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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?"
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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Smothering, Kang! You're smothering him!
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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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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."
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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.
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If Hiccup really thought that question wasn't going to get asked...
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He couldn't lie now after promising not to.
He was kicking himself for contacting Kang to distract Astrid, instead of Ruffnut, but he'd hoped for a two-fer, to have them both distracted, so that neither wound up finding him in Medbay and then asked that particular question.
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That low rumble in Kang's chest that had dissipated was coming back.
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A pause.
"I really don't think he did it on purpose." Another pause. "Okay, actually, it was entirely on purpose, but Stacy did the tentacle thing and there's...something wrong with this guy. Like he's sick, but he knows he's sick, and he said he's doing research trying to fix it, and he made it sound like he doesn't have much time."
Every moment longer, he said, took him closer to the brink.
"Major anger issues, though and he said the magic was tied to the anger and they fed off each other--" He was rambling. "I didn't want to get him in trouble."
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"And why exactly was he angry at you?"
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Yeah, that sounded way worse out loud than it did in his head.
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Gesturing with his hands, he said, "Therein lay the problem. Before he threw me, he tried being really nasty to drive me off, and afterward, admitted he does that because he's afraid to hurt someone."
In short: Dude needed help.
"I was planning on telling someone. Soon. After getting this taken care of. Because I think this guy has something wrong with him and needs help, and I don't know if he'll go to anyone, but I didn't want to call Security and make a big thing of it, because the potential of that exploding even worse..."
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A pause and he drummed his fingers on the blanket. "I miiight still talk to him, but most likely in the subtle checking-to-see-if-he's-gotten-help-yet kind of way. Otherwise, I'm steering clear--he threw me into a bookcase."
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