The boy awoke to simply see white all around. He was in a hospital. It wasn't all that surprising, he did get injured recently… yeah.. and it was by his own volition.

He could feel that caste that was wrapped around his legs, locking them in place. It currently is to be determined if he can.. simply put… walk out of this one. His clothes were changed to that a hospital gown unsurprisingly, he's seen a lot of movies.

He sighed, a hint of sadness was mixed in with it. He's really screwed the pooch on this one.

He looked to the side and noticed a neat little basket that seemed to hold some flowers, a bottle of tea, and a bunch of assorted snacks. On the side was a simple note.

To our favorite delivery boy: Get well soon.

A smile etched itself on his face, making him forget about recent events. It seems that running around doing mostly a delivery job wasn't just for extra cash after all.

He grabbed the first thing that popped out of the basket of goodies, a simple chocolate bar. He didn't waste any time gulping it down. Being greedy he tried to find another sugar filled delight, but stopped when he noticed that the basket was elevated by a little something.

That something was a book, one that he knows all too well. It would appear that Tunia dropped it off.. or got someone else to do it.

….. Now that he thought about it… his plan was just a weird three step plan disguised as a siege. Step one: Attack the damn place. Step two: A bunch of question marks. Step three: Victory and Profit!

He actually got a good laugh at his ultimate shortcoming. He is not usually one to act on impulse, but… well one can see the results! He got his legs screwed over, his poor legs.

Sure this isn't the first time he had his legs broken, but this time it's entirely different from having a trailer dropped on you! He got his legs broken from falling down from a burning building! Now that sounds like an awesome story to tell. He broke his legs on impact, but he still crawled on like the determined person he was.

…. Is determined the right word? Would determine even apply to him? The boy looked down at the blanket that covered his legs… his answer is a maybe right now.

Well, at least he got the attention of that singing lady. He did not want to crawl back to civilization after all.

The rays of the sun shone down upon him, his skin enjoying that welcoming rays of the sun… that's when he noticed that there was someone else in the room with him. She must've walked in when he was contemplating.

"Hello. I am Doctor Baymax. I've seen you have finally awoken and seem to have your basic cognitive functions. I welcome you to the First Planeptune Hospital. You were originally brought to The Triad Hospital in Lastation, but you were transferred here."

Dr. Baymax flipped a paper over on her clipboard, "Let's see: multiple cuts, burnt skin, broken legs, possible trauma, third nipple, and that's about it. Your cuts aren't fatal, your skin can be quickly regenerated with the right healing gel, your legs…." She went silent as she read the page. That wasn't usually a good sign, hopefully- "Your legs will heal right up in a couple of weeks, granted that's with the basic healing solution with the current healing gels we have here." His heart raised at the fact that he'll be able to walk again, "We can however get your legs healed up in about a week or two, with another week of rehabilitation, but uh… We kind of need to get it from a tough boss monster. The hospital is usually backed up and no one has time to send out a request to the guild.. So that option may be thrown out of the window."

Okay, he was… okay with that. Probably spend a month in the hospital, or somewhere else if needed to be and… you know what he's going to find a way to take the easy way out of here, "I may know some people that can help."

It'll probably not be easy for the ones who will have to get the stuff, but about a month of staying in the hospital was a huge no go….. Will anyone bother to help him though? The boy stared off into the wall, not noticing the doctor carefully move around his bed.

"Those gifts on the table, they're what we deemed.. 'safe.' You do have another gift, but it is being kept in kept in one of the many locker rooms here. It's too dangerous to keep in the hospital, but you'll be able to get it once you're officially discharged."

The boy looked between the gifts and Dr. Baymax. He gave a slight nod of affirmation, finally taking note of her last name. A funny robot comes to his mind.

"I think that's all I needed to tell you Mr. Jordan." The doctor said as she started to leave the room, "By the way, you have some friends who are trying to see you. Do you want me to send them up?"

This took a question off the boy's minds, proof that someone knew he was here. Though, was it a good time to for them to visi- the boy stopped the bad thoughts from clouding his judgement.

"Yes." The boy nodded his head, allowing Doctor Baymax to call up his guests.

This left him a little time to gather up his thoughts, mostly thinking about what lead to this. He knew what lead to it, but it's sometimes good to contemplate on stuff like this.

So, Ganache had a grimoire. I should be surprised, but I'm not that surprised? So is it true that grimoire users attract other grimoire users… if so does that mean I'm going to go on a bizzare adventure? I mean I am already in one as is, but how can it get more bizarre. Oh, God. This is hurting my head just thinking about it. I doubt I would have to defeat other grimoire users frequently, but…. Though the things Ganache said.. It's almost as if- no he does kn-

His small train of thought was interrupted as he heard two sets of footsteps running in the hallway, before the doors to his room bursted open.

