A/N: I finished two chapter today, so the rest of the author's not will be at the end of the next chapter. Guess what?! I figured out a writing schedule that kinda works! I'm trying to update at least one of my stories every three days!
And, sadly, I was deceived and will not be getting my braces off today.
I also want to apologize for the crappiness of this chapter. Filler sucks.
And please don't forget to vote (on my profile) for whether I should start a new story or not. The poll will be taken down March 14th!
[Chapter 5]
Hiro's breathing immediately began to slow. Baymax's voice box rumbled comfortingly inside of his chest as he addressed someone that the thirteen year old couldn't see. He couldn't make out the words, but the vibrations were reassuring and nice. The white nursing bot had also turned on his heat core, which regulated Hiro's body temperature and made him feel comfy. If Baymax was here, then everything would be fine, and the team was probably safe.
His heart still beat unnaturally fast because there was still light and touch and smell and sound and oxygen, but he would live. Why was he in that dark place to begin with? How had he gotten there? How long had he been there?
More hands came to touch him, and the boy tried to shriek and move away from their touch. Baymax spoke again, and the hands went away. Hiro weakly curled into the robot. His fingers twitched up and began to map out the vinyl chest. Eventually, he reached the compartment where Baymax's chips were stored. He pressed into the white plastic and felt the thin doors give him entry. Tadashi's chip sprang forward, and Hiro let out another relieved breath as he ran his fingers along the edges.
Tadashi's here...
The 'dark chip' was gone, the one that gave Baymax the ability to fight and protect. Hiro frowned. Who took it out? Was that why Baymax wasn't wearing his armor? Then who was backing up the team? Had the chip just been damaged?
Baymax's voice box rumbled again, and the thirteen year old realized he was being addressed. He pulled his hands away from Baymax's chip compartment and felt the mechanisms slide the doors closed again. Questioningly, he tilted his head towards the robot's face and tried to ask what was going on. A small croak escaped him before he started coughing.
Everything ached. His chest burned, and his throat was sore. His leg was so numb it hurt, and he could feel the blood dripping to the pavement. His back was stiff, and his head pounded. But he honestly never wanted to lay down again.
Baymax slowly began walking. Before long, the duo had moved to a dark, quiet place. Baymax gently removed Hiro's head phones and uncovered his eyes. They were in an ambulance. Hiro relaxed against the white nursing bot's arms and stared up at him. Everything was still too bright, and all the blinking and beeping things in the ambulance were worsening his head ache, but he tried not to think about it.
"Hello, ," Baymax said softly, in almost a whisper. Hiro frowned.
?
"We plan to give you a medical examination. Do we have your permission to do so?" The nursing robot asked. Hiro nodded slowly. "May I call in a paramedic? I will ask them to speak quietly and refrain from making much noise or movement. Your vitals are slightly unstable."
Why can't you take of me yourself, Hiro wanted to ask, but he didn't. Instead, he nodded submissively. Baymax knew what was best for him. Baymax could take care of him.
Baymax is here.
Baymax used an internal transmitter to call in a paramedic. The woman quietly slipped into the cab and came from the front seat so the sunlight from the back doors wouldn't disturb the thirteen year old. She moved slowly and carefully, noticing how Hiro eyed her warily and breathed heavily.
"Hello, Hiro," she whispered. "I'm Elizabeth, but you can call me Lizzie if you like." She kept whispering softly to him as she went through her examination, testing his eyes, ears, breathing, and pulse. "Your family was really worried about you. They were a mess. Let's try to get you three back together as soon as possible, kay?"
Three?
"Do you have a history with asthma?" She asked as she held the stethoscope to his back. He nodded slowly; he felt so tired and weak... "Do you know if you've had any attacks recently?" He shook his head. "Alright. I'll be sure to check you file when we get to the hospital then."
Hospital-!
Hiro panicked and immediately tried to escape the ambulance. No doctors! No! His mind screamed at him. Ever since the accident with his parents, he absolutely despised doctors and their sterile work spaces. And the last time he was in a hospital was after Tadashi died and the explosion had given him a concussion. He was not about to go back!
" , please calm down. You will aggravate your injuries," Baymax called and held Hiro in place. No! Stop calling me that!
"Hiro, please!" Elizabeth pleaded. "Please, you're going to hurt yourself! Baymax, I have to ask you to restrain him- Hiro! Hiro, you have to stop! We- We won't take you to the hospital if you don't want us to!" Hiro went limp, but his breaths continued to come in short gasps. "Okay. Okay. You're fine! Hiro, you're okay. We're okay. Everyone's okay!" Elizabeth took a few deep breaths herself. "We need to get you somewhere a little more... comfortable. Baymax, could we take him to the Hamada residence?"
