Astrid's P.O.V.
My head shot up from the counter as a siren sounded outside. What was going on? I looked at the clock to see it was 3:45 A.M. I run to the window to see the trees on the sidewalks bending over, forced down my the wind. I look to the sky to see a funnel cloud, dark and foreboding as it slowly turned in the air. I grab my phone and run to the back room, pushing myself into the corner as the sirens continued to scream. I bring up a game to make the time go by and get interrupted by a call from an Unknown #.
(A=Astrid, ???=Unknown)
A: Hello-o-o?
???: Where the heck are you?!
A: Who is this?
???: It's Hiccup, where are you?
A: How did you get my number?!
H: Remember that time I gave you a ride home from City Hall and you put your phone in the cup holder?
A: Now I know not to do that.
H: Whatever, where are you?
He sounds mad...should I tell him? What if he hurts me?
A: Nowhere
H: Astrid, there is a tornado going on, so you better tell me where you are, right now.
A: Safe.
H: Astrid!
I hang up at the sound of his voice shouting at me. I hear a window crash in the main cafe and the glass shards fly under the door of the back room. The building starts to shake before everything goes black.
3rd P.O.V.
The tornado lasted an hour before the police went to the only building that had been destroyed: The Starbucks Cafe. They get there to find it in complete ruins. The manager of the Cafe was instructed to meet them there. He was extremely worried about the employee that he had asked to close the place. He knew she had a tendency to stay longer than needed. Once he finishes describing her to the officers, they start climbing over the rubble, looking for the teenager that could be in sever medical danger.
The chief of the force was about to start digging through a pile of bricks when his deputy called out, "Over here! I found something!"
The chief runs in the direction to see his deputy trying to lift a metal support beam. He helps him lift it before a paramedic pulls a body out and puts it on a gernie. The police officers drop the beam and the Chief goes over as the medics check over the girl, realizing it was the person they were supposed to find. He gets distracted as he sees the manager of the Starbucks Cafe pick something up from the rubble.
"It's her phone," he says as he brings up her contacts. He sees nothing but names...no 'Mom' or 'Dad'.
Contact list:
Criss
Joe
Marcy
Penny
Leo
Hiccup
Stan
Tony
Roy
Drunk
Druggie
Those last two confused him. Who would name their children 'Drunk' and 'Druggie'? He decides to call the only name he recognizes: Hiccup.
One long and stressful conversation later, Hiccup was pacing back and forth in the waiting room as they tended to Astrid. "Hiccup haddock?" a nurse called and he rushed forward for the update.
"How is she?" he asks worriedly.
"She's fine. She's awake if you would like to see her," she says before leading him to Astrid's room.
Astrid's P.O.V.
I woke up in a hospital bed, pain throbbing in my brain. I look at the door as it opens and Hiccup walks in. He pulls a chair up to my bedside and sits down before looking at me, his eyes focusing on my forehead.
"Do I look that bad?" I ask, seeing the shock in his gaze.
"You wouldn't if you had told me where you were," he says.
"What would you have done?! You wouldn't have been able to get there in time to change anything. You would have only put yourself in danger and the only thing that would have changed is that we'd both be in a hospital bed," I tell him, snapping a little. He then grabs my hand gently and presses my knuckles to his lips. Then he presses them to his chin as he speaks.
"You're right," he sighs, "I'm sorry. But you had me so worried, when I didn't see you in the buildings tornado room. If I'd known where you were it would have settled my nerves."
"Why were you so worried? What have I done to deserve your concern?" I ask.
"That will be told this Saturday," he tells me. The nurse comes in and he releases my hand, his soft touch lingering on it.
"How are you feeling Astrid?" she asks, flipping papers on a clipboard.
"Fine. My head hurts a little," I tell her and she nods, writing something on my chart.
"And it will for a day or two. You have a minor concussion but it shouldn't be a problem. What about your muscles? Have you tried to move?" she asks and I shake my head. She walks to my bedside and holds her hand in front of me. "I want you to poke my palm," she says. I reach forward only to have an overwhelming soreness overtake my arm.
"Okay-yep-that hurts," I say, letting my arm fall limp.
"Try the other," the nurse says. I obey only to have the same effect. She lifts my right arm for me. "Does this hurt?" she asks, pressing on the muscle gently. I nod and she does the same to my other arm.
"Pain," I say and she releases it.
"Okay, it looks like you're bruised on the low muscles," she says, writing on my chart again.
"Can you elaborate on that?" I ask.
"Your muscles are bruised, just too close to the bone to be visible. It'll take a few days for them to heal," she tells me and I nod.
"So how long until I get out of here?" I ask.
"The doctor wants to keep you overnight. To make sure you won't have any problems with your head," she says and I nod once again before Hiccup asks to talk to her in the hall.
Hiccup's P.O.V.
"Did you happen to find any older injuries?" I ask the nurse once we're in the hall. She looks at me suspiciously before glancing at Astrids chart.
"Like what?" she asks.
"Just anything that seems to have been there before the tornado?"
"I'm afraid I can't tell you. Not unless you tell me what you're looking for," she tells me.
"I'm not the cause of them if that's what you're implying," I say.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I'm afraid a patient's injuries are confidential to anyone outside of their immediate family. You may ask her yourself, but the hospital is under an oath to not share a person's weakness with outsiders," she explains and I sigh.
"Okay. Can you tell me the damage on her hospital bill?" I ask and she flips a few pages on the chart.
"It's gonna come out to be about 1500," she says and I nod.
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