No Superheroing Today
(aka "Superheroes who kick together, get sick together!")
The elderly Japanese professor and her assistant began going around the room with the dialogue in Japanese that she wanted them to practice with her. It was twenty past four, and GoGo glanced at the empty chair two rows over with growing concern. Hiro often would slide in a few minutes late, but he rarely ever missed a class all together without letting her know why.
Even before class that day, she noticed the boy genius wasn't at the university's cafe for lunch either. Usually he was there, and they would eat lunch together while having a quick study session before Japanese class. If Hiro did miss it was most likely he got caught up working on something at the lab. Or worse, he and Fred had taken off on another vigilante escapade. Those two, especially when teamed up with Baymax, tend to cause more trouble for themselves than good, it seemed. At least what they did was not something illegal... yet.
The fact Hiro hadn't responded to any of her texts made her all the more suspicious. The last crazy thing she heard about was them making like Ninja Warrior across the top of San Fransokyo's Temple Bridge, to test out the latest improvements on their super suits. That was nohing though, compared to the real danger of a vindictive super villian catching Hiro off guard.
With a huff, GoGo slid her tablet notebook into her backpack and headed quickly out the door. While walking briskly through the building, she pulled out a new piece of gum and chewed it vigorously just to get the grainy, sugary texture out of it. After locating and unlocking her old maglev road bike, she flew in the direction toward the Lucky Cat Cafe. Despite her other concerns, the speed queen had the feeling to check his place first. Just in case.
Naturally, GoGo didn't want to just show up there, by herself, unannounced. Doing that often made Aunt Cass wonder if there was anything wrong, she had learned. Visits like this was another small detail about their superhero past time that they had agreed on… to try and not contact each others families unless it was a real emergency.
GoGo did have a plan, however, and it was going to work. After locking up her bike outside, she stuck her gum on the center of her handlebars(it tended to bother Aunt Cass), and hooked her helmet to her backpack.
Happy hour at the café was on for the 9-to-5ers and the college students preparing for a long night. The deep aroma of dark roast coffee hung heavy in the air. It was no lie; the coffee there was pretty good, if not better than Starbucks. GoGo didn't see Aunt Cass right away, so she gave in to the temptation to get some coffee instead. While waiting for the barista, she checked her phone for any new texts or messages.
"Hey there, GoGo! How are you?" Aunt Cass spotted her first. She had taken the coffee from the barista to give it to her personally.
"Not bad. And you?" GoGo looked up and over to the brunette on the other side of the counter.
"Busy, but things are good," she smiled in return.
GoGo already had scripted next question as to not raise much concern. "Everything going okay for Hiro?"
"Oh.. oh, yes, I guess so. He did come home just before one… looked really tired though." Aunt Cass explained, glancing briefly upstairs.
"Well, Professor Harada said there's a test on Friday, so I wanted to make sure he knew," she explained, holding up her phone. Today was Wednesday, so there was that sense of urgency. "He wasn't answering."
"Oh, thank you! I imagine Hiro probably was asleep. Do you want me to get him?"
"Nah, you look busy. Is it okay if I go up to give him my notes? We can make a quick study session out of it." GoGo stretched the truth a little. She already electronically sent Hiro her notes and the assignment earlier. GoGo just needed the excuse to see him, without the hustle-bustle of the cafe.
"Hm..." Aunt Cass frowned for a moment in thought, as if she knew something was amiss. "I suppose... it is quieter upstairs for studying right now."
"Don't worry, I won't be long," she reassured the aunt before going through the doors to upstairs.
The sounds of a robot anime series battling it out on the flat-screen reached her ears before she came to the top step. GoGo habitually pulled her shoes off and pushed them aside before going further. The living room area was much more messier than she remembered too.
When she spotted the boy wonder, he wasn't watching the show anymore. He was passed out cold, sound asleep on the couch. Hiro was laying on his right side with his arm under his head. Mochi had curled up in a fuzzy ball under his left arm too. The younger Hamada must have been working on something with his tablet notebook on the couch, but it had fallen to the floor. The screen was face up and the detachable keyboard came off.
