Hey guys! This is a one shot where the team gets in a car crash and Hiro is visited by Tadashi's angel form. Another dead Tadashi universe unfortunately. Contains some religious elements but not much. Hiro's perspective.

Thanks to Silvie and BH6Girl for reviewing! I'm glad you guys like it!

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I fight to keep my head from nodding as we drive along the hillside. We're almost back to San Fransokyo. Just Muirahara Woods and we're out.

"Pull over, Fred," Wasabi says from the front seat. "I'll take the wheel."

"I can make it," Fred yawns. "It's just a few more minutes…"

His head droops again and Wasabi catches him before he can smack his face on the steering wheel.

"Pull over," GoGo orders next to me. "You're dead on your feet."

"Fine," Fred grumbles, pulling the car over.

"Um, Fred?" Honey says worriedly. "That's the wrong side…"

The car rolls over the side of the cliff and everybody screams.

I fly out of the car the first time it bounces on its way down the cliff. I yelp and curl into a ball, trying to protect my head as I tumble down the hillside toward the mass of green below me.

I stop bouncing after a few minutes when I crash into a tree and cautiously look up to see whether I'm dead or not. Judging by how I feel, I'm leaning toward dead.

I lay on the ground for several minutes, trying to figure out what I should do. Call help? Who would I call? Where would I tell them to find me?

Stand up and look for the others? Bottom line: I don't want to get up.

So for now, I stay put. I pull out my phone and turn on the front-facing camera, using it as a mirror.

Sparks. I look terrible.

My face is scraped, bruised, and filthy, and my clothes are torn and muddy. Man, Aunt Cass is not going to be happy when she sees the state of my shoes. Those are probably the most expensive clothing I own.

I pull myself to my feet and try to walk. Pain throbs in my right leg the moment I put weight on it, forcing me to collapse back to the ground. I grit my teeth and stand up again, prepared for the pain this time, but that doesn't shield me from it.

My aching knee buckles two more times before I give up on it and fall back to the ground, hissing in pain and frustration. If I have to run on this thing, I'm dead.

No sooner have I thought it then I hear a low, foreboding growl from behind me.

I turn to see a mass of fur and limbs looming over me and bite back a yelp of terror. My first thought is a bear. But no—it's the Hibagon.

I scramble up and run, ignoring the pain in my leg and the branches tearing at my face as I go. I hear the Hibagon crashing through the woods behind me but don't dare to look back.

My foot catches on a rock and sends me sprawling in the mud. The Hibagon comes to a halt standing directly over me, saliva dripping from its jaws.

It growls menacingly, and I curl into a ball to protect my head, waiting for a possibly fatal blow.

But it never comes.

I raise my head tentatively to see that the area around me is bathed in golden light and that a glowing sword hangs above my head.

"What the…"

I get to my knees and see the sword's owner: a tall, masculine figure draped in white. A soft glow emanates from him, and shining, feathery wings extend from his back. The only thing that disrupts his angelic appearance is…is…

A black hat, emblazoned with a fiery logo, resting on top of his head.

I let my arms fall to my sides, my jaw dropping in shock.

"T-Tadashi?"

"You can't be here!" I half shout, pushing myself to my feet and staying there despite the pain. "You're dead! You've been dead for almost a year!"

"Hiro," Tadashi whispers. "It's me."

"It's not! You're not here…you're gone…you left me…" I fall back to my knees as tears stream down my face, unable to take the pain any longer. "You're not real," I sob. "You're not real."

"Hiro."

Tadashi's heavenly hand rests on my shoulder, squeezing gently. I look up.

"It's me."

"No…"

"It is, Hiro. I'm here. I'm real."

He crouches next to me, his hazel eyes level with my dark, chocolate-colored ones.

"It's really you?" I whisper.

He nods.

I throw my arms around him, sobbing into my brother's shoulder. He hugs me back. His fingers stroke my hair.

Just like it used to be.

Just like it will never be again.

Finally I pull away from Tadashi, not wanting to let go of the only proof I have that, at least for now, my brother is still here.

"So," Tadashi says. "How've you been doing without me?"

I discreetly wipe the remaining tears from my cheeks. "Not good."

His smile disappears. "Why?"

I look up at him as if the answer should be obvious. He was the only friend I ever had before I met Honey and the others. Since Tadashi's death, I've had no one to run to. No one to protect me.

