Hey everyone! here's part five...two more parts after this! this is a long story for me

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TADASHI

I sprint toward the hospital, Trev strapped to my chest, Teddy on my back, and Eva clutching my hand. Callaghan probably won't let us drive the car to the hospital, but if we can make it there, we can find some way to get Honey out.

Baymax shoots into the sky behind us, Hiro in his arms. I guess Hiro wasn't in his super suit, so this is the next best thing.

After Hiro argued with Callaghan, the professor sped away in his helicopter to bomb who knows what. Hiro texted me the plan—he and Baymax will follow Callaghan and try to take out the helicopter with the bombs in it, Megan and Aunt Cass will try to evacuate everyone however possible, and I have to take my kids and try to get Honey to safety. Shouldn't be that hard, I hope.

I cough violently as I breathe in smoke, which fills the air and makes it difficult to see. I hope my kids are doing okay—not to mention Hiro, who has asthma.

Finally, we reach the hospital and I dash through the doors. The whole place is complete pandemonium, so no one stops me as I rush (with three little kids, nonetheless) through the halls, doors flashing past me.

We get to Honey's room and I set Teddy down. He goes over to Eva and hugs her, whimpering in fear.

To my surprise, Honey isn't on life support anymore. She must be strong enough to live without it. I gently lift my wife up and place her on my back, then address my children.

"Eva, Teddy," I say, my voice breaking. "I need you to take Trev and leave. I want you to go to the very edge of the city, where the bridge is. Don't go in the water, and don't try to cross the bridge. Just wait there for me—I've gotta get Mommy in our car and drive over to you. I don't want you in the car in case Callaghan decides to take it out. Can you do that for me?"

My toddlers both nod, their eyes filled with tears. I unstrap Trev from my chest and hand him to Eva. "Try not to drop him."

I kiss all three kids on the forehead for what I know might be the last time. Three pairs of eyes—hazel, forest, and sky—stare back at me, sparkling with unshed tears.

We exit the hospital, and I tell my kids to run. They take off down the sidewalk, running as fast as they can.

I take a deep, shuddering breath, wiping tears away from my own eyes, and sprint across the street, knowing that I have to get back to the car.

When I do, several minutes later, I fling open the passenger door and gently place Honey in the front seat. I climb into the driver's seat and slam on the gas, speeding as fast as I can toward the edge of the city. I have to get to the bridge. Callaghan isn't likely to bomb all the way over there, he's already blown it.

Little grenades keep hitting the ground all over the place, and I wonder if Callaghan has multiple helicopters. That would not be good.

Speeding onto the freeway, I yelp and swerve as a grenade hits a couple hundred feet away from my car. I nearly drive off the ramp and shrapnel hits the windows. Thankfully, none of them break, but I need to be on the lookout.

I drive faster, pushing the speedometer to ninety. There's only a few other cars on the road, so I probably won't hit any of them. I still need to be careful, though—I don't want to cause a multi-car collision.

I'm about halfway to the bridge now, and grenades keep landing only a few hundred feet from my car. There's no doubt about it—Callaghan is trying to hit me. I have to get out of this car ASAP.

As I drive along the road overlooking the ocean, a grenade suddenly lands around fifty feet away—the closest shot yet. I scream and swerve so violently that the car topples sideways into the bay.

The car sinks rapidly, and I wrestle Honey out of the passenger seat as the vehicle fills with water. We're not quite out of air when I slam my shoulder into the window, smashing it but also getting my shoulder and face pretty cut up. I shove Honey out the window, then squeeze through. My dad bod is not helping—I get stuck for several seconds, but I manage to pull myself free and swim upwards, clutching Honey's limp body.

When we break the surface, I don't see any helicopters, so I assume Callaghan is gone, having accomplished the mission of taking the car out. I drag myself and Honey back up the slope to the road, then collapse, checking both of us for injuries. My shoulder is bleeding copiously, so are several cuts on my face, and there are a few smaller cuts on my stomach where I squeezed through the window. Other than that, I feel okay. Honey seems alright, apart from the fact that she's still uncons—

Suddenly, my wife's eyes flutter open.

"Tadashi?"

"Honey!" I exclaim, scooting over to her and cupping her face in my hands. "Oh my gosh, are you okay? Just letting you know, you've been unconscious for the last week and a half and San Fransokyo is being bombed and I just accidentally drove our car into the bay, I'm sorry this is so much to take in but I can't think of any other way to do it—"

"Dashi," she says, cutting me off. "It's okay. But you're bleeding! What happened?"