"Yo, Hiro!" GoGo called out to him. She set her coffee on the counter, then went over to pick up the tablet and keyboard to reassemble it. It flashed back on, and the screen had a series of G's, filling the whole page, or three. There was no doubt now that Hiro fell asleep on it.
"Hey, wake up, nerd boy!" She shook his shoulder.
He finally stirred, sitting up to stretch and rub the tired from his eyes. Mochi quickly jumped off the couch to avoid getting squished. The teen squinted at her, then made a face before shaking his head. Something else appeared to be bothering him, besides her unexpected appearance.
"Wha... Why are you here?" he looked up to her.
GoGo crossed her arms. She was beginning to notice how pale his face looked in contrast with his dark, messy hair. "That's my question, actually. You missed class."
"'Cause.. I'm sick. Head hurts, throat hurts-"
At that moment, she moved closer to him again to place her hands across his forehead and to caress his flushed cheeks. "You're burning up! Did you take any medicine?"
"When I came home..." he sniffled, and seemed to look even more pathetic to milk her sympathy.
"Where's Mr. 'On A Scale From 1 to 10'?" she dropped her hands to look around for Baymax,
"Recharging. But I'm not that sick."
GoGo just gave him a flat stare. "You weren't out all night too?"
"No! I was just... working on stuff," He wasn't looking at her.
"Baka," she muttered under her breath. A college student could only do so much before all of it would catch up with him. Learning how to pace oneself was the first unspoken rule she learned her first year at the university. Heaven only knows where he got that bug from though. Even worse, she most likely got infected with it yesterday, when they happened to kiss for the first time.
"Where's the Advil, or whatever you take?" she stood up to look around, because she felt she had to do something for his fever, in case he hadn't.
He pointed to the bottle of ibuprofen he left on the counter, next to a glass.
"When'd you last take some?" she walked over to get it.
"Eh.. around one."
It's time, GoGo figured. She refilled the glass with more water and took one tablet from the bottle. Then she found a clean hand towel in a drawer and wetted it down with cold water. "Dozo," she insisted in Japanese, holding it out to Hiro.
"Domo."
"There's a written and oral test in Japanese on Friday," she sat down next to him, folding up the damp towel with the intent to put that on his forehead. "Check your messages."
"Hontoni?" He gasped, setting the glass on the coffee table to go over to get the tablet from his backpack by the stairs. Then he snorted after seeing the many times she texted. "Miss me much?"
"Shut up!" Gogo immediately denied it, trying to hide how foolish she felt about how much she was worried about Hiro earlier. The fact he was five years younger than the rest of them at SFIT did bring on a lot of her concern, she had to admit. But this time, it never fully crossed her mind then that he could be sick. What is he doing to me?
Hiro sat down on the couch again, scrolling through the class notes, his sniffling and congestion becoming more obvious, and less desirable to be around. As a result, he wasn't much for words either. She gave him the wet towel, and instead draped it on his neck. He was moving around too much either.
"Okay… I gotta go—" she stood up. It was only because she did have other things to do.
"Matte," he looked up to her. His hand touched her own, warm fingertips hooking around hers. That gesture instantly tugged at her heart.
"Can you stay longer? Just to practice?" Hiro's dark brown eyes connected with her eyes that time, softly pleading.
GoGo knew full well that had to be a bluff, he was practically a natural with the language. What was even more annoying was that he said it must have been from years of watching Japanese anime. Hiro was never really formally taught before, unlike Tadashi.
"Hai, so da yo," GoGo sighed, before sitting back down. She located the blanket to pull it back around Hiro's shoulders. The television however was becoming ever so slightly annoying, so she located the remote to turn it off. This part about staying was wasn't really part of her plan, especially if Aunt Cass expected her to be back down right away. That, and she also had a history report she needed to finish up. At least GoGo didn't have to work that night.
Fortunately, she and Hiro were practicing the strokes for hiragana and kanji on their tablet notebooks when his Aunt did come up the stairs.
