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HIRO

Tadashi needs a CT scan. I think I do too, but Dashi is internally and slightly externally freaking out about it and it's hard to concentrate on anything else.

"You're a grown man," I tell him. "And you're dying over a freaking CT scan?"

"I've never had one before!" he says defensively. "Besides, I'm claustrophobic."

"You are?"

"Yes, Hiro!"

I frown. "Why did I not know this…?"

"I don't know! I've had it my whole life!"

"You have?"

Tadashi groans.

"Can you at least text Honey?" he asks. "I want to see her."

I smirk. He glares as he hands me his phone. "Nothing embarrassing."

"Good luck," I tell him.

He glares harder.

Out of the goodness of my heart and Tadashi being in a lot of pain right now, I send a fairly generic text asking Honey Lemon to come to the hospital and that Tadashi wants to see her. She texts back about ten seconds later that she's coming right away. She answers fast.

Honey shows up a few minutes before Tadashi's CT scan starts. I decide to give them a little privacy.

When Tadashi's scan starts, Honey Lemon comes to talk to me instead.

"So," I say. "Did you know Tadashi was claustrophobic?"

She nods. "He told me a few days after we met. We got onto the topic somehow."

"He told you and not me?"

She shrugs apologetically. "Maybe he thought you knew. It's a bit obvious sometimes."

I slap my forehead. "Come on. How does everyone know this but me?"

"You might not have seen him in any situations that showcased his phobia?" she suggests.

"Yeah, that must be it," I mumble.

As soon as Tadashi's scan is done, the doctors ask him to come to the operating lab. I panic.

"My wrist needs surgery," Tadashi explains. "It won't take that long."

I stare after him, amazed. How can he be terrified of a CT scan but totally unfazed by surgery on a broken wrist?

I get to have a CT scan too. It's really weird and kind of unsettling. They put you on a stretcher and wheel you through a tube. It's slightly restricting, but it's not as scary as Tadashi made it out to be. I turn out to have a bruised tibia and many epidermal abrasions, including my very scraped-up left side. They fix most of it with bacitracin, gauze, and an Ace bandage.

Tadashi comes out of surgery after a few hours, his wrist bandaged. He waves stiffly.

"Hey," I say to him. "How was your surgery?"

"Uneventful," he says, and his voice kind of sounds like Baymax on low battery.

"Are…you okay?" I ask him.

"I'm fine," he replies, his voice still fluctuating. "Anesthesia's still wearing off."

That cannot be good news.

I drive the motorcycle back home, not trusting Tadashi to do it while he's still kind of under anesthesia. I'm relieved neither of us were hurt any worse in the crash, and I am not in a hurry to do it again.

When we get back to the café, I try to get us both inside quietly, but I'm not particularly stealthy and Baymax will surely notice. Right now all either of us wants is to go to sleep, but Baymax will keep us up for at least another half hour if he realizes we're injured.

As I half-drag Tadashi up the stairs, I discover something much worse.

Baymax is on low battery.

"Hello!" he says cheerfully as we come in. "I am healthcare, your personal Baymax completion! Iwillscanyounowscancomplete! Gummy bears! Healthcare!"

Tadashi stares, fully awake all of a sudden. It occurs to me that he's never seen Baymax on low battery before.

"Baymax!" he says, sounding bewildered. "What's wrong with you?"

"Low battery!" Baymax proclaims.

Tadashi smacks his forehead.

It takes us another half hour to get Baymax into his charging station. Tadashi collapses into bed and crashes after about thirty seconds, and both of us are conked out before Baymax is charged enough to function.

Tadashi

I've never seen a more fairy-tale perfect morning than today. The sun is shining, it's warm under the blankets, the smell of pastries wafts upward from the café downstairs, the birds are chirping—

Wait.

We don't even have birds.

I open my eyes to see Baymax standing at the foot of my bed, playing a video of the same kind of morning I imagined. That's where the birds are coming from.

"Hi, Baymax," I say as I push myself up, yawning. "What time is it?"

"It is ten twenty-three in the morning."

I panic.

"Why are you panicking, Tadashi?" Baymax asks as he watches me dash around the room, trying to gather everything I need before my shift at KreiTech starts at ten thirty.

"I'm gonna be late!" I tell him, pulling a T-shirt over my head and buttoning a suit jacket over it. I dash downstairs and grab a donut from the counter, darting through the line of customers in front of a very bored Hiro.

"Sorry!" I call over my shoulder as I shove the door open. "Sorry sorry sorry…"

I sprint out to the garage and rev up the motorcycle, stopping to check my watch only at the first red light. Ten twenty-eight. I might just barely make it.

I run up the stairs and collapse into my desk with four seconds to the start of my shift. My computer boots up just as the time on my watch turns to ten thirty.

I fall back in my chair, breathing like I've just run a marathon. I am way too punctual for my own good.

I still have two hours till the end of my shift and I'm going to die.

My workday is longer today—my shift ends at nine tonight instead of seven thirty. Hopefully, Hiro can handle an extra hour and a half of handing people donuts. He probably can't, but he'll have to.

I'm just about to type the last command into my computer when I feel a prick in the small of my back and the world goes dark.