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—BH6OrBust

I don't think Hiro is going to wake up at all.

The words ring in my head as I walk numbly back to Honey Lemon. Hiro is dying. Hiro isn't going to wake up. Hiro isn't going to be okay.

Honey waits in the darkened room, twisting her fingers nervously. She jumps up when she sees me.

"What did he say? Is Hiro all right?" She sees my expression and the hope in her eyes disappears. "Tadashi?"

"Hiro's not going to wake up," I say quietly. "He's hurt really bad. He's in a coma. They're going to take him off life support in two days."

Her eyes widen and her hand covers her mouth. "Oh, Tadashi…"

"They want me to go home," I say, tears burning at my eyes. "Tell Aunt Cass. So she…so we can say goodbye."

The last word breaks me and I throw my arms around Honey, sobbing into her shoulder. She hugs me back so tightly it almost breaks my ribs, her tears dripping onto my cheeks. I've never cried this hard, not even when Kaa-san and Daddy died, because this is my fault.

Hiro is dying and it is my fault.

And I can never forgive myself.

The doctor calls me to update me on Hiro. He's not getting any better, not even with the treatments they've been trying.

"I'm so sorry," he says gravely. "Hiro was too good for this world."

Was. Past tense. As if he's already gone.

"I know you want to do something about it," he continues. "You were closer to him than anyone else. I'm sorry you can't save him."

He hangs up, but an idea strikes me as the line goes silent.

Yes I can.

I've had another crazy, impossible, impossibly crazy idea.

I can save Hiro.

My technology might work on him. It was designed to infuse the soul into objects, but it's all we have left. And the only way to know if it worked will be to take Hiro off life support.

If he dies, I want Aunt Cass to be there. But I'm not supposed to visit him until his scheduled death, and she can't know about it.

I think Hiro would want me to do it.

It's our only hope.

It takes almost an hour to convince Honey Lemon to help me break into a hospital. She doesn't want to break the law, but she agrees it's the only way to save Hiro's life.

We sneak in at night. It's easy enough—I propped open Hiro's window last time I saw him to get ready for this. The tech I need is strapped to my belt.

I pry the window open further and Honey and I slide in. Hiro is lying on his bed, his messy hair contrasted against the stark white sheets and his bloodless complexion. I watch the rise and fall of his chest, so soft and slow I can barely see it. The beeping heart monitor reads Hiro's pulse as weak but steady. These machines are the only things that are keeping my baby brother alive.

And soon mine will.

I place the neural transmitter on my head and gently roll Hiro onto his side. I modified the process so I can inject a chip into his nervous system that will receive data from my brain and stimulate the damaged areas.

I take the syringe with the chip and insert it into the back of Hiro's neck, then press down on the plunger until the liquid is gone.

"Ready," I whisper to Honey Lemon.

Honey takes my computer from the bag, grabs my hand, and presses TRANSFER.

The familiar hum fills my ears, though there's no coding this time. Hiro is a human being, not a machine. But I can still fix him.

"You're almost there," Honey whispers. Her voice sounds far away.

My vision is starting to blacken at the edges. I can't hold on much longer.

"Temporal parietal junction fully healed," Honey says, and she sounds even farther now, like she's drifting away. "Just a little longer on the prefrontal cortex."

"Great," I mumble as an intense feeling of drowsiness comes over me. "Just tell me when…"

She opens her mouth, but I don't hear her answer. The blackness takes over and I crumple to the ground.

Honey is leaning over me when I wake up. My face is wet and cold. I think she threw ice water in it.

"Sorry," she breathes. "But we need to see if it worked."

I nod and sit up. "I'll do it."

I cross to the wall, where a cord is plugged in. The cord that keeps my baby brother from leaving me forever.

I take a deep breath and pull the plug.

The line of Hiro's heartbeat goes slack.

"No!"

I shove the cord back in, desperate to save my little brother. He has to live. He has to. I can't lose him.

"Please wake up," I whisper frantically, "please, Ototo, wake up…"

I haven't called Hiro Ototo since I was thirteen. It was a word my dad taught me. It means baby brother.

The cord falls back out of its socket, limp. It's not working.

"Hiro, please." I am on my knees, begging Hiro to live. "Please, wake up, Ototo, please…"

"Dashi?"

I gasp at hearing my brother's faint, scratchy voice and turn to see him sitting halfway up in bed, grinning nervously at me.

He's alive.

"HIRO!" His name bursts out of me as I tackle him in a bear hug. "Hiro, I thought…I thought…they told me you wouldn't wake up…"

Tears are streaming down my cheeks. He's alive. My Ototo is alive.

"I'm okay, Dashi," Hiro mumbles into my shoulder. "I'm okay."

He buries his face in my chest, and I hear him mumble the Japanese endearment he used for me when he was little.

Nii-chan.