fandomhigh | First Aid - Danger Shop, Friday, Period 5 [Week 1]

Whether the class showed up all at the same time or trickled in one by one, it didn't matter. Once they walked through the Danger Shop doors, the mood changed drastically.

The room looked exactly like the Fandom High gym, only it was littered with cots full of injured people, people attending to them and curtained off areas for surgery. More and more people were being brought in and loaded onto cots. Every so often outside there was a thunderous boom and crash as if there were explosions going off outside. The building would rock from the vibrations and the lights would dim.

Hawkeye, dressed in scrubs, stalked towards them through the chaos.

"Welcome to First Aid. We'll skip the introductions because people are dying. You're lucky - these people aren't real and you won't recognize any faces. But tomorrow they could be, and for all you know, the person you're treating could be your roommate next week or sit next to you in Chemistry class next semester. Pick a patient, find out what's wrong with them, and give them a number: 0 for beyond help and I'd better not find any of you giving anyone a 0 today, 1 for those who need immediate attention, 2 for those who need medical attention as soon as there's an opening that's not an emergency, 3 for minor injuries that can wait. Tell your orderly the number.

Then you move on to the next patient. Then the next one and the next one. The building is going to shake, you won't know what's going on outside, you won't know what's happening to your friends and loved ones. Your job right now is to work out who needs the most help using only what you know." Hawkeye looked around at them, then waved them away. "Go."

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Now that the trauma was out of the way, Hawkeye lingered in case anyone needed to talk to him.

Hiccup made his way over to Hawkeye, limping a little because his leg was sore, and looking a little disturbed. "How aren't they real?" he asked. "They looked real and they felt real and they sounded real. They even smelled real." It was bothering him and he looked at Hawkeye expectantly.

Hawkeye didn't mention the leg, but he couldn't help but be curious about the prosthetic. He'd bring it up when the boy didn't look so bothered by what Hawkeye had put him through. "It's a little ahead of my time," Hawkeye started to explain, "but you can tell the room to make anything you want and it will, but it won't be real. It makes a picture you can interact with, something that seems real, but it's only an illusion. Do you know why I made you do this?"

Hiccup frowned, trying to make sense of that. Pictures, as far he was concerned, were charcoal on paper, sometime paint on wooden panels. He didn't understand, but he eyed the walls in something like wonder. He'd ask Ender on Monday.

He turned back to Hawkeye. "To see if we could?" he ventured, student of the Viking school of training, which held that method as one of its dearest tradition.

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Hawkeye shook his head. "To make you realize that this could happen and there's a good chance there's not a lot you can do about it. To show you why it's important to learn not just the basic skills I can teach you, but everything this place throws at you."

"Well," he replied after some thought, smiling a little. "You made an impression, that's for sure. Not going to forget today in a hurry."

"You say 'you made an impression' like it's a good thing," Hawkeye remarked. "That's not something I hear every day."

Hiccup shrugged, looking down, scraping his metal foot in a tiny arc across the floor. It was a bad habit, he did it when he was thinking, and he was thinking now. "That was the point, wasn't it? If you didn't want us to remember in here," he tapped his gut, "you would have just talked to us. Right?" He looked up. "But you didn't, you wanted us to feel it, not just know it, so," he waved a hand around the room, "so we got all this. And it worked, and I'm going to learn everything you have to teach me, because this wasn't real, but it's been real before and it might be real again."

Hawkeye was surprised to hear it put so succinctly. "It probably will be real again. If not here, though probably here, at home. War happens. Disasters happen. You could be walking down the street and an earthquake hits, or a bomb drops or a building gives way because it's old and the metal buckles. There won't always be someone else to save the life of the person next to you. I'm not saying be a hero. I'm the last person to say that, and even then only if you make me, but more times than not you're the only person in a bad situation who can help."

"I get it," he said seriously, because he knew what it was like to be the only one who could help in a bad situation.

Well, he hadn't been the only one.

"I do have one question, though, and it's important. Is this, what you're going to show us, teach us, about saving people, is it good for more than people? Like, maybe it would work on dragons?"

Of course he was asking about dragons. Of course he was. "The same principles should work on most living creatures, but the circulatory and respiratory system might work differently, and the skeletal system too what with the fire breathing and the flying."

"If something happened to a dragon here, in Fandom," his attention was obviously focused inwards, not really seeing Hawkeye, his thoughts with Toothless, "could you try and help?"

Now he was in it. He remembered what it had been like trying to get a vet to give them information to help Colonel Potter's horse Sophie get back on her feet. BJ still brought that up in letters when he was feeling particularly nostalgic. "You'd be better off with a vet. An animal doctor." Which wasn't to say he wouldn't help.

He blinked back in to here and now and gave Hawkeye a sheepish look. "I'll find one of those," he said, then more seriously, "before something goes wrong."

"If there's not a vet, ask around. Your roommate might be highly skilled in animal husbandry. Or try the stables. Someone who looks after horses might know a thing or two about dragons. But if none of that comes to mind in a crisis, and I'd be impressed if it did, I live at the MHA building. Apartment 3. I can't promise anything, but you can come and ask me."

Hiccup would remember. Not that he thought anything was going to happen to Toothless, in fact he was pretty sure there wasn't much here that could hurt a Night Fury, but he'd remember. Just in case. "That's great, thank you," he said enthusiastically. "Really. And I should probably go and check on him, make sure he's okay." Plus after this class, he wanted to fly, as high up above the clouds as they could go.

"See you next week!"

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