"I broke the window when our car went into the bay—but I'm fine! We have to get to our kids, Honey, I sent them on ahead because I didn't want them in the car—"

She sits up, wincing. "Alright, I'm coming."

"I'll help you," I say immediately, helping her up and putting an arm around her shoulders. I start to limp up the road, knowing that I have to get to the bridge. My kids are there, and I'm not letting them get hurt.

When we crest the hill, though, I see a bright flash of light, and I know that something much larger than a grenade has exploded.

"Honey, get down!" I scream, flinging myself to the ground and forcing my wife down as well. About two seconds later, a hot, sharp wind slams into me, and suddenly I'm tumbling back down the hill toward the road.

I slam into the asphalt, and all the wind is knocked out of me as the blast passes. I lay on my stomach, gasping for air, and then tentatively raise my head.

I'm covered in dust, so is everything else, and I can barely see, the air is so thick with ash and smoke. I'm scratched up pretty much everywhere and I can feel bruises forming all over my body. I don't feel any broken bones, though, so that's good.

Rolling over, I scan the area for Honey. She's about fifty feet away, and I struggle to my feet and limp over to her, my knee almost giving out. Great. It's probably sprained, but at least I can put some weight on it. I collapse to my knees next to my wife, cupping her face in my hands again.

"Honey…what was that?" I whisper. "And are you hurt?"

"It was a bigger bomb than a grenade for sure," she whispers, coughing. "I'm all right, Dashi. Just a little banged up. What happened to you? Are you okay?"

I rub the back of my neck. "I think my knee is sprained—I can't run, Honey. But other than that I'm okay."

Honey nods. "Good. Dashi, we have to go find our kids—they don't know what to do in this kind of situation."

Panic starts to set into my shocked brain. "Let's go!"

As we help each other limp up the hill again, I can see devastation and destruction covering most of the city—but it's not as bad as I thought it would be. Most buildings are damaged but still standing. There's a few right around the center of where the blast was that are totaled, but the city hasn't been completely destroyed. I hope that was the biggest bomb Callaghan had—then he couldn't do any worse damage. Of course, a lot of smaller bombs would be bad too.

I can hear cries of pain and fear as Honey and I make our way to the bridge. I feel bad for all these people—as soon as I know my kids are safe, I'm going to come back for them.

Gazing out at the landscape, I suddenly see, far off in the distance, a helicopter. I wonder if it's the one with Callaghan in it. If it is, then that would mean Hiro and Baymax didn't take it out—

Oh my gosh.

Hiro.

HIRO

When I open my eyes, all I see are stars and the blurry outlines of buildings. My whole body hurts and I can barely breathe—smoke is filling the air. My head feels clouded and fuzzy and kind of like I just got run over by a truck.

What happened?

The last thing I remember is the explosion. A huge flash of light, then falling, then darkness. I don't know how high up Baymax and I were, but it was pretty high.

I sit up painfully, rubbing my head and letting out a faint groan. There's a gash on my forehead, bleeding all down my face and even dripping onto my shirt. I don't think I'll bleed out, but it really hurts. I press my hand against the wound as I assess the rest of my body.

My hip is throbbing, still broken. I ignore it—it's inevitable that it would be injured in a situation like this. I'm not that worried about it. I'm a lot more concerned about the pain in my chest and sides. I pull up my shirt, examining the injured areas. As far as I can tell, there's deep bruising on my sternum and ribs, but I don't know if it goes to the bone. There and my head are where the worst pain is, but I'm not going to get started on the scrapes and scratches all over my arms and legs.

I struggle to my feet, my hip protesting. My back aches, too—hopefully I haven't bruised any vertebrae. That wouldn't be good.

Clutching my ribs, I start to limp across the street, eventually coming to Baymax. The robot's armor is broken, pieces littering the street, and his white vinyl body is streaked with black. I'm sure I look the same way.

Kneeling next to Baymax, I try to wake him up. It shouldn't be hard to activate him—I wince or gasp or say "ow" under my breath every time I move.

When that doesn't work, though, I open the hatch on the back of Baymax's armor—the breastplate is still intact—and press a couple buttons, noticing how bloody my hand is. There's a lot of blood coming from the cut on my forehead. I struggle not to pass out or throw up as I try to turn Baymax on.