"That would be the most advisable solution. There, there. We will go home now, ," Baymax comforted and robotically patted the thirteen year old's head.
"Alright. Well then, let me finish checking you over. But, please, Hiro, just consider the hospital. Your leg is badly damaged, and it needs medical attention," Elizabeth informed him, as though he didn't already know that.
This time is different. I'm there because of me, not because or mom or dad or Tadashi. Is it... Is it so bad to go to the hospital?
Hiro frowned; what was he thinking?! He didn't like hospitals for a reason. All those annoying, patronizing doctors with their sterile instruments and little sharp objects. He didn't want those people anywhere near him! Especially if Tadashi wasn't going to be there to hold his hand and take care of him.
Tears filled Hiro's eyes.
What do I do?
Elizabeth began to panic at the sight of the misty eyed boy. "Hiro! Really, it won't be so bad! We'll get you pain medication, and a nice, quiet, dark room, and your family will come to visit as soon as you are ready!"
I need this, don't I? My leg will just get worse, and I'll have to invent a flying wheelchair... Except that'd be really cool... But I wouldn't be able to help the team anymore! I need to recover as soon as I can!
Hiro shuddered at the thought of going to the hospital, but he nodded his consent anyway. Elizabeth breathed a sigh of relief and finished checking him over. She instructed Baymax to put the headphones back in Hiro's ears and to cover his eyes again. The Nutcracker flooded the dark haired teen's ears, and he leaned against Baymax tiredly.
Elizabeth called the rest of the medics into the ambulance; everyone piled in just before the driver started the engine and began the drive to the hospital. Someone used the radio to contact the hospital. Someone else was going over the information Elizabeth had gathered. Hustle and bustle burst into life around the child, and it was familiar and exciting but scary at the same time. Baymax said something, and the volume died instantly. Hiro took deep, steadying breathes and tried to prepare himself for the hospital.
Everything will be fine. I'll go in, get fixed, and get out. Aunt Cass and the team will visit soon. Then I can go home and fix Baymax's armor. Something must have happened to it, right? Maybe I can upgrade Gogo's roller blades a little, and I know Honey Lemon is going to need to refill her chemical compartments soon.
As Hiro busied himself with his thoughts, he didn't noticed the extra person in the vehicle. The dark haired man watched the boy's lips moving with concerned eyes. Hiro's were twitching to build something or fix some other thing or maybe he just wanted to go bot fighting... A small hum bubbled up from the brown eyed child's throat, and he weakly reached out to hold Baymax's arm. He looked so small and fragile, and something was off about him.
He seems so lost...
The ambulance made it to the hospital, and in that time, Hiro had designed quite a few upgrades for everyone's suit, especially himself since he didn't seem capable of doing much. Baymax gently placed the thirteen year old in a wheelchair, and he kept his eyes closed as he rode to his room. Eventually, he heard a doctor lean down by his ear and tell him he could open his eyes.
It was a normal hospital room, if not a bit darker. The blinds and curtains were closed with the lights off, the noise from outside had been cut off somehow, and the sound had been turned down on all of the monitors. The bed rested at the wall perpendicular to the door, sitting against the center of the wall. The large window was on the right side of the bed, and a small, cherrywood bedside table sat on the left. The walls were a pale grey; the floors and ceiling were made of white tiles. Two green chairs sat in the corner across from the door. There was a vase of pink and yellow flowers on the bedside table, and there was a painting of a sunset on the right side of the door.
It's... peaceful.
Hiro stared blankly around the room as the doctor quickly pointed out the features and hooked him up to all those irritating machines. Distantly, he realized the pain was slowly ebbing away. The doctor said something about an X-ray and his family coming to see him after he tested. Hiro just nodded and laid back against the pillows. The doctor left again to take care of some things.
Hiro sighed and tiredly closed his eyes. The Nutcracker had switched to Swan Lake. Whose playlist was this? The boy reached up and followed the headphone cords to the small, outdated, achingly familiar iPod. This was Tadashi's iPod. Where did Baymax get this? Hiro had pretty much closed off his older brother's half of the room.
Did I really do that? It's hard to recall.
Hiro drifted off to the ballet playing in his ears.
A/N: Something I hate about transferring my chapter is that it automatically deletes anything starting with Mr. So I had to fix Baymax's lines. Which sucked.
