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trans_92010-09-13 06:27 pm
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Rude Awakening [closed]
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.
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.
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Using his sheet to dry her face, misunderstanding him, she can't help rolling her eyes, throwing in a bit of snark defensively.
"Crazy? What, is it strange that I can cry? Apparently it happens now when I'm with you--even when I'm happy. It--It's kind of annoying." she sniffs rather moodily.
Even so, she obliges him and moves closer.
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"I'm sorry," he said. "For...uh, yelling. About... my notebook. It's not that big a deal."
She was crying. He'd only seen her cry once before, and that was over their entire world being gone. Oh, he was a jerk, he was a big, stupid jerk. Forget the stupid notebook, she'd cried over him getting hurt, and she was crying now. Over him.
"You can punch me in the arm if it'd make you feel better. Just...not really hard."
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If he is surprised by leaky eyes, one can only imagine how he'd react if only he knew her physical reaction when the shit came down. With that in mind, they'll just skip over that detail entirely.
Oh he gets a smile for that, albeit a little bashful, unguarded by his tenderness. "I'd punch you in the gut if it wasn't recently sewn back together," she mildly threatens. All sentiment aside, she is still the same rough-housing girl.
"Maybe at another time and place. Although I probably shouldn't have peeked at it... I still need to show my gratitude for your charming portrayal of my person," she comments, watching him critically. Though it isn't quite said disdainfully.
And then.
"...But it is your notebook. I won't judge you for what you do in your spare time."
What.
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"I didn't...mean..."
He winced.
"My journal's just my way of dealing with..." With what? "Feelings. Things I get confused about. Just...things. So that I can get over whatever it is and deal with it and not be weird or stupid or awkward about it."
Confusion, issues of self-worth, and yes, hormonal feelings, they all found their way in there.
"I just want you to understand I don't sit there all day thinking about drawing...uh, untoward...doodles of you or something, okay?"
He added, "Although I do like to draw you. But just--"
Just as her. She'd seen the other drawings, just the ones of her being herself, lounging around the room or whatever.
"From now on, I'll ask first."
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She's not entirely convinced dealing with everything is the journal's sole reason. There is something else easily overlooked that she had to address. So after listening to him desperately try to get through to her, have her understand better, Astrid closes the distance between them further.
She delicately pokes him on the forehead, staring directly into his gaze and fondness in her tone mixed with concern. "Because its hard to keep it in here all the time, right? Your tendency to over think so much... it overbears your mind. You can't really say it, but I can tell it wears on you." And it's only natural the boy confided his innermost thoughts and an abundance of knowledge in a single book.
Nodding, she sits upright with arms folded. "I may be looking at this too deeply. Go on and correct me if I'm wrong. However, by the manner you write, I got the feeling you wanted someone to read. A paper monument of your life's virtues. For anyone to find. It didn't necessarily have to be me, either." Unfortunately to his embarrassment, it winded up being her.
As for the drawings. Astrid scratches her cheek modestly, looking off. "...There are noteworthy "doodles" that are, I admit, a little forward... but whatever."
Translation: "I totally get it. Do what you please."
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Oh hey, she was sitting on the bed with him now.
For a moment, he just sat there, looking at her, fondness in his gaze, and then he leaned over and gave her a peck on the cheek.
Then he held a hand to his stomaach and grimaced.
"I need to lay down again," he said, leaning back against his pillows.
But he patted the space next to him hopefully.
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Fingertips brushing over her cheek, she eyes him skeptically. Was it alright? The series of medical equipment attached to him looked daunting and also with his condition...
He might be surprised at how quick she is to take him up on that offer. "Alright, but don't blame me if I fall asleep. At least I know you don't snore excessively," she chuckles lightly, not giving any real meaning as to why she said it.
Minding where she moves upon the bed, eventually she settles down closely at his side and a frown passed over her when her skin briefly grazes his. He felt colder than what she remembers.
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Made sense she might not have wanted to stay in the room...
"Who've you been staying with?" he asked, leaning his head against her shoulder and closing his eyes.
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"Kang offered the second bed in his quarters," she tells him, angling her head and studying his face for a moment. Her eyes squint, observing the scar near his chin as she curiously traces the outline with her finger. "He transferred the location to my comm. I'm glad I managed to find it in my fatigued state of mind and given that the comms are still a bit flaky for me."
She absently snuggled closer, eyes growing heavy. "Hmph, comms. I really didn't want another problem with this ship's ridiculous toy. I suppose it was good Tony handled it for me the last time," she yawns, hand cupping her mouth.
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Then something registered and his eyes popped open.
"...Who's Tony?"
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"Hmm?" With how Hiccup ventures the base and eagerly plunders around electronics, it was somewhat strange he hadn't heard of the guy until now. Then again, this place is enormous.
"Some boy I ran into when I lost track of my way from the Sensoriums. Accidentally hit one button and it freaks out," Astrid grumbles lazily, brows furrowing a little in annoyance. "...Anyway, he helped me get the map back up and gave me useful tips other than the basics you showed me. You were gone and no one else was there, so guess I lucked out there was another brainiac nearby."
Sure is vague in here. But in actuality, she is just giving him the short version. It wasn't of importance, really.
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Who cared, it was just some random guy, right? No big deal. Nooo big deal at all.
He lay his head back against the pillows and leaned against her shoulder again.