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It wasn't so much that he'd been slammed into a bookcase that was the problem. It hadn't even been that hard.

Okay, that was a lie, it'd been pretty hard, but the real problem was he'd also had his head slammed into a mirror, possibly against a table (that was hazy), and Jerry Stenson's fists, respectively, and while he'd had all that attended to after the mission, he'd only allowed as much fussing over him was necessary to get back on his feet again. As such, his noggin had still been a little tender when he'd been so unceremoniously slammed into a bookcase. And then, if you went even further back, he'd been concussed something fierce several times since being on the ship, and then even further back, in the fight with a giant dragon, and these things tended to be cumulative.

"Anyone in here?"

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"The doctor is in." James quickly replied, stepping into view. "Is there any way I can help you?"

"I hit my head a little earlier. Got a head ache, and I'm feeling kind of woozy, which--given the fact I've hit my head more times and in more ways than most people even have the creativity to even think of, I was a little worried I might have hit it too hard."

He frowned.

"After the mission, they said I had a mild concussion and they fixed me up, but it was still a little tender to start with before I got slammed into a bookcase."

Edited 2011-01-15 11:21 (UTC)

"Please, have a seat." James gestured to one of the beds. "I'm Dr. James Howard. Can you tell me your name?"

Hiccup climbed up onto the bed. (Oh, how he hated the beds here, especially after having been stuck in one for more than a month).

"Hiccup."

Either he really was concussed and that was paraphasia or his name was just that nonsensical.

"Hiccup?" Well, this ship was odd. He pulled out his holo charts to check for anyone with the name Hiccup. Good thing he checked, too.

"Hiccup Haddock, correct? Can you tell me where you are?"

"Medbay, on the ship."

James took out the scanner (oh yeah, that thing) and let it run the equivalent of a systems check on Hiccup's head.

"And how were you slammed into the bookcase?"

"...Magic?"

He could just be bullshitting or that could be the actual reason.

(Hint: the latter).

Edited 2011-01-15 11:44 (UTC)

James spoke in the calm, even tone that soothed so many of his patients (and raiders, and scavengers, etc.) "I need to know more information so I can properly treat you. I'm not sure if you are aware of doctor-patient confidentiality. While the information of how you were injured will be on your medical record, I cannot tell anyone the information unless you allow me to. I can't discuss with anyone why you were here or what treatment you received unless they are your legal guardian. Unless someone is in danger, I cannot reveal anything we talk about here." He paused. "Now, would you like to tell me more about what happened?"

"I'm pretty sure it was magic," Hiccup repeated. "It picked me up and tossed me into a bookcase."

A pause.

"I chose a really bad time to be assertive."

"I see." James took a moment to analyze the scanner. "You have a mild concussion. I'd like you to stay here for a few hours in case it gets any worse. I'd like you do a physical examination as well. Just follow a few simple commands. Following my fingers with your eyes, walking to the other end of the room, that sort of thing. Is that all right?"

"Yeah, I think I can do that. I'm not that dizzy."

Barely thirty seconds after his last response to Hiccup on the network, Kang came into the med bay, zeroing in on Hiccup immediately. He crossed his arms over his chest and stared down at the boy, looking him over for any injuries.

"What. Happened."

Sons-of-bitches voice was go.

There was a very teenagerish sigh and he rolled his eyes skyward, leaning back against his pillows.

"I'm just under observation because I hit my head again, and after getting concussed during the mission, the doctor was a little paranoid and wanted to keep me here for a few hours. He said it was only an issue because I've hit my head so many times, and did it really recently, and especially since the one time, between that and losing the leg I was out for a while, which meant that was a really bad one." He waved his hands in a gesture of finality. "That's all. Not a big deal."

Except for the part where he never told Kang he got concussed during the mission.

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"You what?! And you didn't tell me? Head injuries can be bad. Hiccup, it's not just a personal thing, it's also the fact that I was in charge of that mission and I needed to know that everyone was alright," Kang's wings rustled, and a low growl started up in his chest. "You still haven't even told me what exactly that bastard did to you."

