Bring Me To Life (After Keeping A Promise, Book 3) Hiccelsa (EDITED)

Chapter 11

"Hiccup!" He slowly tried to get up. His father went to him, lifting him up. He looked pale. He just stood there for a moment, unsure of what's happening. "What's gotten into you, son?" His father asked.

Hiccup rubbed his head in pain leaning against the counter for balance. "I-I don't know. I was up one minute, and next thing I knew, I was out." He lost his balance again. His father caught him once again.

"Sit down!" He ordered pushing Hiccup towards a chair.

He sat down slowly. "I don't even know what happened." He sighed leaning against the table.

"You'll be fine. You're probably tired."

He looked at his father as if he could trust him. For once, his father looked worried. Hiccup looked away for a moment. He slowly tried to stand up. "I think I'll be fine. It was probably a little--" he was cut off again when he nearly fell again.

His father caught him once again. "Okay. Hiccup. This isn't one little thing, you're entire balance is off."

"I'm fine."

"Hiccup. Stop lying to yourself. You're not fine." He told him.

Hiccup looked at him. I saw the look in his eyes. I started to get worried. What if there was really something wrong with him?

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I sit on the couch the next day alone. Toothless was asleep on one side of the couch. Asher was asleep in my arms. Hiccup's father dragged him to a doctors office to get tested. Literally dragged him out of the house.

Hiccup wouldn't leave, because of his hatred of doctors offices. His father had to literally bribe him to leave the house, and that didn't blow over well with him. So, his father had no other choice but to drag him out of the house.  At least he's paying attention to his son. 

Asher squirmed in my arms, looking around confused. Toothless padded up to me, looking at the baby. "Be nice, Toothless. He's only little." I tell the dog. Toothless is smart. Being Hiccup's dog, he's quite intelligent. He knows better than to make Hiccup mad. Service dog or not, he's still a dog.

Toothless licked my hand, then continued to stare at the baby. He was usually a gentle dog. He'd never try to hurt a baby. Asher squeaked making the dog jump back. He jumped off the couch then bolted to the door suddenly. As if on cue, the door open, as Mr. Haddock dragged his son into the house. Hiccup didn't look too happy. And once again, his father was dragging him in almost forcefully, though Hiccup kept pulling away from his Fathers ungodly grip. "Hiccup. Let's go."

"I'm fine right here." He answers.

"Hiccup!" Hiccup just rolled his eyes as a response.

I got up, going to them, as Kim came out of the kitchen. "So?" I ask.

"What's the news?" Kim asked.

"Not good." His father answered. "He's tested positive." His father added.

"For what?"

"They don't know. It's some form of Nerve Decay," His father answered.

I look at him as Hiccup leaned against the wall. "He's tested positive for something unknown?" I ask.

"It's rare. It's not known to affect someone his age."

I look at Hiccup. He wouldn't look at any of us.

"What'll it do?" I ask.

Before his father replied, Hiccup moved. "I'm going upstairs," He said quietly.

He made it slowly to the stairs when his father stopped him. "Take Toothless."

"Why?" His Dad didn't respond. All Hiccup got for an answer was a stern, yet concerned look from him. Through all this, Hiccup sighed looking at his Dad. "Fine." He turned to the dog. "Toothless. Come." The dog obeyed running up the stairs. "It's not like I'm going to die, on the way up.." I heard Hiccup mumble as he slowly went upstairs, disappearing.

As soon as he was gone, I turn back to his father. "So? What's going to happen to him?"

"It can be deadly." I stare at his father. "They said it's unknown and rare. You never know what it'll do to him."

"What are the symptoms?" I ask.

"He'll be difficult for a while."

"Difficult?"

"Moody. He'll not want to do anything. He'll be in unnecessary pain, he's probably going to forget things."

"Do they know what caused it?" I ask.

"No." I sigh. There's really nothing anyone can do. "He's in a bad mood though, Elsa. I think someone needs to talk to him." I look to the stairs, then to his father. "He won't talk to me." His father said to me. "He'll talk to you. I know he will."

I sigh again. "Okay." I wrap the baby in a blanket, before going upstairs.