In answer, I pull back my sleeve and show Tadashi the single, bloody line slicing across my left wrist. He gasps.

"Hiro," he breathes. "You did this?"

I nod. "I couldn't…when you died, I starved myself for weeks. I didn't want to die. But the only way to protect myself from the pain of losing you was to overshadow it with a different pain. So I started cutting."

Tadashi runs his thumb over my wrist, and I gasp. Wherever he touches, the skin seals over, leaving only a faint golden light behind.

I gape at him. "You have magic healing powers?"

He rubs his neck. "Sort of."

"Can you do the rest of me?"

"I'm not a god, Hiro. I have limits. Only once per visitation."

I cross my arms. "Well, couldn't you have done it on something that was actually hurting me?"

"This is hurting you. More than anything else. It's not helping. It won't bring me back. So stop."

He says it so sternly that all I can do is nod mutely.

We sit in silence for a few minutes until finally I ask, "Dashi, what's heaven like?"

He sighs. "I don't think I'm allowed to say much. But it's beautiful. All gold and white and crystal and glass. And the food is to die for." He notices the joke and snorts. "No pun intended."

I laugh too, probably the most I have since Tadashi's death. But it dies away quickly and we lapse back into silence.

"Do you want medical attention?" Tadashi asks. "You're pretty banged up."

"I thought you could only heal once."

"I can. But I also get heavenly Ace bandages."

He pulls out a piece of black fabric and grins. I roll my eyes playfully and extend my leg.

Tadashi puts heavenly bacitracin on my cuts and a heavenly Ace bandage on my knee and even tapes a square of heavenly gauze over the gigantic bruise on my forehead.

As soon as he's done, he says, "Hiro, you should get some sleep. You're going to need it tomorrow."

"I don't want to," I mumble.

"Why not?"

I look at the ground. "Because you'll be gone when I wake up."

"Oh, Hiro."

Silence.

"I won't be gone."

"I know," I say softly. "People keep telling me that you're not really gone, as long as I remember you." I trace circles in the dirt. "But it still hurts."

Tadashi puts his arm around my shoulders and we sit there in silence, staring at the stars, for the last few minutes I have with my brother. The fact that he was here but had to go back home again is almost as painful as losing him in the first place.

Tadashi stands up.

"I have to go now," he whispers, glittering tears shining in his eyes.

"No," I say softly. "Don't leave me."

Tears of my own prick at the back of my eyes.

"Hiro."

A hand gently tilts my chin up. Tadashi smiles sadly.

"I will always be with you."

The tears come in full force as I throw my arms around Tadashi.

"Last hug," I mumble.

"Last hug."

I don't know whether I fade into sleep or Tadashi fades into the sky.

But either way, the moment I close my eyes…

Tadashi is gone.

When I wake up, the first feeling I have is an overwhelming sense of hopelessness.

Tadashi is gone. My head throbs.

And sparks, it is hot.

My hoodie feels damp with sweat, so I slip it off and pull myself up on the tree next to me. The Ace bandage helps enough that I can at least stand, but I don't want to walk yet.

The sun has barely risen and I'm already sweating. It's just going to get worse as the day goes on.

After a few minutes, I suck it up and start walking. It hurts, but not bad enough that I have to stop. I just really hope I don't have to walk for long.

NINE HOURS LATER

Well, that didn't quite go as planned.

I finally collapse after many hours of walking, exhausted, parched, and sunburned. Not to mention hungry. I could really go for some heavenly chicken wings right now.

I lay on the ground for several long minutes, ignoring how muddy I'm going to be, especially since I took my shirt off hours ago because of the heat.

Wait.

Mud?

If there's mud, then there has to be…

Water.

I want water. I need water. But I can't find the strength to move. My stomach, arms and legs are all cramped beyond belief, I'm dizzy and nauseous, and my head feels like it's splitting open. I'll die if I don't get water—I stopped sweating a long time ago. But I also feel like I'll die if I try to stand up.

"Hiro?"

"Hey, Baymax," I mumble without thinking. "Wait."

I open my eyes to see Baymax leaning over me, blinking slowly.

"Baymax!"

I try to sit up, but the headache pulses against my skull and I fall back to the ground with a groan.

"I will scan you now," Baymax says. "Scan complete."

I don't even say unbelievable this time. I'm used to it by now.

