upstairs. She pointed back to the bed and he sighed, sitting down again. He stuck his bandaged leg out and she unwrapped it, checking for the healing. Gobber tottered up not long after, and translated for Gothi when the elder scribbled.
"She says you're leg is healing great, and that you'll be able to leave on your own tomorrow," he said. "Until then, get this into you. She'll make it and give it to you." Gothi gave Hiccup a stern look and continued writing. "Also, don't go chasing dragons without someone that can or will go after you to keep you out of trouble!" The blacksmith burst out laughing before a thwack from the elder stopped him.
"Well in my defense, the heat was pretty intense," Hiccup grumbled. Gothi pointed her staff at the youth. "But I understand, no doing something stupid. Anything! No doing anything stupid!" He corrected himself after she pulled back her staff, preparing to thunk him one too. She lowered her staff and nodded, turning and leaving. Hiccup sighed with relief when she didn't hit him. "Why does she resort to hitting people? She's terrifying as it is!"
Gobber chuckled. "She may be a wise healer, but she's also a Viking. She's just doing what comes naturally," he replied.
"I guess there's no arguing with that," Hiccup replied with a giggle of his own. He sat waiting patiently for a while before a knock sounded on the door. Gothi had returned. "Thank you, Gothi." Hiccup tried not to pull a face when he sniffed the concoction. He took a deep breath and downed it, fighting his body's natural instinct to expel the vile brew. He stiffened and swallowed hard, gulping several more times to keep it down.