He saw the familiar zipper suit he's grown accustomed to seeing and a little red woman.

"Jordan! Are you alright?!" Nisa quickly came up to the side of the bed.

"Hi, Nisa. Hi, RED." He greeted with a smile, "I'm doing fine. Just got a little scraped up." And burnt, plus some broken legs… nothing too serious.

"Even I wouldn't say you're a bit scraped up." RED said as she followed Nisa around.

He was honestly a bit surprised that RED was here. It must say something about her character, or she's just following her wifey around. He was leaning a bit towards the later, but the tone in her voice..it was genuine.

Nisa patted the boy's head, "As long as you're okay, Jordan. I don't know how I would act if something worse happened to you." Her tone was full of worry, which actually caused the boy's heartbeat to raise.

Nisa stopped patting the boy's head as she placed her hands on her hips. She appeared to be a bit livid… no she is livid! "That being said, about that incident I was told about."

The boy sat in silence, waiting for her to finish..unless he has to physically tell her about it himself. He always hated when his parents did that to him.

What he didn't expect was a sudden hug from the heroine of justice, "I am so proud of you!"

"Even I didn't think you would pull something like that." RED addressed the boy. He noted the distinct lack of the term, 'Wingman.'

"Huh?" The boy was sure that she was going to be mad at him...for obvious reasons as well, he almost died (again), has broken legs, etc. "Why are you proud of me?"

"Because you stomped out evil, even without the rest of us there to back you up. You did it of your own accord and succeeded!" Nisa said, giving a thumbs up.

Oh, right. He forgot who he was talking to, the famed heroine of justice, "I wouldn't say it would be a complete success." He said pointing at the current state of his legs.

Nisa smiled, placing a hand on the boy's shoulder, "Hey, you did the right thing. That's all that matters."

"I'm not sure burning down a building would count as the right thing."

Nisa sighed, "You know what I mean, Jordan. Avenir has been an obviously corrupt company ever since I could remember-"

The boy put his hand up and shook his head, "I would love to hear another speech from you, but I want to know something else. Anything interesting happen to you guys?"

Nisa and RED then explained the events in the other dimension. They were surprised when Tyler noted that The Ancestors were a familiar name to him, but he said he'll tell later.

"So, the Machinery Children were a tough bunch to fight and you only succeeded by attacking one with overwhelming force. The others retreated and Chika Hakozaki was the method of how you got back."

"You seem excited at the prospect of The Ancestors, Jordan, is there anything you would like to share?"

"With the way you describe them, they're obviously similar to the ones in Super Robot Wars Alpha Gaiden." The boy shook his hands in excitement.

"Super Robot Wars?" Nisa questioned.

"An awesome series where giant mecha from all sorts of anime and manga crossover and fight alongside each other. Surprisingly it doesn't fall into the pits of generic crossover stories and actually creates a well crafted story with each series that partakes in any of the games. Right now you get to fight The Ancestors, which is a lot easier than you think it would be." The boy coughed into his hands as he realized he was going to ramble on about one of his favorite series, "...anyway… I'll tell you about the series later, just tell me what you want to know about The Ancestors." He smiled as he could actually provide information for once.

"What was that about them being easy to fight?" RED inquired.

"Yeah, they regenerate like crazy. You should've seen it Jordan!" Nisa dramatically waved her arms in the air.

"If they're anything like they are in the game, they'll just stand around at their base. It's because they were almost defeated by a powerful force and don't wish to foolishly rush into combat."

"Ah, so they'll stay where they are? That makes it easy!" RED pounded a fist into her open palm.

"Be warned they will defend it to the last man, probably employing machines of their own. It will be a long grueling battle, even after you get through, you'll have to fight on the inside."

"We've already been inside-"

"And you said that Chika Hakozaki is brainwashed?" Surprisingly the boy interrupted.

"Yep." Nisa reaffirmed.

"I'll have to make a call later, but now she's our Sanger Zonvolt stand in."

"San-"

"I'll tell you later. You'll actually like his character, Nisa."

At this point it was obvious that the boy couldn't hold his excitement as he almost started to get out of the bed, "What are we waiting for, let-"

"Woah! Woah! Woah! Clam down Jordan, while I'm excited to see you take action, you got to remember you can't do anything with your legs right now."

"Oh." This dragged the boy back down to reality as he then awkwardly shifted around in the hospital bed, "Though when do you plan to assault their base?"

"Probably not anytime soon, we're exhausted and want to get our bearings." RED actually spoke about the wellbeing of their small guild.

"But, since you have some information. We can do it anytime you want to." Nisa spoke as she placed a hand on his shoulder, "Just to let you know, Tyler, you've come a bit of a way since our first meeting."

He has? He hasn't really noticed, "I have?"

