Hiro's eyes fluttered open. Everything was blurry, though. He didn't feel too well, but he couldn't really remember anything beforehand. All he could remember was fighting those weird people before his chest began hurting and then everything was dark. He wanted to close his eyes and sleep again, but a voice woke him up.

"Guys. Guys, I think he's waking up," he heard. He groggily shook his head, his eyes beginning to refocus. He saw Honey Lemon in front of him. He was still clothed in his white uniform. He had a piercing glare focused on the blonde girl in front of him. When his vision cleared up further, he looked around. The others that he had been fighting earlier were here now, except they weren't in their uniforms. Hiro realized he was tied up, his arms and feet bound to a wooden chair along with his chest being somewhat restrained. He was in the workshop, but he hadn't a clue of his location, having forgotten about there, too.

"Great. I'm surrounded by idiots," he growled. Baymax was scanning him.

"He still cannot remember who he is, but according to my scans, Hiro is fine," Baymax claimed. It was beginning to get early into the morning. GoGo was sitting near Wasabi and Fred. The entire group looked tired, they had clearly not gotten much rest last night.

"I'm… Gavin," Hiro coughed. He couldn't speak well, nor did he feel too well. He leaned his head back, too weak to fight against the bindings. His overclock device in his arm was slowly regenerating the liquids within it, but clearly they weren't going to be ready for some time.

"You can't get that thing out?" Fred asked looking at the device. Baymax shook his head.

"It would require surgery to handle. If I try to remove it myself by hand, he will most likely bleed to death," the medical assistant apologized, feeling bad for not being able to help, but since Hiro had no memory, they couldn't force him into surgery. He didn't even seem to remotely know them.

"What do we do, then?" Wasabi wondered the same thing everyone was thinking, GoGo going over to Hiro and beginning to rummage his pockets, pulling out his cellphone. She was trying to emotionally detach herself from the current situation. Her leg was aching her as she looked over the contacts of the phone, seeing one contact that read dad on it.

"We track the number. Baymax, you keep an eye on him," the girl with purple streaks ordered. Everyone didn't want to add any more pressure to their problems. Honey Lemon knew her friend was far beyond stressed right now, but she was more worried about what they were going to do when they got Kristoph. They didn't have any proof or evidence of illegal activity and they doubted any of his workers would turn against him.

"Try and be careful," Baymax requested, seeing their friends leave the workshop. GoGo had practically taken the role of leader for the moment until Hiro was hopefully restored to his normal self. They closed the door to the workshop behind them, leaving the two alone.

"Would you like to know what has happened?" the medical aid offered to his best friend. Hiro didn't respond, his memory too disoriented. He remembered having a big rush of excitement at one point last night.

"You had a heart attack. GoGo and I were able to revive you," Baymax explained, hearing him cough. He looked at him, his head tilted.

"You should've just let me die. If I can't handle the beta device, then I'm not able to handle the final version. Dad would be ashamed of me," Hiro sighed, wishing to have stayed dead, feeling his friend's hand on his head.

"Kristoph is not your father, Hiro. Tadashi would not want you harmed, either," Baymax countered, hearing the angry growl of the teenage boy.

"I… am…. Gavin," he snarled, twitching and moving in a slight fit of rage. Clearly the accusation of the truth was breaking his nerves. The puffy robot started to notice something that fell onto the floor from Hiro's pockets. His angry thrashing had made a pill bottle fall out.

"Hey, hands off. That's my anti-depressant," Hiro demanded. Baymax was examining the pills in his hand. He shook his head.

"These are an odd form of beta blockers currently not on the market. They can cause heart attack and memory loss. You have been taking these daily, I presume," Baymax said, getting no response from his friend. He knew what this meant, at this rate. If they just waited and didn't give him the medicine. Hiro may just come back on his own. It was an unknown type of beta blocker, which explained to them why he couldn't pick it up on the scans.

"Can you just shut up and give me one? I haven't taken it today," Hiro requested, but he saw Baymax put them in the trash can, much to his annoyance. It was clear he didn't believe what the medicine was. Baymax began trying to put that psychiatrist information he had downloaded to use.

"This is your workshop, Hiro. You are not Gavin. Kristoph is not your father. From what my information recalls, your parents died when you were very young, and you lost Tadashi a year ago," Baymax tried to explain to Hiro his own life. The young boy shook his head.

"I… don't know a Tadashi…" he hesitantly forced out, feeling his head hurting. Baymax had another idea, though; accessing his old recordings that he had recorded over the course of the months when he was being created. The videos all showed Tadashi, who was doing various tests to make sure Baymax could work. Most of the recordings showed some type of failure when it came to the medical aid. Hiro couldn't look at the footage directly. It made his head hurt. His eyes focused to his right away from it on the tools around, his headache getting worse by the second.

"…Tadashi…"