Finally, Baymax's eyes open. "Hello, Hiro."

"Hey, Baymax," I rasp, my voice hoarse and scratchy. "How bad is the damage?"

"My thrusters are broken, and so is most of my armor. My healthcare database and scanning, however, are fully functional, and I am capable of movement. I will scan you now."

Baymax's scanner whirs. "Scan complete. My scan indicates that you have sustained significant epidermal abrasions, as well as a bruised sternum, three bruised ribs, and a deep laceration on the frontal portion of your cranium. I will stitch your forehead back together if you will give your consent for me to do so."

"Okay, I guess," I say weakly. "Can we numb it first, though?"

"Yes," Baymax says. "May I ask you to lay down? It will be easier."

"Where…?"

"Anywhere."

I lay down on the street, which is really uncomfortable. Baymax cleans the gash up and smears a numbing cream over my forehead, then pulls out a needle and surgical thread. He stitches the cut back together—five sutures, which isn't that many—and pulls me to my feet.

My hands fly to my temples as a violent head rush comes over me. "Owwww."

Baymax blinks. "Are you alright, Hiro?"

"I'm okay," I groan, still massaging my forehead. "Head rush. Where's Callaghan? How long was I out?"

"My scan shows that you were unconscious for forty-two seconds, indicating a mild concussion. This is not a serious injury and you will be able to return to full activity within forty-eight hours. For now, I will carry you to minimize movement of the cranium. I advise that you take medicine such as ibuprofen to alleviate your headache and pain from your other injuries."

Baymax holds out two small capsules. I take them and throw them in my mouth, then motion for Baymax to squirt some water for me. After the Advil, my headache starts to lessen and so does the pain in my chest and side.

Feeling better, I decide we should probably go find Professor Callaghan and see if he's still got a helicopter with bombs in it.

"Can you scan for Callaghan, Baymax?" I ask.

"Scanning now. Scan complete. Professor Callaghan is located nearby. He has landed his helicopter next to the café. My scan shows that he is still in possession of several grenades, and I can infer that he plans to throw them at your home. I am not sure what the best possible course of action is at the moment."

"Let's go there," I say immediately. "We've gotta stop him. But wait—can you scan for everyone else?" I have to know if my family is okay."

"I will scan for them. Scan complete. Megan and Cassandra are assisting civilians in the evacuation procedures and Evangeline, Tadashi Jr., and Treven are located near the bridge. Tadashi and Honey Lemon appear to be on their way to meet their children."

Baymax always uses the names printed on our birth certificates. It's a little annoying. We never call Teddy "Tadashi Junior." That would be stupid.

"My scan also shows that Honey Lemon has returned to full consciousness," Baymax says, sounding mildly surprised. "She has made an excellent recovery. But she and Tadashi are both injured, and so are their children. Megan and Cassandra do not appear to be injured worse than epidermal abrasions."

"She's awake?" I gasp, astonished. "Wow, I thought it was gonna be a while."

"Yes, that is what the doctors said. But she is awake. Do you wish to go to the café and confront Professor Callaghan without alerting your family members?"

"Yep," I say firmly. "I don't want them to get hurt. It has to be me."

"I will carry you," Baymax says. "You are not at your full physical capability, and walking long distances will be quite strenuous for you." He scoops me up, despite my protesting.

I sigh and relax. My head does still hurt.

It takes us around ten minutes to make it back to the café. As it comes into view, I struggle out of Baymax's grasp and stand shakily, ready to face Callaghan.

But there is no helicopter, only a piece of paper taped to the door. I yank it down and read it.

Meet me at the bridge.

Their lives are almost over.

And I am not who you think I am.

Choose now.

I'm hyperventilating. This doesn't make any sense. What does he mean, he's not who I think he is? Does he mean he's not really Professor Callaghan?

But if he isn't…who is he?

Whoever he is, he's dangerous, and my family is in trouble.

I have to go save them. And I have to go without Baymax, because his thrusters don't work. But mine do.

"Try and follow me, okay, buddy?" I ask Baymax. "We're gonna need you at some point."

Baymax nods. "Be careful, Hiro. Professor Callaghan is dangerous."

"I will," I tell him, pushing the button on my thrusters. They power up and I shoot into the sky, ready to rescue my family and bring Callaghan to justice.

Whatever it takes.