Okay ch2 is here! I'm on a role again with writing lol.

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CH.2

Hiro stared up at the boring beige colored ceiling. With a long exhale his eyes shifted over to the window in the room. The curtains were open and light was streaming in everywhere. When he listened closely he could hear birds chirping and the sounds of the city. Grumbling slightly he turned his head to the side, away from the window.

He didn't care what it looked like outside anyways.

Why should he care what's going outside when he couldn't enjoy any of it? When he was trapped in the same boring old room everyday what was the point in see what was going on out there? Hiro found it to be pointless to care about those things after a while.

Suddenly the door opened and Hiro saw a woman wearing scrubs walk in. It was one of the nurses who usually came to check on him at this time. She walked into the room and gave a smile as she looked over the status on the medical equipment. "How are you doing right now?"

Hiro sighed as she shifted his eyes away from the nurse. He didn't feel like answering that. He just wanted to be left alone, but he knew that couldn't be the case given his circumstance.

The nurses smile faded a little as she looked over at Hiro. "Is there… anything I can get for you? Need something or drink or anything?"

While still looking away Hiro replied. "I'm fine…"

"Well it's almost lunchtime so I'll be back later to see what food you want, okay?"

"Sure…" Hiro muttered, his eyes eyes glancing over at the window. "Do… you think you can close the curtains though?"

"Oh, you want them closed?" the nurse asked as she walked over to the window.

"Yeah…"

"All right, if that's what you want," the nurse said as she pulled the curtains closed.

The light from outside was blocked and now the room felt a little bit darker. Hiro sighed as he stared back up at the ceiling again, without even thanking the nurse. The nurse stood there though, looking over at the young boy. After seeing that he was not in a talking mood she walked towards the door leading out.

"If that's all then I guess I'll be going for now," the nurse said before she left the room.

As soon as she had left Hiro had thought about her asking her certain questions… but he knew it was pointless to ask. No one there was giving him the answers he wanted to know. He had been in the hospital now for a week and a half, and no one seemed to care to tell him what had happened that night.

Hiro gently ran his fingers over his bandaged arms. They were a bit annoying to Hiro but the bandages were meant to help things heal better and not run the risk of further damage. He continued to run his fingers over his arms as he tired to remember back to that night. He remembered talking with Tadashi about something… and then there was the building. It was on fire and… and...Tadashi…

Hiro began to shake slightly as he remembered vaguely what had happened. Tadashi had run into the burning building… and he had started to follow...but everything after that was blurred out and Hiro couldn't recall anything. Though he knew what had happened… it was hard to ignore his arms and hands. The doctors said that he also had small concussion from colliding with the ground… but that wasn't something noticeable like his arms. There was still pain, but it wasn't as bad as it had been the first few days, though that was probably due to the pain medication.

Still… no one would tell him what happened to Tadashi. No one would tell him anything that happened that night. And that's what made him the most worried. He just wanted to know where his brother was and if he was okay. But he was just stuck there in the hospital with nothing to do. Sure he could watch some tv or something… but he just didn't feel like doing any of that. He had no energy to do anything beside stare off into space and think about what had happened. He couldn't go moving around his room to much… the oxygen tube in his nose could only go so far. So he was pretty much stuck in bed except for the times he would need to take it off...like having to go to the bathroom or something else like that.

While he was lost in his thoughts the door opened again. This time though it wasn't a doctor or a nurse… it was Aunt Cass. Finally. Maybe now he could finally get some answers. Though once she approached the bed, Hiro could clearly see her expression. And it made his chest feel tight and a bit uneasy. Never before could remember Aunt Cass looking so distraught or depressed before. She had always been fun and energetic, and stern when she was upset at him, but this was something else.

Without any words Aunt Cass leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Hiro. With her being so close, he could hear her shaky breath, she seemed to really be shaken up by something.

"A-Aunt Cass?" Hiro asked.

Aunt Cass quickly pulled back from the abrupt hug and stood up straight. "Sorry! I'm just so happy to see that you are doing so much better."

Hiro was half tempted to scoff, but kept his thoughts to himself. "So much better… that's an understatement…"

After a few seconds he realized he hadn't actually said anything to Aunt Cass. Though he didn't say his exact thoughts, he said something that he felt was close enough. "Yeah… I guess."

Aunt Cass's shoulders slumped slightly as she went to go pull up a chair to the side of the bed, and Hiro decided to sit up straight in bed. Once she did she took in a deep breath and let out one long exhale. She stared at Hiro again with those same sad eyes. Hiro really started to wonder what she was so upset about… was it about him? Or was it something that happened while he was stuck in the hospital?

"Hiro…" Aunt Cass started as she cleared her throat. "There are… some things we need to talk about."

