Chapter 13: The Accident

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Astrid's POV 

It's been 3 weeks since I've been to the doctor and my nightmares were still happening. Hiccup and I slept in the same bed every night now because he would end up with me throughout the night anyway. He's been telling me to see a therapist and I really don't want too. Hiccup says it will help. But I don't know. 

"Astrid, please just go for a few weeks." Hiccup said. 

"Hiccup I don't want to go to therapy. What if Kara finds out? She'll make fun of me for that too." 

"She's not gonna find out." 

"You don't know that. She's found out everything about me and I don't even know how." 

Hiccup sighed. "Astrid. Please. I don't want this to get worse. I hate seeing you hurt and scared all the time." I sighed and looked down. 

"Okay." I said. 

"Really?" Hiccup said. I nodded. 

"Can you at least come with me?" I asked him. He nodded. 

"Of course." He said kissing my forehead. 

We got home from school that day and Toothless and Stormfly greeted us like they always do. But this time I freaked out. Stormfly was excited and started barking at me and jumping on me and I moved and clung to Hiccup. He noticed how jumpy I was. 

"Astrid. It's okay. It's just Stormfly." He said. I found myself breathing heavily and one edge and scared she was gonna hurt me. I couldn't calm down and sat on the stairs. Hiccup sat next to me. "Breathe Astrid. It's fine. It's just your puppy." He said picking her up. Stormfly sat on his lap panting happily to see me. I calmed down after a few minutes and took her onto my lap. She licked my face. 

"Hiccup this is getting bad." I said admitting to my panic attack I just had. 

"That's why you're going to go to therapy. Your first appointment is tomorrow after school okay? I'm gonna go with you, like you asked me too." Hiccup said to me. I smiled at him and kissed his cheek. 

"Thank you." I said to him. He smiled. 

"Come on, let's go start on dinner." He said getting up and taking my hand. We went to the kitchen to start on dinner. 

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The next day we were in the waiting room at the office where I would be seeing my therapist. I was holding Hiccup's hand and I think he could tell I was nervous. 

"It's okay. Calm down." He whispered to me kissing my head. 

"Astrid Hofferson?" A lady with long brown hair came into the waiting room. She was wearing a black pencil skirt that stopped above her knees and a pink blouse on with a black blazer. She was wearing black heels as well. Her hair was down and curled. She had her name tag/key card clipped to her collar and she had brown eyes. She wore very little make-up. She was naturally pretty. She was holding a clipboard with a bunch of pages that the secretary handed her before she called my name. I assumed it was the pages that I had just finished filling out. 

I stood up from my seat and Hiccup came with me. 

"Is he allowed to come with me?" I asked her. She smiled and nodded. 

"Yes, if you want him too." She told me. I nodded. "Come with me." Hiccup was still holding my hand and we followed her to her office and sat down in the chairs. Hiccup moved the one chair so he was sitting right beside me. I grabbed his hand again. I think the therapist could tell I was nervous. 

"Alright Astrid. First of all, my name is Hannah Thomas. Second of all, there's nothing to be afraid of. Everything here is confidential. Okay?" She told me. I nodded. "Also," She gestured to Hiccup. "You can have someone come with you if it makes you more comfortable. Who is this?" 

"This is Hiccup, my boyfriend" I smiled looking at him. He smiled at me and rubbed his thumb on the back of my hand. It was calming. Hannah smiled. 

"Alright, so, I see her that the major thing is PTSD and Anixety." She said. I nodded. 

"I tend to have a lot of nightmares, and flashbacks of my past, and I'm easily scared. I've become really jumpy and been getting a lot of panic attacks." I told her. She was looking through the pages reading what I had filled out or checked off, nodding as I talked. 

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