"Hi guys, is everything going okay?" Aunt Cass came over to where they were on the couch.
"Yeah, we're good," Hiro turned to look at her. He found no value in the cool, wet hand towel anymore, and left it in a heap on the coffee table.
"Are you feeling okay?" His aunt did notice how much more congested he sounded.
"Just a little sick," he sniffled.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Aunt Cass felt his forehead and then gave him a quick hug.
"Well, it looks like you are still studying," she nodded to the both of them. "Sorry about the mess around here. But help yourself if you want something to eat. Come and get me if you need anything else!" The jovial woman said before turning to jog back downstairs.
"Great, thanks," GoGo responded. Yep, his aunt was getting suspicious. She turned to Hiro, her eyes narrowed. "If she starts asking, you're explaining!"
"Don't worry," Hiro tried to suck back more snot, but ended up wiping at it with the back of his hand. Did he even understand what she was talking about?
"Ugh.. Where's the tissues?" GoGo finally got fedup from all his sniffling.
"Bathroom."
"You need 'em," she got up to go to that room. When GoGo came back out, she tossed the box at Hiro for him to catch.
"Hey, does Aunt Cass have any lemons and ginger?" GoGo walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge. She easily found them, regardless of his response.
"Gonna make a tea that'll really help you too." There was also a small pot conveniently sitting on the drying rack by the sink that she could use. Soon after, the speedster made quick work of slicing the lemons and ginger. The thin slices and juice were dropped into a pot which she covered with water. That was set on the stove to boil.
While waiting for the tea, she decided throwing something together to eat would be good too. There was some day old rice in the cooker, but that would need something else to go with it.
GoGo was about to ask when she spotted a case of gourmet-style ramen noodles on top of the refrigerator. While she could cook, she didn't want to mess with anything elaborate in a strange kitchen.
"Perfect," she kicked the step stool in place to grab a couple packages. The Korean looked in the fridge again for any green onions and other veggies to chop up and add to it. She took an egg to throw into the soup too. In less than five minutes, she had all the ingredients for the noodles in another pot she found, boiling away.
GoGo grabbed a mug from the rack on the counter, and filled it with the aromatic lemon-ginger tea. She stirred in some honey for the tea, then turned the heat off from the noodles. Determined to make this in one trip, she carried a potholder, chopsticks, and the mug in one hand, the pot of ramen soup in the other, and a bottle of Sriracha sauce under her chin.
Hiro just stared at her in disbelief as she came over. "You need hel—"
"Here, drink," GoGo gave him the mug, her hands still full of everything else. She put the potholder on the coffee table before setting the hot pot on it.
"Thanks," Hiro held the mug with both hands in front of him. It was so steamy hot though, he didn't dare take a sip yet.
She gave him a set of chopsticks too, so he had to set the mug down.
"You like it spicy?" She asked while opening the top of the Sriracha bottle to squirt some into the noodles. Kimchi flavor ramyun was much better than Sriracha, but she can't really complain at this point.
"Yeah, but... I'm not that hungry," he loosely held the chopsticks before setting them down.
"You sure?" GoGo looked at him, dubious. She did remember him telling her how much he loved ramen noodles.
"My stomach kinda hurts."
"Did you eat anything for lunch?" She asked after slurping a few noodles.
"Not much."
"Could be from all the ibuprofen you've been taking." She pointed to his tea, "Drink more of that, it'll help."
He took a sip, grimacing from the bitterness going over his sore throat.
"Here," she had some noodles wrapped around her chopsticks to stick in his mouth. Yep, it was completely a moot point to worry about germs now.
GoGo then plucked a thin slice of ginger with her chopsticks out of his tea and offered it to Hiro. Hopefully she wasn't acting too much like her Korean step-mom, mothering him out of sympathy.
"No... That's okay. Don't like ginger, really," Hiro pushed her arm aside.
"Keep drinking it," Gogo put the mug back in his hands.
He winced again after another sip, and she noticed.
