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PLEASE DON'T KILL MEEEEEEE! *runs away from random flying chair*

Okay, okay. I know I haven't been updating for a few days *cough cough* months *cough* but I'm back to continue the story. (_) gome... (That means 'sorry' in Romaji. 'I'm sorry' is mainly said as 'gomenesai' (Romaji is a form of Japanese; it practically is, just using English letters to pronounce it).

I'm so sorry (lel sorry... XD). I'm getting sidetracked.

-Mari's P.O.V. (I swear I'll get tired of putting this in, but I probably won't! XP)-

It was 6:00, thirty minutes after college finished. Everyone had gone home, except for a few students who were around two years older than me, and, of course, me.

I calmly walked over the small light-blue bridge, situated on SFIT grounds. I sat down on a wooden bench, under a huge cherry blossom tree, and overlooked the calm river that I had just crossed over.

A soft gust of wind flowed around me. A little pink cherry blossom broke free from the tree above, and as soon as the flower entered my line of sight, I caught it swiftly, but gently.

The blossom was beautifully shaped, the five distinctive petals exact. The tiny filaments were accurately crafted, each topped with precise anthers (A/N: Sorry if I'm going a bit too in depth here). I smiled gently at the sweet flower.

However, another more heavy gust of wind blew the flower right out my hands, and I watched it tumble ungracefully in the air, before it landed softy in the river. The now rough waters overlapped the cherry blossom, submerging it completely, and that was the last I saw of it.

The wind picked up. A lot. To me, it seemed to billow at 120kph. Rain started falling out of dark clouds, which resembled cumulus heavily. Fork lightning lit up the city, which was followed by a tremendously loud clap of thunder. This could only mean one thing.

Storm.

And home just has to be three kilometres away. These are some of the downfalls of living in San Fransokyo, is it not?

I began to run in the direction of home. I was halfway there, and then, the heavens burst open with tonnes of pouring rain, which filled up the gutters and created puddles as quick as the lightning the same ferocious storm produced. I turned a corner, and fell, due to the slippery tiled entrance of a book shop, and landed straight into a deep huge puddle. And now, I was fully drenched.

By the time I reached the cafe, I was cold, wet, hungry, and tired. My clothes were completely soaked, and were allowing huge amounts of water to escape.

I entered through the back door, and sighed in relief as I knew I could only dry here. After a brief few moments of regaining my strength, I was able to climb up the first set of stairs.

As soon as I reached the first floor (finally), Aunt Cass ran over to greet me, but then soon noticed my exhausted, hunched over, soaking form.

"Mari? Why are you soaking wet? You can get ill that way!" Aunt Cass shouted.

"Sorry Aunt Cass.." I mumbled, not able to look my step-aunt in the eye.

"Don't 'sorry Aunt Cass' me! Did you bother to use the bus to get home?"

"...No." I said finally.

Aunt Cass sighed softly, but it seemed to have a hint of frustration. "Next time this happens, use some other form of transport besides walking, for your own health."

"I'll try, but trust me, you can count on that not to happen." I said.

"Mari..." Aunt Cass spoke warningly.

"Okay. I will."

"That's better. Now please change into some dry clothes quickly, and ask Baymax to see to you."

"Yes, Aunt Cass."

I climbed up the second slight of stairs with all my strength, and pushed my way through the open doorway. I leant my back against the wall, and placed a cold hand over my forehead, try to stop myself from collapsing. That didn't work, and I sunk to the floor fast.

"Woah, what happened to you?" asked a slightly amused Hiro that was sitting on his bed, tinkering with his phone. That reminds me... I need to upgrade my phone sometime.

I was short of breath, so I couldn't speak much. "I... outside.. at SFIT. Storm... had.. run... fell... puddle... soaked... cold... tired..."

"Haha, what?"

"...Never mind."

"Okay."

I turned to Baymax's red case.

"Ow." Not that I had to say it forcefully.

The case folded into itself, and the significant inflatable blob grew larger, until he was his usual height and... width.

"Hello. I am Baymax, your personal healthcare companion. What is causing you trouble?"

By now, I was breathing normally, and was able to speak properly. "A thunderstorm struck outside recently. I was running back in the storm, and... well... this happened."

