Wasabi had carried Hiro home. He had got some blood on his green armour, but that was nothing that couldn't be easily washed off, though after Wasabi had gotten him home, all he could do was let Baymax treat him while he got out of his green armour.

"Ughh… thanks for the help, Wasabi…" Hiro groaned while Baymax was spraying his stabbed side with disinfectant spray. He groaned as it came into contact with his open wound. It felt like someone had lit him on fire. Baymax had already treated the head wound by cleaning it the best he could and patching it up.

"Anytime man."

"Would you like me to contact the others?" the puffy robot offered to contact the others. Wasabi didn't mind the idea, but Hiro didn't want them to see him in this condition.

"N-no, Baymaax, I'll be fi…"

"Our friends have been contacted," Baymax stated. Hiro groaned, rubbing his forehead. He was letting his mind think calmly, wondering what he could tell them. He didn't want anyone to know about his debt to Kristoph. Wasabi was letting the medical robot do his job. He wasn't the best around blood as it made him a little uncomfortable.

"Ugh… thanks, Baymax…" Hiro muttered, not having energy or motivation to argue right now when Baymax offered to contact their friends. There was little to no chance stopping him. Wasabi shook his head, watching how natural those two interacted. It was like the medical robot was really not a robot right now. All he could do was make sure that Hiro's Aunt Cass didn't walk in or find out about this. Baymax began to work on bandaging his side.

About thirty minutes later, the others had arrived, Wasabi having let them inside. They looked to be varying degrees of awake. Needless to say they were shocked to see Hiro like this, sitting in his bed up against the wall with a lot of bandages on his side and some on the back of his head.

"Heh… hey guys," Hiro welcomed them to his room. It wasn't the first time they had been here, but they wish it was at a better time and under far better circumstances. The young boy saw a pair of crutches being held by GoGo, though when the cast got removed by tomorrow, she would then probably burn the items that she was using to help her walk.

"Dude, what happened?" Fred asked, seeing his friend in this condition. Hiro looked to Baymax for some kind of advice, but there was nothing. The robot wasn't good at picking up on these kind of signals.

"I… I got attacked by some freaky robot," the raven haired boy answered. That was the best way to describe it.

"I had to chop it in half to get it to stop moving," Wasabi added. It was somewhat horrific, but all things considered, the atmosphere was what made it disturbing.

"It was just some robot gone rouge. It's nothing to worry about," Hiro tried to brush it off, though he was lying entirely. That robot looked all too familiar, though he never could figure out who hit him with that pipe. He assumed it was work related, though he wanted to keep that secret if he could, but the more he tried, the harder for him it became.

"Yeah, because people design junkyard monsters on a daily basis…" GoGo sarcastically said while getting a piece of chewing gum. From what she heard the monster was like that. He rubbed his head, starting to mentally wonder what was up with his employment.

"Hiro, you said you got knocked out and dragged to that part of town. Can you recall anything?" Honey Lemon requested. She was looking pretty well rested for this time of the night. Hiro didn't want to worry them with unproven theories. It would make him look paranoid.

"I… I told Baymax to go home while I went to GoGo's. I can't remember much more than that…" Hiro lied. He didn't want to get his friends involved in his own debt. There was a silence surrounding the group. They looked at him, doubtful of the story. His own nervousness and body language gave away the oddity. Wasabi remembered that panicked phone call, aware that he had definitely gotten knocked out by someone.

"I believe Hiro needs rest, since he is suffering from a concussion. I would be grateful if one of you could stay to monitor him," Baymax broke the silence, explaining the diagnosis other than bad wounds that would at best become scars. He insisted that one of his friends should stay, though it didn't make sense since he was a medical robot himself, though they could assume he was worried his scans could miss something, but clearly Hiro wanted to not deal with his own issue alone.

"I'll hang out," GoGo didn't hesitate to offer, having a small smile. The others found her volunteering odd, but they didn't complain. Extra sleep was a nice offer to them.

"We'll catch up with you guys later, take it easy," Fred declared, before beginning to leave.

"Call if you need us," Honey Lemon smiled, her mind giving her a good idea what GoGo was up to. Wasabi didn't even get a chance to say goodbye to his friends before the blonde woman dragged him out the door. Baymax was glad that all of them cared, at least, though that awkward silence was taking over again. The two of them looked to one another.

"So… what part were you lying about?" GoGo wanted him to tell the truth. She could tell easily when he was lying. Hiro had a nervous tick whenever he lied, and that was tapping his fingers on something. This time it was his own leg.

"…Someone tried to kill me… err, I guess two people tried to kill me…" Hiro answered. He had to assume it was two people. The man who owned those rusted robots was terrified of the outside world, so he doubted he could go out of his way to assault him with a pipe. GoGo shook her head. Thinking about it alone for some reason was making her angry.

"Do you think this has some relation to our work for Mister Hartig?" Baymax quirked, gaining a startled glare from Hiro.

"Baymax!" he growled, wishing that the robot had some sense to pick up on his own attempts to keep it secretive.

"Work? Hartig? Look, can you just please tell me the truth?" GoGo demanded. The teenage boy looked down at the floor. Seeing the cast on her leg struck nothing but guilt within his heart. A voice in the back of his head screaming at him, forcing him to talk. He didn't want to lie anymore. He did all of this for her so far to save her leg.

"…I'll tell you the truth."