Fooooom! Heat engulfed his senses. Tadashi slammed into the floor, ears ringing and eyesight filled with spots of red. What had just happened? His brother had been pulling at his sleeve, running, heat, coughing… everything flashed before his eyes in a moment, so fast that he barely understood what was going on. He wasn't sure about all of it. The only thing that he knew for certain was that he had left his little brother outside and alone, and that he wasn't going to make it back. Despite the promises they had made in the past after their parents died; about them staying together through it all- Tadashi knew with horrid certainty that he wasn't coming back from this. He wouldn't be able to protect Hiro anymore. He wasn't sure he was okay with that.
Tadashi coughed violently, chest spasming and the taste of soot in his mouth. Tears leaked out of his eyes and he felt like throwing up. Was he sick or something? Oh. Smoke. Right. Tadashi groggily opened his brown eyes, not having realized that he'd even closed them. He was so tired… With the smoke, fire, and his blurry vision, he could barely see anything but flashes gray, orange, and red. Still, he couldn't just sit there. He needed to get to Hiro. Even if he never managed it, he would die trying. He was not about to abandon his little brother because of this.
Shifting slowly, Tadashi tried to get off of the floor, nearly screaming as he peeled the back of his head away from the marble. A massive headache assaulted him and he threw up. Gasping hoarsely, he felt something wet trickling down from his skull. Without having to feel, he knew what it was. Blood, and probably lots of it. No wonder he was feeling light headed… what was he supposed to be doing? For one scary second, he couldn't remember, but then a faint, screaming voice outside alerted his senses. Hiro. He had to get to Hiro. His baby brother needed him.
Unable to stand, Tadashi dragged himself slowly across the floor, all of his senses protesting. He had to stop to cough again, the fit bringing him back down to press his forehead to the marble. While not the best, the stone was surprisingly cooler than anything else in the room. Tadashi wanted to stay there and fall asleep. He was so exhausted and felt sick. Didn't Aunt Cass make him lie down whenever he was sick? Maybe he should. He felt like he needed to do something first though. What was it? Was Hiro off bot fighting again? He needed to find him, right? He really didn't want to go, but if Hiro needed him, he guessed he'd give it a shot.
Chest heaving, Tadashi tried to prop himself up again. He only made it a few inches before he collapsed. It looked like Aunt Cass would have to get Hiro this time. He was too tired. He felt like he couldn't breathe.
'Sorry Hiro, I… won't be there this time. Maybe… some other time, yeah?' he thought, only vaguely realizing what was going on, 'Hiro… I'm so sorry… Hir… o...'
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I blame my creative writing class.