Hiro sat in the bathroom holding the box-cutter up to his arm, wondering whether or not to keep slashing his arms up, or cut his losses before he gets another infection, and has to deal with Baymax. Damn robot, always noticing the "moderately infected lacerations" across his arms and thighs.

I should just use the box-cutter to cut up the robot so it can't inflate... No. It's all you have left to remember him. Tadashi.

Screw him, for running into his own demise. He could have stopped him, but he just didn't.

It's because you couldn't work up the courage, because you are WEAK.

When Hiro woke up, he went straight to the computer to look for bot fights. Tonight he could make some money, because money can make everybody happy, Right?

He stood up, and proceeded to trip, "WHOAH!" *Thud... Hissssss* ...Baymax.

The plump white marshmallow machine waddled over to Hiro and stood above him.

"I was activated by a sound of distress. It seems you have fallen, are you hurt?"

"No, Baymax. I just fell."

"On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your pain?"

"Zero! I'm fine."

"I am going to scan you."

"No, that's-"

"Scan complete, you have not suffered any injury, but it seems the previously infected lacerations have now healed, after stitching and anti-biotics. There are also some more recent lacerations across both your arms and thighs. How are you getting these lacerations, Hiro? Are you getting in any sort of combat?"

"No, Baymax. I said I'm fine! Just shrink back down!"

"How did you get those lacerations, Hiro?"

"It was Mochi! Just shrink already!"

"Those lacerations are far too deep to be from a common house cat such as Mochi."

"Weedwacker accident!"

"Your neural transmissions indicate that your statements so far have been false."

"WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY THEN?!"

"...The truth, Hiro."

Hiro began to cry, he didn't want to admit what he'd done to himself, but no other choice was available.

"It was me... I did it to myself... There. ARE YOU HAPPY?!"

"What reason would you have to do this?"

"It was all I could do. I- I was just numb."

The robot began to download various files off the internet, and in a matter of seconds, he had downloaded a database on self harm.

"I have now downloaded a database on self injury. It helps to have others to help you through this tough time of your life. I have informed your friends of the situation, they will receive the message soon."

No. Now they all know. How will you be able to even look them in the eye? Oh god.

I'm screwed.