Gogo got up to get the bottle of honey, and also a bowl of rice while she was over there.
"To make the tea sweeter," she gave Hiro the honey for his tea. He popped the lid to squeeze a lot more in.
As he did, she pinched a clump of sticky rice with her chopsticks and stuck in front of him to eat too, "Bap-eul tabete."
"Bop?" He questioned, now chewing it.
GoGo clicked her tongue. That was her current problem, she often would get Korean mixed up with Japanese terms. "Gohan. Bap's Korean for rice."
Hiro nodded. He picked up his chopsticks and ate another small bite of rice.
"Remember what I brought for lunch the other day? Even though it looked like a sushi roll, in Korean it's called 'kimbap' – rice wrapped in seaweed." GoGo explained further, before slurping a couple more mouthfuls of noodles.
"How'd you learn Korean?" Hiro finally asked. This prompt also pleasantly surprised her, since he usually doesn't many ask questions about her background.
"My foster mom's Korean," she said in between slurps of noodle. "Foster dad is an American, and ex-Marine. He used to also be a linguist in South Korea."
"Did you know it before?" He ate a little more rice before setting down his chopsticks.
"Not really, but I'm still working on being more fluent," she said in-between bites of noodles.
"So you're able to understand a lot?"
"Enough to watch Korean dramas," she smirked, as he had said the same about anime. "The grammar in Korean is about the same as Japanese."
"Did you ever get to go to Korea with them?" he glanced at her again. Another intriguing question.
"Once. It was different, but I'd go again if I could."
"Cool..." he mused, drinking more from the mug before sitting back on the couch. There was another long stretch of silence.
"If you don't feel good, just go to bed. I'll clean up," GoGo looked back to him.
Hiro just answered that with a sneeze into his elbow. He found the tissue box in his face, her way of telling him to blow his nose again. He did not say anything about what she said after tossing aside the tissues, but he didn't make any effort to get up.
GoGo sat back next to Hiro on the couch. She looked over, pushed aside his long bangs to touch his forehead, then trailed her fingers down the side of his cheek. He wasn't as hot as before, but still warm. "You still don't want me to go."
Hiro nodded yes, closing his eyes and leaning in to rest his head on her shoulder. His arm wrapped around hers, as his hand attempted to hold hers.
GoGo groaned and pushed him away, just to tease him. She did wonder if he actually felt worse than he let on. "I gotta clean up, and then I have a paper to write. Looks like I'll have to do it here." She picked up the pot, chopsticks, and bowl to take back to the sink.
It was past 8 o'clock when GoGo heard Aunt Cass coming up the stairs again. Her notebook was balanced on her lap while Hiro had slept soundly on her shoulder.
"Still here?" She sounded more surprised than welcoming this time when the brunette approached them.
"Unfortunately, yes. Just getting ready to go now," GoGo tried to wake Hiro a little before she got up from their comfortable position. "He's not getting any better, though,"
Hiro groggily sat up, their voices having awoken him.
"I see. Well, let me check his temperature," Aunt Cass grabbed a temporal scanner from a basket in a cabinet in the kitchen. "Did you have anything to eat? I'm sorry if his being sick had kept you!"
"It's okay," she shrugged, packing everything. "I made some noodles, but Hiro wasn't hungry."
"101.2 degrees," Aunt Cass looked at the read-out, still sitting by Hiro on the couch. "It's probably the flu. When was the last time—"
"5 o'clock," Hiro muttered.
"Okay. But you still need to go to bed," Aunt Cass urged him on. "I'll bring up more medicine."
"I'll see you guys," GoGo was tugging her shoes back on before leaving.
"Thank you, GoGo," she called out to her, "Have a safe ride home!"
A specific sound of gastric distress had alerted the healthcare companion's audio sensors. Baymax inflated, and detected that he was in the dark bedroom area of the young teen, Hiro Hamada.
The healthcare robot heard the sound of gagging again, followed by sloshing into a water basin, coming from the bathroom in that area.