He snorted. "And then you expected me to keep your girlfriend occupied so that she wouldn't find out. She's going to gut you."

"I got it taken care of! I went to Medbay, just like you said, got all fixed up, and it was fine. It was still a little tender, that's all, so having it get whacked again so soon was bad timing."

Seriously, Kang, he wasn't an idiot, and no he was not talking about what happened during the mission. Stop digging.

"And hey, I hit it again? And then came straight to the Medbay--despite it being my least favorite place ever. Got checked out, everything's fine, he just wants to keep an eye on me, your concern is noted and appreciated, as usual. So you don't have to bristle your scales and be all protective. Which is why I didn't want to tell you at all, because all that scale bristling can't be good for you, and I think it's safe to say I've already hit my making-Kang-worry quota."

Kang barely held back a hiss, "I wouldn't be this pissed off if you'd at least told me you'd had a concussion after the mission. You've had a lot of serious shit happen to you in a relatively short amount of time; I think that's a damn good reason to worry about you at least a little bit."

Sighing, wings still moving somewhat restlessly, he sat down in a nearby chair. "Just let me know next time. I don't need to hear about the minor injuries, and I promise I won't coddle you. I already learned that lesson years ago. All I ask is that you let me know if something like this happens."

"At this point, as far as I'm concerned, a minor concussion is a minor injury. Hence it being called a minor concussion."

"It's a head injury, which automatically makes it more worrisome than something like twisting your ankle. Not only that, but if I remember right, you hit your head pretty goddamn hard when you fought that dragon back in Berk, you hit it again on that mining expedition about two months ago, again barely a week ago, and today. 'Minor' concussion or not, that's four times in less than a year. Four," Kang pointed out.

"And I took care of it every time since Berk!"

Smothering, Kang! You're smothering him!

"The point is, you should have told me about the concussion from the mission, and you shoudn't have tried to lie to me about this one," Kang snorted. "I wouldn't be near as pissed at you right now if you'd just told me."

"Maybe I don't want--I don't want it to be a big deal. I don't want people hovering over me or--or--"

Something about all this bothered him and he was having trouble putting it into words.

"I get hurt sometimes. Okay, fine, it happens. I'm not some great warrior or--or soldier, that can dodge bullets, so it happens. It's going to keep happening until I get better at this entire thing or get killed off first. It doesn't have to be a big deal every time, and while I appreciate your friendship and the fact that you've stuck by me when I was hurt really, really badly, I don't want there to be a big...to-do, every time it happens. I don't want my friends hovering over me, or worrying, or coddling me. Sometimes I just want to check into Medbay, get fixed up, and go about my business like it's not a big deal."

He finally put his finger on it.

"It's like you guys think I'm weak. Fragile. But sometimes a knock to the head is just a knock to the head. You get it fixed and go on with your day."

He threw up his hands.

"So, excuse me for just--wanting everyone to stay away while I chill out here for a few hours. I figured if I told you I was here, you'd...I don't know."

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Kang went silent for a moment, and took a deep breath, "Hiccup. When have I ever treated you like you were weak or fragile? If anything, I've made a point of not doing so; I've never told you that you can't do something because it's too dangerous, or prevented you from learning how to fight."

He muttered a curse. "I don't like the fact that you got hurt, but the main reason I'm pissed is because you lied to me. If you didn't want me to visit you while you were in here, you could have said so, and I wouldn't have argued."

"Oh."

Pfft, he was so fail.

Or...was he?

Because in all this, the subject of how he got hurt again never came up, and that was what he wanted all along.

"I'm sorry I lied. I just didn't want anyone to fuss. I'll be fine."

He settled back against his pillows.

"And next time I'll just be honest, okay?"

Problem solved, no questions, carry on.

Edited 2011-01-16 06:26 (UTC)

Kang shook his head, smiling, "That's all I ask. By the way, how did you hit your head again?"

If Hiccup really thought that question wasn't going to get asked...

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