Hello, world! Welcome to song sheets: A group of short, typically angsty one-shots surrounding Big Hero 6 characters where the prompts are based off lyrics of a song.

Courtesy of TheStoriedLife

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Chapter 1: Hold On

Song: Hold On by Chord Overstreet

Hold on, I still want you. Come back, I still need you. Driving this highway, you're silent beside me, driving a nightmare I can't escape from. I'm helplessly praying the light isn't fading- I'd be so lost if you left me alone…

Set directly after the events of City of Monsters, before Karmi is pulled out of the city.

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"Can't you go any faster, Wasabi?" Hiro called from the back, hardly daring to spare a glance away from the motionless form in front of him. The dark-skinned man in the front seat shook his head, gripping the steering wheel with two hands- placed perfectly at 10 and 2, no less. "Sorry, but no. That's not how this works."

"But she's still not waking up!" Hiro's voice was bordering hysteria at this point. He ran a hand through his jet black head of hair- it was almost as frazzled as his nerves. Almost. Wasabi's two back seats had been folded down to create a flat space about the size of a queen bed, on which Karmi had been laid out. Hiro had demanded he come on the trip to the hospital. "Come on… how long is this highway?"

"It goes from the northern to southern tip on San Fransokyo, if you must know." Wasabi retorted, grinding his blindingly white teeth, cold sweat dripping down the sides of his head and pooling in his black, pulled-back curls. As if I'm not under enough stress already, with an unconscious teen girl in my backseat? No, he just has to rush me.

Hiro didn't reply. His insides knotted with fear as he studied the prone form beneath him, searching for any sign of movement, of life. Of course Baymax's scanner had to be damaged in the mutant attack. Now we have to do things the old fashioned way.

What if we're too late?

Hiro tried to shrug the thought away. She's just unconscious. But at the same time…

His gaze travelled once again, taking in her knotted brown hair that had come loose from its classic low, pulled back style. Her ripped sweater, revealing a tattered sleeveless orange dress beneath. Equally frayed black leggings, smudged with dirt and something else unrecognizable. Her bare feet- her flats hadn't stood a chance against two-inch-long claws. Slack features, so much calmer than he'd ever seen them… Too calm. Too still.

At least she's still breathing.

Maybe he should try again. "Hey." He breathed, grasping her bare shoulder gently and shaking it.

Nothing.

Sighing, Hiro couldn't help but stroke one hand through her shiny brunette hair, noting how soft it was even with all its knots and tangles. His hand dropped unbidden down to one of hers, laying limply on the car floor next to her, squeezing it tight. No response.

He remembered watching her change. Watching her fall to the ground, brown eyes with just a hint of orange rolling back, sliding shut. Rushing forward to catch her, feeling her warmth against his as he dropped to the ground with her. The small smile that had played on his lips without his permission as he held her tighter.

The relief as his friends showed up in their suits to finish the villains off- relief which soon turned to horror when he tried to get Karmi to wake up. Shaking, yelling, did nothing.

How do I know she's not quietly dying in front of me?

So still.

So quiet.

The only reason he knew she was alive was the warmth in her tanned palm and the quiet rasp of her breath. That worried Hiro, too. Who knew what sort of internal damage came from having your body physically rearranged against your will? There was a reason that stuff was reserved for villains, after all. What if something had been permanently damaged?

What if she simply never opened her eyes?

I don't hate her. Hiro realized- really, he should've realized a long time ago. Apparently it took her almost dying in front of him to get the idea through his thick skull. I care about her, no matter how much I try to hide it. And I think, after tonight, she cares about me too. I don't know what that means, but… I think I like it?

And gripping her hand tighter as the car sped down the dimly lit main freeway of San Fransokyo, Hiro couldn't help but pray that he'd get a chance to explore it.

What if I don't?

Struck by that irrational, paralyzing fear again, Hiro thoughtlessly bent over and rested his head on her chest, faint but present heartbeat giving him a glimmer of hope. "Please... just stick around until we get to the hospital. Please."

END.

A/N: Ok, that was fun. I have way too many of these already written- also, I finally started writing drafts, taking Masterclass writing courses, all sorts of fun stuff! So thanks for being my motivation. Please don't hesitate to give me any positive criticism you can- I want to improve! Story is something I really care about, and quite frankly I'd rather just not write than tell a muddled, inconsistent story that makes hogwash of intense, powerful scenes with potential. So thanks!

Also, random, but was that super OOC for Hiro? I can see it happening, and I TOTALLY ship Karmiro because it's hilarious... but too soon? I don't know.

Anyway, sorry this one is so short! Another short one after this and then longer ones coming!

-Grace