Baymax stepped off his charging base and carefully walked around some clutter on the floor in the dark room toward the bathroom. The light was not on in the bathroom either. Hiro must have been in a hurry.
He turned on the light while at the same time scanning the teenager kneeling on the floor by the toilet.
"Baymax..." Hiro acknowledged him, weakly. He flushed the toilet and sat back against the bathtub.
"My analysis indicates that you have been vomiting, Hiro," Baymax stepped closer to him. He ran a finger across Hero's forehead, from temple to temple. "You have a temperature of.. 103.8. My analysis indicates that you have.. influenza."
"Great..."
"Have you taken a fever-reducer, Hiro? I detect very low traces of.. ibuprofen in your blood stream."
"Can't.. keep it down," Hiro gulped as he fought off a wave of nausea.
"Ibuprofen can further upset the stomach when taken without food. I am capable of administering this medicine intramuscularly."
Hiro gave him a mixed look of concern, eyeing the robot's inoculator now extending from his finger. The instrument was added due to Hiro's distaste toward needles, but he really wasn't too keen about either.
"Do not worry. You will only feel a pinch."
Hiro sighed before reluctantly pulling up his sleeve. But first, he had to visit with the toilet again, which did not bring up too much now.
"You are becoming dehydrated, Hiro," Baymax became more concerned with his condition. The medical bot was not equipped with anything to eliminate the vomiting all together, but he was determined to do anything to help alleviate it.
After Hiro sat back down, Baymax knelt behind him to embrace the sick teenager.
Hiro wrapped one of his arms under the robot's inflatable arms in response. Baymax became aware of Hiro's body trembling, most likely from the chills as a result of his high fever. He also detected increased levels of cortisol in Hiro, indicating that he must be feeling scared from the illness. "There, there. Deep breaths."
Even though Hiro's body temperature was high, Baymax decided to turn on his thermal heaters, to help control the shaking. He only had on a t-shirt and pajama flannels, which weren't very insulating.
"May I administer the fever-reducer now?"
Hiro nodded, still engulfed within the billowy vinyl folds. He gripped Baymax's arm tighter momentarily as the drug was transfused into his arm.
"Please try to rest, Hiro," With the fever addressed, Baymax began going through his internal checklist of requirements for gastritis. "If you do not vomit again after.. ten minutes, I will start you on liquids."
Hiro said nothing that time. Baymax monitored his respiratory rate and pulse. It was beginning to drop as Hiro became more relaxed. The trembling gradually subsided as well.
"My analysis indicates that your symptoms have alleviated. I will get the liquids." He stood up, and gripped the boy's arm to lift him to his feet.
"I will return you to your bed," Baymax explained as he ushered Hiro from the bathroom.
The kitchen was his next destination to obtain liquids. However, this knowledge presented a conflict in his programming. Aunt Cass had ordered him to stay out of the kitchen. She simply did not feel comfortable with the idea of the inflatable medical bot so close to the open flame of the stove or her sharp knives. Baymax did not tell her he had experienced far worse dangers, only because Hiro firmly ordered him to not to after their first ever adventure.
The refrigerator, however, was not located within the perimeters of the kitchen area, that had the stove and the knives. He had observed earlier that this appliance was a very good source for obtaining a variety of liquids. Although, now Baymax required a container in which to put the liquids.
Those were kept in the kitchen area, however. And this point, Baymax noticed a light coming from Aunt Cass's bedroom. This may mean she was still awake. Perhaps he could ask her for help.
"Aunt Cass, may I request your assistance?" Baymax appeared in her bedroom doorway.
She was sitting in her bed, dressed in sweats, and reading her e-book. The look she gave him was anything short of surprised. "Oh no... What happened?"
"Hiro has influenza. He has been vomiting, frequently, and now—" Baymax started, only to have Aunt Cass interrupt.
"Oh my! Does he need help to clean up?" She had jumped out of bed, going toward her bathroom to get some cleaning supplies.
Baymax just looking at her oddly, wondering what the cleanliness of Hiro's room had to do with his illness. "I do not understand."