"Your scan indicates that you have a thirty percent tear of the medial collateral ligament, a hematoma of point seven-five inches in diameter, various epidermal abrasions, and that you are suffering from heat exhaustion."

That explains why I feel so terrible.

Baymax picks me up, holding me like a baby, and I don't even object. I'm too exhausted, too hot, and in too much pain to care. Normally I would be yelling and thrashing like mad.

Baymax carries me for a few hours, one hand resting on my forehead as a cold compress. My temperature is up to 101.3.

I think I'm starting to go delirious when I raise my face to the sky and silently thank Tadashi for programming Baymax to be able to shoot water out of his fingers.

We find GoGo and Wasabi after several hours. The sun is almost directly overhead, so it must be…sparks. Noon. We've been out here for at least half a day.

"Wow, Hiro" is GoGo's first remark when she sees me. "You look horrible."

"Thanks," I mutter. "I have heat exhaustion."

"Is it contagious?" Wasabi blurts out, then covers his mouth as if trying to shove the words back in.

"It comes from heat, you big baby." GoGo elbows him. "You can't catch heat."

"Oh."

"And Hiro?"

"What?"

"Put a shirt on."

I blush to the roots of my hair.

GoGo looks at her phone. "Honey got a text through to me. She found your car."

Wasabi looks scared. "And?"

"It's totaled. But the air conditioning works."

My head snaps up. "Air conditioning?"

GoGo smirks. "Baymax, can you scan for Honey Lemon?"

"Scanning for Honey Lemon." Baymax blinks. "I have located Honey Lemon. She is two hundred feet away."

"Two hundred feet?" GoGo groans. "So we could have had air conditioning for the last seven hours?"

"We will go to Honey Lemon," Baymax says. He starts off into the trees. GoGo follows, leaning heavily on Wasabi's shoulder.

"Hello, Honey Lemon," Baymax says as we step into a clearing, where a young woman in a dress leans against the side of Wasabi's car.

"You made it!" Honey squeals.

She pulls GoGo into a hug, which GoGo does not return. GoGo isn't that type of girl.

"Is Freddie coming?" GoGo asks, popping a bubble.

"He's on his way," Honey replies. "He said he had something crazy to tell us…"

Thirty seconds later, Fred comes bursting out of the trees, yelling, "GUYS GUYS GUYS THE CRAZIEST THING HAPPENED YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHAT IT WAS I FLEW OUT OF THE CAR AND DOWN A CLIFF AND MINI MAX WAS TRYING TO SLOW MY FALL SO IT TOOK ME LIKE FIVE WHOLE MINUTES TO FLOAT DOWN ONE CLIFF AND I THINK I MUST HAVE BUMPED MY HEAD WHEN I HIT THE THE GROUND BECAUSE LIKE TWO MINUTES AGO I WOKE UP AND THERE WAS A TEXT FROM HONEY ON MY PHONE AND SHE SAID MEET YOU GUYS AT THESE COORDINATES AND I CAN'T BELIEVE WE'RE ALL ALIVE EVEN BAYMAX AND MINI MAX AND WAAAAAAAAAAAIT Hiro why are you not wearing a shirt."

Silence.

Then everyone bursts out laughing.

Honey manages to get a call to Aunt Cass and she picks us up from the woods. She drops everyone off at their respective apartments/mansions and then drives me back to the café.

"Aunt Cass?" I say as we drive down the road.

"Yeah, sweetie?"

"I saw Tadashi last night."

She smiles. "You dreamed about him? Oh honey that's so sweet…"

"No. I saw him. He visited me."

She parks the car outside the café. "Hiro, I want to believe you, but…are you sure it wasn't heat exhaustion? You were spouting nonsense when I picked you up."

I tap the Ace bandage on my knee. "He gave me this. And he told me about heaven."

Tears well in Aunt Cass's eyes, but she doesn't say anything else.

That night I hear her humming an old song, one she performed in high school. I only know one verse—one I learned after Tadashi died.

I'm going there

To see my brother

He said he'd meet me when I come

I'm just a going over Jordan

I'm just a going over home.

I smile to myself, thinking of Tadashi surrounded by white and gold and glass.

I'll meet you there.

There's no denying that the voice in my head is Tadashi's.

Don't worry, Hiro. I'm not gone. Not forever.

For now.