Tadashi's Sistah

by WinnieTherPooh

A freak burn case in San Fransokyo leaves doctors scrambling for a solution, a solution that only an expert chemist can provide, and everybody knows that the best chemist in town is Honey Lemon. But Honey has questions of her own for this case- who is this patient that looks familiar, yet acts like a stranger? Ships: Tomago, Tadahoney. Tadashi Lives AU

4. Chapter 4

So sorry for the long delay guys! Life got really crazy, and I lost my groove for this fic. A dear friend bumped me out of it, and so here you are. Expect several chapters (pre-written) over the next few weeks. I really really appreciate all the review and follows. =D Also, forgive my lack of medical knowledge.

Honey found it hard not to tell GoGo about Tadashi. She had been so close to him, poor thing, and Honey knew he was alive, and couldn't say anything. And Hiro. Poor guy. Honey hadn't really seen him for weeks, not unless a quick stop with cookies counted. Aunt Cass had just shrugged helplessly when Hiro wouldn't come downstairs.

At least Wasabi knew, and that was one weight off her chest. He kept checking up on her, bringing her cookies, and sometimes even flowers.

One afternoon after coming by with a frozen pizza for supper, Wasabi hung around. "Hey, Honey, would you mind telling me what's going on with Tadashi? How did he survive the fire?"

Honey sat down at her kitchen table, and stared at her nails. "He's burned, very badly. After the fire, his body is rejecting all the medicines we have, so we can't relieve the pain or get rid of the bacteria." Honey blinked hard a few times. "He's still in a coma, so obviously he can't talk. But he always looks like he's in pain, and there is nothing I can do about it."

"Hey girl, you're helping him just by being there." Wasabi sat down next to her, and put his hand gently on her shoulder. "

"But I should be doing more." Honey cried. "What if he wakes up and I am not there? What if nobody is there? What if he doesn't wake up, Wasabi, and it is my fault for not helping him?"

Wasabi offered a quick prayer, and then rubbed Honey's back gently. "You are helping him, Honey, I told you that. What can you do to help him?"

"I don't know." Honey wiped her eyes. "I've been trying to help in the lab, but I just can't find a solution."

"And will sitting at your kitchen table crying help you with a solution?" Wasabi asked, standing up and stretching.

"N-no." Honey stammered, knowing where this was headed. "I suppose that I could go over there now, and do my homework in his room, and then maybe try more in the lab?"

"You rock, girlie." Wasabi gave her a fist bump. "I'll drive you over." Grabbing the pizza, he headed to the door. "Hopefully they have a microwave or something."