Chapter- Getting ready to meet the family

Hiccup's POV

" Ok Henry. We'll take off your hospital bracelet and you're ready to go." said a male nurse.

" It's Hiccup." I muttered.

I hated being in here for the past month. Everyone was trying to coddle me like some little kid. I get it. I have bad injuries, but I don't need nor deserve this much attention.

The worst part was that I was not allowed to smoke in here. Every time I asked for one, I get the same answers. 'This is a non-smoking hospital' or 'you are too young to even be smoking' and even ' It'll kill you.' The ironic part is the fact that I'm a hospital. You think me dying is last thing that's going to happen while I'm here.

" Hey! It's good to see you again Henry. You're looking well." said Ms. Macdonald as she enters my now formal room. She's the lady from Social Services.

" Yea. I look fantastic for someone who's stuck in a wheelchair for who knows how long and is stuck in foster care." I sarcastically said as I roll my eyes. Who does this lady think she is?

She sighs in frustration before saying " I know it's hard, but your father's getting the help he needs and you're getting care the care you deserve. It'll be fine. The Ingermans are nice people, and I think you'll get along great with their kids."

" I'm not a little kid who knows nothing." I scoffed.

" I know that Henry…" She started

" It's Hiccup" I interrupt. " No one's called me Henry in a long time. I told you already ever since I still had the breathing tube shoved down my throat."

" Alright Hiccup. Why don't we go downstairs to meet the Ingermans." She said before she tries to push my wheelchair for me.

" I can push myself!" I scowled moving my wheelchair away from her.

" You are one headstrong kid." she muttered.

" Why thank you. I hope that it isn't problem for you." I smirked not really meaning it. You didn't think I was going to easy on you, lady.

" To tell you the truth, I've had worse stubbornness issues with one other kid in my career. You'll have a hard time breaking her record." she smiled as she opens my formal hospital room door for me to wheel myself out of.

As we ride the elevator, I look at my leg. It no longer has those pins sticking out it like a voodoo doll, instead it replaced with a blue cast. However, I was strictly told by the doctor to be very careful with everyone of my movement, because of the screws and metal strips in my leg. I'm at high risk for infection, so I'm practically not allowed to go anywhere public except the hospital. It sucks.

" I thought I don't have to go see the physical therapist til friday." I said realizing we're heading towards the Rehabilitation Center at the hospital."

" The Ingerman's daughter has to go there today for her appointment. We thought it would be easier if we meet them there." she explained.

"What wrong with her?" I thought for second as we entered the waiting room of the center. Sitting in one of the chairs is a plump woman in her late forties easy with curly blonde hair. As soon as she saw me she gave me a wide smile. I can tell she must be Mrs. Ingerman.

" Hi Henry. Nice to meet you. You can call me Helen." She said continuing the perky smile and holds her hand out for me to shake it. I wish she would cut the act.

" It's Hiccup." I said not shaking her hand.

" Well I prefer real names, but if you prefer nicknames, I'll try my best to remember. In fact my son, Freddy, is called Fishlegs by his friends. "

" Let me guess he has fishtails for legs." I grumbled.

" Actually it was a nickname given to him by his sister, Brenna. I see you have a bit stubbornness. Well wait til you meet Brenna. She's a feisty one when she wants to be" she laughs

" By the way where is she?" Asked Ms. Macdonald.

" Oh, she's with prosthetist ,Dr. Gobber, and her primary physician, Dr. Gothi. They're working with her at the moment ."

" Wait! Gobber? He's here?" I asked. I forgot he works at this hospital. He's a friend of the family.

He's engineer that specializes in creating prosthetic limbs for amputees. But why would that girl need him, unless….oh gods.

" Yes, do you know him?" Helen asked.

" Yea he's an old family friend. I haven't seen him in a couple of years though." I said.

" Well do you want to see him. I'm sure he can spare a few minutes." Helen said.

I was about to answer when I heard a crash and a yelp from a girl. It was coming from the room. Helen Immediately runs towards the room leaving me and Ms. Macdonald dunfounded.

What in the hell is going on in there?

Brenna's POV

" Come on Lass. It's just a few more steps. I promise." Assured Dr. Gobber, a large man with no hair but a long blonde braided mustache. Beside him is my primary physician Dr. Gothi. She's a little old woman who actually still has a lot of energy and strength.

" I hate you." I said as I'm struggling to not fall on my ass.

" Take a few more steps and you can have a break." He added.

I'm already in such pain and I'm shaking from all that walking. My prosthetic legs are super confining and painful standing alone because of the pressure it's still not used to. Walking is even worse. It's like stepping on acid. I want nothing more than to walk, but it's so hard and painful. At least it wasn't as bad as when I first started a month ago. Now that was horrible.

I take a deep breath and tighten my grip on the metal bars that is helping me stand still. I slowly take a small step on my left leg and instantly feel the acid sensation. I clenched my teeth as I take a step on my right.

" That's it sweetheart. Take one small step at time. It's not a race." Dr. Gothi said to probably motivate me But It's not working.

I try to take one more step, when my left knee buckled. I make a grab for the bar on my left with both hands to try and steady myself, but the bar isn't bolted to the floor, so I came crashing down my side hard.

"Ow." I said as I roll on to my back. I rub my left side feeling ensured that it's going to be black and blue.

The doctors run over to me and the room door opens to find a freaked out Helen running to my side.

" Are you ok?! I heard a crash!" she said franticially.

" I'm fine. Just in pain" I grumbled. I realized my left hip landed on top of the toppled metal bar.

" I think that's enough for today." Helen told the doctors as Gobber picks me up and places my on to the examination table.

" Agree, Mrs. Ingerman. I think should take look at your daughter's hip in case she has an injury." Dr. Gothi said.

" Like I need anymore problems." I muttered.

I lay down and she turns me over to my right side so my left is up. She lowers the left side of my shorts down a little to reveal a large bruise already at work. She goes over to a mini fridge, fishes out an ice pack and comes back over to place it on my hip.

" SHIT! That's cold!" I screamed.

" Watch your language young lady." Helen reprimands me.

" Naaaaaaaaa!" I complained.

" Well considering it's already bruised at this point, is telling me she has a deep bone bruise. I'm going to recommend not letting her practice using the prosthetic for the rest of the day and tomorrow. In the mean time, just ice it. I'm so sorry for letting this happen. We'll try and be more careful next time." Dr. Gothi said.

" It's fine. We'll see you on Friday Dr. Gothi." Helen said as the doctor waved goodbye and left.

" I'll send someone get you guys a wheelchair to help her out to the car." Gobber said.

" Thank you." Helen said as Gobber calls a nurse on the phone in the room.

I rip of my legs and take the ice pack off my hip to start putting back on my winter armour. By the time I was done, a nurse wheels in a wheelchair for me to get into. I grunt a little when my bruised hip bump against the armrest as I hopped in. Helen hands me the prosthetic legs before she gets behind me and wheels me out to the waiting room to meet the new guy. I haven't even met him and I bet he's going to stare at me. I didn't realize I was going to be the one staring at him.