Hiro's gut tighten a little. Having Aunt Cass in front of him saying those words worried him far more than he let on. "What is it? Where is… Where's…" Hiro was too afraid to finish his own sentence as his heart started to pound against his chest.

Lowered his head she stared down at the floor. "Hiro… It's hard to say this, but Tadashi… he…"

The next few words were the words that Hiro had dreaded. The words he never wanted to hear.

"Tadashi… he… he didn't make it out of the building. With the fire and explosion…" Aunt Cass tried to explain, but the words were just too hard for her to get out.

Hiro didn't need to hear any more though. He understood exactly what she meant.

Tadashi was dead. His older brother had died.

"Neither him or Mr. Callaghan… the fireman couldn't find anything after..." Aunt Cass choked over her words as tears began to stream down her face.

Hiro really didn't want hear anymore… but he knew he should. Though now his heart had started to ache and everything started to feel hundred times worse than it ever did before.

"What's… happened? How much have I… missed?" Hiro finally asked.

Taking in a deep breath Aunt Cass looked back at Hiro. "There was a memorial set up outside of the building, for both Tadashi and Mr. Callaghan. And several days ago...t-the funeral was held."

Hiro seemed a little surprised. Why had it taken a week and a half for him to get this information? Why wouldn't anyone tell him before? Surely the nurses knew or someone. Why did he have to wait so long to learn all of this?"

"Why didn't...I… Why didn't anyone tell me…" Hiro muttered as he slumped back down into the bed.

"I'm so sorry Hiro. I wanted to tell you. I wanted you by my side at the funeral… as you know… a family thing, but the doctors couldn't let you leave. The first few days… you were so out of it and there was so much attentioned needed."

Hiro groaned as he closed his eyes. He could barely even remember the first half of the week since he came to the hospital. He had been in so much pain that he needed a lot of medication to try to counter it, and that caused him to pretty much be in a daze until things calmed down a bit. But he still couldn't believe it. He had missed so much...even though what he missed was something he didn't want to happen. His brother had died and there was a memorial and a funeral already held in the time he was stuck sitting around having doctors check over him. He had been stuck there all alone, not knowing anything that had gone on outside.

But what was bothering him most was the main fact that Tadashi was dead.

"Hiro? Are… Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?" Aunt Cass asked. She was just trying to be the best she could right now for Hiro. She was still suffering from the loss of one of her nephews, and she didn't want to lose the other. She slowly reached forward and gently placed a hand on Hiro's shoulder.

He immediately pulled away from his aunt and turned onto his side, facing away from her entirely.

"Hiro?" Aunt Cass asked again.

No response came from the boy. He could no longer find the words to speak anymore. He didn't even want to talk anymore. He couldn't find any reason to talk about anything anymore.

"Hiro… I know this is a lot to take in...but I.. uh…" Aunt Cass started to say, but couldn't seem to figure out what exactly she had wanted to say.

Hiro grumbled and pulled the bed sheet over his head, hoping that would give the indicated that he wanted to be left alone. He didn't move or take off the sheet for a little while, and soon he heard a long sigh from Aunt Cass. He heard the chair being pushed back and figured Aunt Cass was standing.

"I'm sorry… I guess you just need some time alone after hearing that. I… I understand. I'll be visiting more often now though, now that you are better than before. I don't know when, but I hope you can come home soon. I do have this though… it was found outside of the building near where the paramedics found you. I thought… you may want to have it."

She placed the object down and waited for a moment to see if Hiro would respond, but he didn't say anything or move at all. He stayed perfectly still, buried under the sheet. With a heavy heart Aunt Cass turned and left the room.

As soon as Hiro heard the door close, he let out the sob he had been holding in the entire time. Tightly gripping the bed sheet Hiro let the tears stream down his face. He hated everything so much right now. Tadashi… his older brother and best friend… was dead. His brother was dead from the fire yet he survived...and Hiro couldn't stand that.

"Why did Tadashi have to die, but I just get burns and a small concussion? It's… It's not fair…" Hiro muttered aloud as his voice cracked from his sobs. Hiro slowly turned onto his other side and saw what Aunt Cass had left him.

Tadashi's hat.

The last thing he had from that night...from his brother… was his hat.

Hiro slowly reached forward and grabbed the hat. He held it close to his chest and let more tears stream down his face. There was a great pain in his heart that had formed and wouldn't leave. As he cried over the loss of his brother he recalled what one of the last things Aunt Cass had said before she had left.

"I don't know when, but I hope you can come home soon."

Hiro grumbled as a mix of a sob and a frustrated sigh came out. He knew he was alone in his room, but he still felt like expressing his words out loud. "Wh-why would I want to go home!? What's the point? T-Tadashi...he's g-gone… I don't see why… I would want to go home. It's … so unfair…"

And that ends that. Hope I did get good to get those feelings across. I tried my best and I can't wait to write more! Let me know what you guys think and I'll see you next time.