Nisa nodded her head.

This made the boy blush a bit, getting a compliment like that. He really feels like he hasn't done anything to elicit that response from the heroine, but it really does feel nice to get a compliment once in awhile. Though that thought had a problem of its own…

"Am I too much of a burden to you?" The boy darted his eyes to the floor.

"Huh?" Nisa noticed his quick change in tone.

"Think about it. Ever since our first meeting I was just a helpless kid from a different world. You tried to bring me on these cool quests, but I always end up being helpless in those situations. I barely contribute to anything, whilst you and everyone else usually end up doing the dirty work. Tell me Nisa, am I just getting in the way? Am I just going to continue to tag along as a useless member of the guild and almost get killed in more ways that one? Am I just-" The boy started to go one a tangent, but a quick slap to the face interrupted that.

It wasn't Nisa. It was RED, "NO! You are not going to have a breakdown and go down the path of emo!" RED shouted at the boy. RED sighed and backed away from the boy, "Look. I'll be honest, you're a bad wingman. Not only that, you're a bad fighter that almost gets killed at every step of the way. You easily get damaged by the enemies, you don't do much damage to the enemies, and sometimes they don't even bother to attack you at times. It almost feels like an escort mission most of the time!"

"Yes, that's the point. I'm just a bur-"

"Shut up, Tyler!" RED interrupted the boy, foregoing the wingman name entirely for that instance and saying a phrase that not a lot of people would ever say to him, "You are not going to go into emo territory on my watch! Look even if you have a million faults in combat and you aren't that helpful in combat, but there is a thing that I noticed." RED took in a quick breath, "You are stubborn. I watched as you get beaten down time and time again, but you just keep bouncing back up, because you don't give in that easily. There is also the fact that you're brave."

"Brave?" The boy questioned, he wasn't that brave. He always hid in the back, usually.

RED nodded, "I've actually read your book a couple of times and noticed a disturbing amount of a paragraphs where you call yourself weak and denounce yourself as a coward. The thing is you're the exact opposite of a coward. Anyone else would just give up and never try again knowing they're powerless. You, however. You continue to push on despite all of your shortcomings. Even if everything is stacked against you, you continue to go on. Only the bravest can do that and you definitely are one of the bravest people I've ever seen."

"I'm one of the bravest?" The boy was actually feeling a slight blush at the compliment, from RED of all people. No, a bit of a large blush was actually visible on his face.

Nisa decided now was the time to jump in, "You know what I saw in you when we first met, Tyler? I saw someone who was scared and didn't have any place to go. Someone who was unsure on how to proceed. Yet under that exterior I saw something within the soul. I saw your determination and your drive to see things through. And even then, after all the battles that determination nor drive didn't fade. And it looks like that drive surfaced into recent events." Nisa placed a hand on the boy's shoulder, he was still awestruck at the amount of positive reinforcement they were giving him, "Tyler, you may not be the strongest or most durable. But that doesn't mean anything in the long run. You're determined and wish to see things through to the end! And you've got people who will back up that determination and help you out in the end. And from one hero to another, I wish for you to succeed in getting back home. You're a brave man, Tyler. Maybe even braver than me?"

The boy's lips quivered at the words of… hope is what he would put it. It didn't take long for that quiver to form into a smile, "Thanks you two… and I'm sorry." He didn't want to let out the dam that was about to break out from all of the water of his eyes in joy in front of the two. He was still a stubborn guy after all.

"Apologize to yourself." RED said, gathering a smile, "I'll be seeing you back at base, Wingman." RED said as she started to walk out of the room, "Also don't go emo on us!" She walked out of the room.

"Get better soon, Jordan." Nisa smiled as she gave the boy a final hug, "We'll get you home one day." Nisa let go of the boy and walked out of the room, stopping at the door. She peeked half of her face on the other side of the door, "Hey, just in case you can't make it back home… would you like to go- Nevermind. I wouldn't want to wish a bad omen on you. Take care." Nisa quickly left, the boy swore he saw a bit of a blush on her face, but it could've just been the lighting.

Welp, his confidence was through the roof. With their speeches and what not he can't wait to get out of this hospital with his legs healed up in about a mont-

"Damnit. I forgot to tell them." Welp, maybe he can tell them about the monster later. Right now though, he's going to enjoy more of the goodies he got. He actually didn't notice that he was having tears of joy roll down his face as he grabbed a small bag of sweets.

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Once again closer and closer to the end here folks. That means I'll finally complete at least one of my stories. Man I'm excited.

I actually envisioned this chapter a lot more differently, but then realized it would probably drag on for too long in the exact same room setting. The next few chapters should be breather chapters, yet they'll probably be not. Don't get an exact answer from me.

Anyway that should be it for now. (Prepare for my weeb garbage.)

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