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

"Pain? I feel it's probably a three."

"I will scan you now." The plushy vinyl balloon announced monotonous, moving his head up and down to scan my body.

"You are wet, which has lowered your core body temperature to 34.5°C, below the average body temperature of 37°C. You are at high risk of being diagnosed with hypothermia, especially if your temperature falls below 34°C. I will warm you back to 37°C."

Before I could argue about what he was doing, Baymax wrapped his squeaky arms around me, and glowed a bright orange from inside him, which heat radiated from.

"Well then..." I uttered.

"That would be the normal procedure for low body temperatures." Hiro stated matter-of-fact, not bothering to look up.

"I can see that." I said bluntly, turning my head upward to look at Baymax's face.

A few minutes later, Baymax loosed me from his grasp. "Your core body temperature has been elevated to the proper temperature of 37°C. I will now continue with the procedure."

"Wait, there's more?" asked Hiro, a little surprised.

"I guess." I replied.

"As found the last time, you..." Baymax started.

"Enough Baymax, anything about that topic is confidential." I spoke, an angered bundle of feelings thick and clear in my voice.

"Who has made it confidential?" Baymax questioned.

"Me. The same being you're diagnosing. That information is personal, so please bypass that." I said sternly.

"Very well. I will only reveal it when the time is right."

"I'll be the one to tell, thank you."

"When will you tell?"

There was a short silence as I thought over the question.

"...Probably never." I said softly.

"Precisely. Let me tell."

Great. A robot has to make decisions for me. Some girl I am, I thought.

"Just... if you have to reveal it, don't do so anytime... soon."

"I can not promise anything."

I sighed. "Fine, but don't do it, like, in the same week. I don't think I'm ready to see people's reactions to my... condition."

I could see Hiro's eyes shaped in a glare, looking straight towards me. He wants to know pretty bad...

"Okay. I will skip the topic. You also seem to have a few slight scrapes on your arms and knees. Did you happen to fall?"

"Oh. Yeah, I did actually."

"I recommend you wash them and leave them uncovered. That way they will heal faster."

"Okay."

I ran downstairs, washed the scrapes, randomly grabbed an apple, took a bite out of it, and climbed back up.

When I arrived upstairs, Baymax had deflated back into his case.

"An apple?" Hiro queried.

"I was hungry." I replied with an open smile, walking to my side of the room.

I felt I was going crazy for a moment; I thought I could hear a siren screaming from outside.

"Hiro, I think I'm going crazy."

"Why?"

"I think I hear a siren. And I think I'm going crazy because the last thing I remember of the crash that killed my parents were the sound of those monitors in the emergency ward of some hospital. That were coming from my parents' bedside. And it sounded a lot like a siren."

"You speak too fast, Mari. The good thing is that I speak and understand fast English." Hiro said with a chuckle.

"My parents died in a similar way. At times I think I know how you feel."

"That's really reassuring."

I felt like drawing something, so I got out a pencil and paper and thought about what to draw.

I thought hard for a moment, but couldn't come up with anything. I just turned to good ol' nature and looked out the window.

The HB grade pencil clattered sharply to the floor.

No. NO. NO! WHO WHAT WHERE WHEN WHEREWHOWHATWHOTHEHOWWHEN... (A/N: This is how I think when I'm shocked lel XD XD)

"...whatwhowherehowwhowhenwherehowwhat..."

"Mari, you confuse me. What's wrong?"

But oh most importantly...

"Why?"

"Seriously Mari, you're creeping me out. What's wrong?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but the words just wouldn't fall out.

Hiro couldn't take the agonising suspense. He bolted next to me and looked out my window. His jaw dropped.

"What the..."

The house across the road was on fire.

A/N:

Hope you enjoyed this! Excuse me... *runs away from tonnes of furniture being thrown*

I'm back! *table hits head* OWWWW! Are you done yet?

Other guy: Nupe (^o^)

Me: (￣)

Baymax: I heard the sound of distress...

Me: Nope. （−＿−；）

Anyway, now my updates are inconsistent (and no, I wasn't dead from all this time I haven't posted) thanks to one person *looks in mirror* talking to you...