Astrid's P.O.V.

"Do what ever it takes to make this pain go away." My eyes slowly close and I sigh as the Morphine sends the pain away and letting me float on a cloud. Soon, I'm so deep in sleep that I could swear I saw my mom...

3 months later

I groan as my eyes ease open and I look around. Nice nap. I see my dad sleeping in the chair next to my bed, his head leaning on his fist. I look out the window to see the full moon shining into my room, causing the shadow of a tree to dance on the floor and on my blanket. Such a nice scene to wake up to... My gaze moves to my bedside to see that I had tubes running in and out of my body, a, steady, soft beeping coming from a machine meant to keep track of my heart. Did they do any surgery yet? I move my arm, happy to only feel a sore muscle. I try to sit up but fall back again as I feel a sharp pain in my abdomen. I move my legs to feel a pulled calf in my left and nothing on my right. At all. I didn't even feel the muscle constrict. I look down to see the blanket flatten to the bed at the mid-shin while my other leg continued. I sigh, already knowing that they had done surgery. I suddenly feel something in my hand and look down to see my baby blanket, clutched rather tightly in my fist. I fight through the pain and turn to my side, pulling the blanket over my frozen shoulders. I pulled my blankie to my chest and tucked it under my chin before falling back to sleep.

In the morning (Sorry for all the time skips)

I open my eyes and sigh. My dad was still in the chair. "Daddy," I whisper and he immediately shoots to wakefulness.

"Astrid!" he cries before running forward and wrapping me in a hug, causing pain to sting my mid-body. I let out a soft grunt as he holds me tight but I hug back tighter. I hear him sob softly as he buries his face in the top of my head. He pulls away and leans our foreheads together. "You have no idea how much I've missed you around the house," he says. 

"I've only been asleep for a few hours. I woke up last night and fell back asleep," I tell him.

"You've been asleep much longer than that. I'm just glad you're finally awake," he finishes and the Nellie Colly lady comes in with her microphone and camera man. My dads about to make them leave but I grab his arm and nod a greeting to the woman. 

"Astrid, can you answer some questions?" Nellie asks. 

"S-sure," I sigh as she shoves the microphone in my face.

"Are you in a lot of pain?" she asks.

"Sore muscles...nothing else," I tell her, not wanting to share what happened to my leg. I currently had my legs crossed so as to hide the lack of the right one.

"How do you feel about being the only survivor of a plane crash?" she questions.

"Shocked, thankful, blessed," I answer.

"Did you feel anything when you got on the plane?"

"No comment," I say curtly.

"How do you feel about loosing your mother?" That question stabbed my heart. 

"I can't believe she's gone," I whimper, tears coming to my eyes, causing the camera man to zoom in on my face. How do I know he was zooming in? The noise is shockingly loud, the gears turning and clicking. My dad wrapped his arms around me and I buried my face in his chest.

"No more questions please," he says and the nurses usher the people out as they protested. He starts to rub my back gently as I soak his shirt in my tears. "She's looking down on us from Valhalla," he tell me gently.

"Key word 'down'," I tell him as I sink out of his arms and bury myself in the blanket of the hospital bed.

***

Heather sat in class with a pleased smirk on her face. Astrid's been gone for three months now. Same with the PE coach, which was kinda odd. Heather has been trying to impress him, since Astrid is gone but he hasn't been here to see her full potential. She and her friends have been enjoying their break from torturing Astrid. They have been trying their hardest to show Astrid the true no-friend-life, but no matter what, she just brushed them off, as if she really didn't give a crap. Heather's smirk turned to a thoughtful frown. She should go for the drama club or something, she thought as flashbacks, of when Astrid pretended to be her friend, came to her mind. She glanced at Ruffnut beside her, and she returned the look. Heather nodded and Ruffnut returned it before writing a note to Calica, and the others, before they all nodded to their new leader. That's when they all raised their hands and the teacher sighed as he saw them. "Don't take as long as last time," he sighs and they nod before walking out of the room and going to the bathroom. Heather crosses her arms, spins to face her friends, and leans against the wall. 

"Where has Astrid been? I'm not done getting revenge," she says and they exchange glances. She knew that look. "If you guys have any updates, you better tell me," she says and Ruffnut smirks before pulling out her phone. They all crowd around as she plays a video from the news. 

"This was yesterday morning. I thought everyone saw it where were you?" she asks Heather before playing the video. 

"I was having my Sunday facial," she replies as the reporter goes into a hospital room.

"I'm Nellie Colly, reporting to you live from Berks Hospital and Health Care Center. Today, we're talking to Astrid Hofferson who has just awoken from a coma, caused by being the only survivor of a plane crash. Miss. Hofferson, can you answer some questions?" Heather gasps as she hears her former friends name and "plane crash" in the same sentence. She gapes as she sees Astrid in a hospital bed, looking horrible and miserable. Coach was there for some reason, staying at her side as if he was the only person she had. What about her parents? Heather asked herself in disgust.
"S-sure," Astrid says from the screen.
"Are you in a lot of pain?" Nellie asks.
"Sore muscles...nothing else," Astrid growls. No need to get hostile with a few harmless questions, Heather thought as she heard Astrid's tone.

"How do you feel about being the only survivor of a plane crash?"

"Shocked, thankful, blessed," Astrid answers, causing Calica to scoff with Heather. How can she feel blessed? She's obviously missing a leg! Such a fake.

"Did you feel anything when you got on the plane?"

"No comment."

"How do you feel about loosing your mother?"

"I can't believe she's gone, thanks for asking," Astrid says sarcastically as the camera zooms in on her face, showing the tears welling in her eyes.

"No more questions please," Coach orders and the video ends.

Heather smirks. "It looks like we have new material," she chuckles evilly before her friends join her and they go back to class. You're gonna be sorry you ever met me, Astrid Hofferson.