A/N: Back in 2018, I started writing an AU series called Seizure Procedure. This was the latest installment, but I never got around to finishing it due to becoming pregnant. When I was finally able to get back to it, my laptop crapped out on me, and I lost everything. By a stroke of luck after several years, I managed to log back into this account and find most of my story more or less intact within the docx. Since so much time has passed, I deleted the original and am reposting it from the beginning.

This ties into the series I was writing before, called the Seizure Procedure series. If you haven't read it yet or need a refresher, please go and read it now. I'll wait.

Finished catching up? Good, as the summary stated, this is a Modern AU with reincarnation. Instead of Berk, it will take place in my hometown. I might take us to Berk later, but I am not sure yet. The gang is around 20yo. I will delve a bit into how Hiccup lost his leg and why he has seizures. Now meet the new/old cast

Harry Carp/Hiccup Haddock

Ariel Hoffman/Astrid Hofferson

Simon Jones/ Snotlout Jorgenson

Tommy and Rhea Thorns/Tuffnut and Ruffnut Thorston

Valerie Carp/ Valka Haddock

John Strange/Jorn (OC)

2016

Harry woke up to the sound of rhythmic beeping and a strange tingling sensation coming from his left leg. He didn't think much of it for a moment and went back to sleep, only to have the memories of what happened come crashing down on him.

He and his dad had been in a car accident while he was learning to drive. He was yelling for his dad to wake up and that they had to get out of the car. Flames were starting to surround them. Harry tried getting out on his own, but his leg was pinned under what used to be the dashboard. Just as he was about to lose all hope, he felt someone pulling him out of the inferno that would have been his car.

Next thing he knew, he could hear people talking about having to remove his leg, that there wasn't enough to be saved. He tried to protest that he was too young to lose his leg, but all that came out were whimpers and groans. He continued to try forming words, but his body was racked with so much pain he couldn't bring himself to properly speak.

Now here he was, lying in a hospital bed, hooked up to machines and IVs. Cautiously, he pulled back the blanket that was covering his legs, closing his eyes as he braced himself. He didn't want to know how bad it was, but he needed to know. He opened one eye and was shocked that it was as bad as his memories made it seem. He opened his other eye and studied his lack of a limb closer, fighting the urge to vomit. The lower part of his leg had been cut off just an inch or so below his kneecap. He'd still be able to walk, given time and therapy, but not as well as he used to. He'd be even more of an outcast among his friends than he already was.

Unable to look or think about it anymore, he covered himself back up with the blanket and laid back down. He didn't bother stopping the tears as they came. Why did this have to happen to him, of all people? What did he do to deserve this kind of life?

After what felt like forever, he managed to calm himself down enough to try going back to sleep. Part of him knew that he should probably call for a nurse or someone, but right now, he just wanted to be alone in his misery. Yet that part of him kept nagging that he needed someone in here. Something was about to happen, and he would need help. So against his better judgment, he found the call button and pressed it a few times before dropping it.

Just a nurse was coming in, his entire body felt like it had been struck by lightning, and he began to convulse. He heard the nurse shout for more help.

Five Years Later (2021):

Harry sat in the waiting room, his right leg bouncing up and down. He was nervous. He knew virtually nothing about this new doctor other than the fact that he came from Canada and was a specialist in seizures.

The young man looked around the room, and no one else seemed as nervous as him. Suddenly he felt a hand on his knee, stopping his bouncing his leg. "It's going to be okay, babe. This isn't the first time you've dealt with a new doctor. And it won't be the last. So just relax."

Harry looked over at his fiancée and gave her a small smile. "I know, Ariel. Just a tad nervous and maybe a bit tired. We've been here awhile."

Just then, the next to the receptionist's desk opened, and a nurse stepped out carrying a chart. "Harry Carp."

Harry stood up and gave his fiancée a quick kiss before walking toward the door. Anyone who bothered to pull their eyes away from their phones noticed that the young man had a slight limp. There was something wrong with his left leg.

Harry sat on the paper-covered cot, waiting for the doctor to come in. His assistant, Nurse Gothard, a short elderly woman, had already taken his vitals and asked the standard questions. Aside from the questions, she didn't say much else. Not one for conversation, Harry figured.

The young man didn't have to wait long for the doctor to come in.

"Mr. Harry Carp?" the doctor asked.

"Yes, sir," Harry confirmed.

"Great," the doctor sat down on the swivel stool. "I'm Dr. John Strange. You can call John if you want. No need to be formal. What can I call you?"

"Most people just call me Harry," Harry shrugged.

John nodded and read Harry's chart. "It says here your first seizure happened when you were fifteen?"

"Yes, sir," Harry confirmed again.

"And you've been taking Diazepam since then?" John asked.

"Yes, sir," Harry nodded. "My original doctor thought it would be best suited due to my age."

John put the chart down. "Tell me about yourself. How did seizures start?"

"I was in a really bad car accident with my dad. He was teaching me how to drive when we got t-boned by a drunk driver," Harry explained. "I was severely hurt, but Dad didn't make it. He died on impact."

"How badly were you hurt?" John wondered.

Harry rolled his eyes. "It should be in my chart."

"I know, but I want to hear it from you," John said.

Harry bent over and started rolling up his left pant leg. In place of a flesh and blood leg was a metal one that rested just below his knee. "The car caught on fire. I managed to get out before it engulfed the rest of me. Doctors tried to save my leg, but there wasn't enough left to save. The blood loss and head trauma were the two main causes of my seizures. I had my first seizure a few days after the accident."

"Where was your mom during all this?" John asked.

"Overseas in Afghanistan. She's in the Air Force," Harry answered. "She was on a mission and couldn't be reached right away. It took about a month for her to get word and a week for her to get home. Why does it matter?"

"You had no one for over a month," John noted.

"My friends kept me company," Harry corrected. "Again, why does it matter?"

John shook his head. "It doesn't really matter. I'm just trying to get to know you better."

"So you're a therapist as well as an epileptologist?" Harry remarked sarcastically. "Do you want to talk about how when I was three, my pet bunny died?"

John stood up. "Another time." He took out a small pen-sized flashlight. "Follow the light. When was your last seizure?"

Harry followed the light. "Two weeks ago. Mother's Day. I was at home, getting ready to leave to pick my mom up. Ariel, my fiancée, was there when it happened. She got me on my side and called 911. It lasted for just over three minutes. I was unconscious for about five minutes after. Woke up to being loaded onto a stretcher. Spent the night in the hospital for evaluation."

"Do you usually lose consciousness?" John asked, putting away the flashlight.

"I'd say around 85% of the time," Harry answered.

Before John could ask his next question, the whole Earth shook. Harry fell off the cot onto the floor. John gripped the edges of the small counter, unable to reach his patient without falling himself. The Earth continued to violently shake for another minute before it became still once more.

As it stilled, what sounded like unearthly roars could be heard outside. John resisted the urge to run outside as he moved moved to help Harry, who had blood pooling out of a head wound.

A/N: This chapter was originally beta-read by DraconicBeing2.0. I hope you all enjoyed and are looking forward to the next chapter. Don't forget to follow, share and review