AN: Thank you guys so much for your support and patience! I'm doing much better now, and I'm gonna chug out more chapters, but for now, have a small taste!

It could have been days, it could have been weeks, but Tadashi was getting worse. The gashes on his chest were infected now, but he insisted on trying to help with the plans. He could barely stand, and Hiro was growing anxious. He knew what he had to do. He'd have to submit. For real this time.
The group was grubby, filthy, starving and freezing, and from what Abigail said, they'd been there for months. It was nearly Christmas.
Aunt Cass must have been devastated… She probably thought they were dead. Would she have given up on them after this long? He wouldn't be surprised if she had, and he didn't blame her.
Honey was sick, trembling like a leaf in the breeze, Fred was silent most of the time now, and even Gogo didn't offer much encouragement.
They were all pathetic.
Hiro sat on the cold ground just in front of the door, his usually spiked up hair dull and lifeless. His eyes were dark, he hardly spoke anymore. He looked back to where Tadashi sat, slouched against the wall. He was pale, dark circles around his eyes.
He wouldn't forgive his little brother's choices. But they would save him, and to Hiro, that was worth it. Standing up, he looked at the security camera.
"Abigail, I'm ready. I want to help you."