Rude Awakening [closed]

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The good thing was that the breathing tube was gone. He didn't need it anymore. He was hooked up to a myriad of tubes and devices, but at least that was one less.

Hiccup still hadn't woken up, however. His eyes had opened and closed a few times, but other than those fleeting moment of half consciousness, he hadn't woken up.

Now the doses of the painkillers had been lessened and he was stirring more.

It was sudden, and alarming, when it happened. His eyes flitted open, and he sat up, screaming in a hoarse voice.

"Aaaugh aaaugh! What--where--get it off get it off!"

He tugged blindly at all the strange tubes and things clinging to him, and patted frantically at his stomach, as if expecting something else to pop out of it.

Hiccup didn't want things touching him, there were things attached--he didn't want anything attached.

"Where'd it go?! Where'd it go?!"

The last thing he remembered was, well, dying, as far as he knew.