HTTYD: You Don't Know the Meaning of "Nice"? (Hiccstrid)

Chapter 55

Astrid's P.O.V.

I woke up to find myself on a bed in a white room. I looked around before seeing Hiccup on my left, in a wheelchair, a muscle-toned male nurse standing in the corner. "What the heck happened?" I ask, making Hiccup look at me in relief.

"Are you calmed down?" he asked in a soft voice. I was terrified he was going to strike me suddenly, and when he grabbed my hand, I couldn't help but think: get me out of here! I tried to move my right hand to find that it was cuffed to the bed.

"Wh-what-what's going on?" I asked, trying to break free.

"Astrid, Astrid, calm down. They're just being cautious," Hiccup told me, cupping my chin in his hand to make me look into his eyes.

"What happened?" I ask again.

"You had a panic attack. You couldn't calm down so they gave you a sedative and moved you here until they know if you're stable or not," he explains.

"Oh, my Thor, I'm not stable!" I cried, turning over to bury my face in the flat pillow. I felt Hiccup's hand gently run up and down my back.

"Astrid, anyone can crack under pressure. Your situation is completely understandable," he tells me.

"My situation?" I repeat, sitting up to face him. "Hiccup, my situation is one that belongs to a crazy person," I tell him.

"You just found out you're pregnant; you're supposed to meet your birth parents, for the first time in 14 years, in less than a week; you've been abused most of your life, it's not uncommon for someone in your position to loose it a little bit," he tells me.

"Hiccup, I made you loose your leg! You need a prosthetic, that costs money! That's not what someone would do unless they were insane!" I shout before he grabbed my head and pushed his lips to mine. He then stood from the wheel chair and leaned on the bed for support as he stood on his one leg, still able to tower over me. He gently forced me onto my back as I kissed him in return. When he pulled away, he looked into my eyes with a soft expression that made my knees feel weak.

"I wouldn't be dating you if I thought you were insane," he whispered, his breath warm on my nose, "Besides you might want to watch your mouth. Don't want to offend the readers, do you?"

"You know my rule about the forth wall, idiot," I hiss and he smirked before kissing the tip of my nose.

"Well, I'll keep breaking it until you pass the exam the doctors gonna give you," he says.

"What exam?" I ask.

"It's just some questions he wants to ask you to determine whether you should stay under guard for a little longer," he says before a knock sounds at the door. The male nurse walked over and opened it before letting a doctor walk in.

"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" he asked, seeing how Hiccup was leaning over me. He pecked my cheek before sitting back in his wheelchair.

"Nope," he says, turning to face the man.

"Can I have a moment alone with Astrid? To answer some questions?" the doctor asked. Hiccup looked at me questioningly as I propped myself up on my forearms.

"Nnh, d-do-does he have to leave?" I ask nervously.

"I, uh, I suppose not," the man chuckled before raising a clipboard. "Okay, these are just going to be some hopefully simple questions so we can determine your condition," he says and I nod as Hiccup pulled himself back out of his chair to sit next to me on the cot. "I understand you're pregnant?" 

"Yes, about two weeks," I answer with a nod.

"Okay. How often do you have outbursts like the other night?" he asks, making a note.

"I-I-I-I-I, um...I-I don't know," I stutter, not able to catch my voice.

"Are they that frequent?" he asks.

"No, I can't remember. I like space out or something, and then I wake up with no recollection of anything happening," I say.

"Really? So you don't remember what happened that night when Hiccup got his leg stabbed?"

"I remember a little bit, but it's really spotty," I tell him and he makes a note.

"Is your memory usually like that after a panic attack?" he asks.

"She just started having them recently," Hiccup says before I lower my gaze.

"Is that true, Astrid?" the doctor asks. I shake my head curtly.

"They started a few years ago. And yes, the memory of them is usually spotty," I say quietly.

"But, you didn't seem to recognize it the first time," Hiccup said.

"It was the first one I've had that was like that. Those times that I went to my room to carve...? Those were..." I trailed off before the doctor nodded.

"What's this about carving?" he asks.

"I used to cut but then I took to carving bears instead," I say.

"Okay, tell me what you remember about the other night."

"Um...I'd just taken the pregnancy test. I was sanding down the beginnings of a bear. I remembered how my adopted dad told me that bears were my guardian, my spirit animal. I started thinking about how rotten my life's been lately, and next thing I know, Hiccup's screaming, and I'm trying to get an ambulance...," I say.

"Hiccup tells me you were abused as a child," the doctor says.

"I, um...I wouldn't really say abused..." I say thoughtfully.

"Astrid, your dad raped you," Hiccup says.

"Thank you for spreading that around," I hiss.

"Hey, he has to know, alright?" he says.

"And what about your mom? Did she have any part in the abuse?" the doctor asks.

"How is this relevant to my current condition?" I ask.

"Answer the question, please," he orders.

"She was the first to hit me than my dad started," I tell him.

"Any history of drugs or alcohol?"

"I, um...I had drugs in my system once without my consent or knowledge, and I used to drink beer. But then my mom moved in with me and wouldn't let me touch her stock," I say.

"How did you find out you had drugs in your blood?"

"My friends recognized the symptoms," I tell him.

"It was just once though?"

"Yes, sir," I say with a nod.