"Oh, ah… did Hiro throw up on the floor?" Aunt Cass rephrased her question.
"No." Baymax still thought that was a strange thing to be concerned about. Hopefully Aunt Cass may understand more clearly if he could explain. "I have concerns about Hiro's health. He will need liquids."
"Oh yes, of course," Aunt Cass briefly smiled, apparently not used to this idea of conversing with a nearly life-like robot yet. "Well, I'll still bring this. And some Emetrol." She did pick up a bucket from the supply closet, and in the same motion grabbed a bottle from her medicine cabinet.
"May I request your assistance obtaining liquids from the kitchen, Aunt Cass," Baymax decidedly asked her again.
She momentarily appeared confused about that prompt, and then seemed to realize why he was asking her for help. "Oh yes, yes… you are not allowed in the kitchen. I'll get Hiro something to drink."
He followed her back over to the kitchen area, pausing momentarily as she turned on a couple lights to better see the place. Once she filled a glass with ice and filtered water from the fridge, they were on their way back upstairs. Baymax filled her in on what he had done for Hiro so far.
They found Hiro sitting in the bathroom again. He was against the bathtub, his forehead resting on his arms and elbows on his knees.
"Oh, sweetie... it'll be okay," Aunt Cass sat next to Hiro, putting her arm around his shoulders. "Let me give you some of this too," She also offered the anti-nausea medicine in a dose cup.
Hiro frowned at it, but he was desperate to stop the puking. Before she started fawning all over him too, he made an effort to stand up to get back to bed. "It's okay, I'm..I got it," Aunt Cass still guided him over.
Baymax fluffed up the pillows for him, while watching Aunt Cass look for a sweat shirt.
"Here," His aunt popped the warmer garment over his head, despite his grumbling. She only paused long enough for him to push his arms through the sleeves, before urging him into bed.
"Try to get some sleep, sweetie." Aunt Cass spoke softly. She gestured to the bucket on the floor by the bed. "But just in case.. Okay? Just get more rest," she put a hand to his cheek to reassure her nephew, instead of kissing him.
He just nodded, his eyes closed.
"Baymax wants you to sip on this too, just a little at a time. It'll help," she added, setting the glass of ice water on the bookcase by his bed.
"I am able to monitor his condition, if you require sleep, Aunt Cass," Baymax offered.
"Okay... thank you. But if you do need anything else, let me know " she responded, modestly, before turning to go back downstairs. "Good night!"
Hiro sat up a little more in bed, trying to get comfortable. He glanced at Baymax, then at the glass of water Baymax presented to him. "Thanks…" he whispered, in between the nurse bot's offered sips.
"Are you feeling better?" Baymax asked. Hero had tweaked the programming on this, so that Baymax would ask this monitoring question first before concluding to the next prompt, 'Are you satisfied with my care?' The later just felt too sudden and anxiety inducing if the patient wasn't truly ready.
Hiro shook his head no. "Stay.. with me," he told his faithful robot, before sinking back into his pillows.
Hiro's fitful slumber was broken by the sharp bleeping of his morning alarm. He groaned, waving his hand trying to find it, but then it stopped by itself. Or did it?
"Good morning, Hiro," Baymax greeted, setting the alarm clock back down on his bookcase. "Are you feeling better?"
"Ugh… no," he rolled to his back. There were aches all over, from the flu, from the puking, and maybe even from also sleeping in the wrong position. His mouth and throat felt so dry. The teen struggled to sit up and reach for the glass of water.
After a couple of gulps of water, Baymax approached him to check his temperature again with his temporal scanner thermometer. If Tadashi knew just how much of a guinea pig I would be for his healthcare robot...
"You have a temperature of .. 100.6," Baymax reported.
Hiro winced slightly, his stomach starting to ache a little again. He could ride that out though. "I should be okay, Baymax."
"Your backpack is making noises," Baymax noticed the chirps and buzzes coming from his tablet in the backpack by the stairs.
"Probably the others," Hiro thought, now trying to not feel guilty about the what-ifs. "Okay.. I'm satisfied with my care."
Baymax nodded to him, before stepping over to his case to deflate and recharge.
Hiro willed himself up to get his tablet and see who it was. He just remembered it was Thursday morning. On Thursdays, his Nerd Lab friends would meet at Fred's for super-suit sparring practice. Not this time…
He figured it was GoGo checking on him. To his surprise, the first couple of texts were from Fred instead, through their closed-chat channel.
[Fredzilla25] I hate to say this, but there's NO SUPERHEROING TODAY, man. Sorry guys! Just, really feel like.. something the Hulk pulverized right now. :p
[Wasup_B] Oh, sorry to hear about that. Get well soon!
[GoGoTomago] Why does this not surprise me…
[Fredzilla25] ?
[Fredzilla25] Is Hero sick too?
[HoneeLemonz] Oh no guys! I'm so sorry to hear you're sick! Get better soon too!
[Wasup_B] Hiro hasn't responded yet… he might be. (Now I know how I will be spending my morning… disinfecting the lab!)
Private [GoGoTomago] Yo, Hiro!
Private [GoGoTomago] Are you any better?
Private [Fredzilla25] Hey buddy, just checking to see how you are. Are you sick too?
Private [Fredzilla25] Could I borrow Baymax? I promise I'll disinfect him after.
A smile crept across Hiro's face, realizing their concern, and more significantly, Fred's plight. The level of contagion still worried him though, especially in regard for GoGo. He didn't think this flu bug was going to get that bad, yesterday.
Private [BHero6] to [Fredzilla25] Totally-blowing-chunks sick. :X
[Fredzilla25] Sorry about that, man...
[BHero6] No Baymax.
[Fredzilla25] Awwww… :[
[BHero6] I'm staying home today too.
Private [BHero6] to [GoGoTomago] Yo!
[BHero6] After puking all night… I'm finally feeling a little better.
[GoGoTomago] Great, something to look forward to...
[BHero6] I really don't like ginger now.
[GoGoTomago] Too bad. :P
[BHero6] (ಠ_ಠ)
[GoGoTomago] (¬_¬)
[BHero6] I'll let you have Baymax. ( ﾟヮﾟ)
[GoGoTomago] Gee… thanks.
[BHero6] (￣ー￣)
[BHero6] Where do you live again...?
"Hey, are you feeling better?" Aunt Cass's voice gave him a start as she came up the stairs. He closed the cover on his tablet, setting it aside.
"Yeah, I guess," Hiro shrugged. "Not going to class today though."
"That's understandable. Did you tell the others, this time?" she sat on the bed next to him.
"Yeah," Hiro bit his lip, catching her hint.
"Good," Aunt Cass gave him a glass of apple juice. "I brought some juice for you too. Get more rest."
"Thanks."
"I'll be down in the cafe if you need anything, sweetie," she got up to leave.
"Okay," Hiro gripped the tablet, waiting for her to be out of sight before turning it back on.
Disclaimers: Big Hero 6 is property of Disney and Marvel, by design. Also, all healthcare methods as described in this fic are case-by case. What may work for one person may not for another, so please consult your own healthcare professional for their best advice on care. *nod*nods*
AN: Gotta love that time of year, cause I sure don't! Fortunately I have an immune system of steel and I manage to dodge the worse of these bugs. One of the pleasant side effects from working with lots of kids, I guess. (I will say it was totally cute in our preschool age TKD class today when one of the boys started telling me he saw Big Hero 6 four times, and Baymax was his favorite. XD)
This random oneshot came as another plotbunny I could not really fit into my main BH6 fic. Totally up to you to decide who "wins" the care giving contest. Hah!
The language class came from my old days in college, when I used to study Japanese too. Thought it would work so well in this story as a detail to get this pairing to open up. More of that background is featured in my main story 'Tenets of Life'.
Also, I got the emoji from this website on the web (just take out all the spaces in between to make the link active) : / emoji4u. blogspot 2011 /12 /world-of-emoji-p. html