A/N: This is a Tadashi!chapter. For every couple of chapters from Hiro's point of view, we'll have a review from Tadashi's point of view. Since Hiro was trapped, he doesn't know what's been going on in the real world, and he's still lost in his little dream land. So Hiro has the more skewed, dream like point of view while Tadashi sees the real world. So I'm going to ground the story every once in a while with a Tadashi!chapter. Either the next chapter or the one after that will be a Tadashi chapter.
[CHAPTER 6]
He's alive.
Tadashi could cry, he was so happy. Hiro was still alive. After a restless month of searching endlessly and praying for something, anything!
Tadashi had been an idiot. He should have known Hiro could take care of himself, but when he the science hall on fire, his brotherly instincts flared to life. He had to protect his baby brother, no matter the cost. He had to make sure he was happy and cared for and safe.
He ran towards the building, barely stopping to ask a woman if anyone was inside. Professor Callaghan, and a boy who had almost been trampled. Tadashi didn't waste another moment before running inside. He screamed for his baby brother, ignoring the smoke in his lungs. He had just caught a glimpse of Hiro when he was wrapped in a protective covered of microbots and he heard the building collapse above him.
The fireman had pulled him out during the first few days of searching. He hadn't needed a hospital, because the microbots had hardened under the weight of the building and kept him safe. Tadashi came hope to a teary eyed Aunt Cass and his insanely worried friends. Wasabi, Fred, and Honey Lemon were practically crying into his shoulder for over an hour.
Then he heard the news.
Hiro hadn't made it out.
Not yet.
The professor hadn't made it out either, but they expected to find him sooner because he was probably closer to the front of the building. Tadashi was worried sick for the both of them. Every day, he tried to offer his help to the searching firemen. They didn't accept his offers.
The only one who even spared him a glanced was one of the paramedics, Elizabeth. She was a bright eyed young woman, with neat brunette hair and a perky attitude. She tried to keep the environment light for her coworkers, even though they could possibly be searching for a person's remains instead of a person.
Elizabeth sat in the back of the ambulance and talked with him everyday. Eventually, Tadashi told her about Baymax, and she offered to let him test the robot in the field. So Tadashi brought Baymax to the site. Elizabeth was delighted.
Callaghan was found after another week. He had cleverly hidden underneath the stage. He had lungs damage and minimal burns, but he would live. He was released from the hospital after another week.
They still hadn't found Hiro.
Tadashi was a nervous wreck, and only Baymax could calm him. The white nursing bot had the footage from when Hiro first visited in the lab. Whenever Tadashi started to break down, Baymax played the video.
That's how Tadashi wanted to see his brother again. Alive.
He gradually stopped eating. Nothing made him hungry. Hiro certainly didn't have food, so why should he?
He felt silly bathing. Hiro was trapped under mountains of cement and metal and rubble, and he's just singing in the shower?
Going to school felt like a chore. Hiro would love this or that class, and why should he get to enjoy it when Hiro was trapped somewhere, probably terrified, possibly dead?
Gogo was a surprisingly good cook, and Tadashi wasn't going to be rude and refuse the invitation to her house. The group had chicken and fried rice, which was so stereotypically Asian that it wasn't. They all laughed and cracked jokes and watched scary movies until long after the sun went down.
They found Hiro three days later.
Almost a month had passed since Tadashi had been removed from the rubble. The sunlight had hurt, yeah, and the noise had been a bit overwhelming, but that was nothing compared to what Hiro went through.
The last piece of cement was pulled away, and Hiro just started gasping and shaking. His muscles were spasming, and his mouth opened in a soundless scream. Instantly, the paramedics started discussing how to fix the problem. Baymax just calmly toddled forward and scooped Hiro into his arms. He explained the sensory deprivation to his creator, and Tadashi offered up his iPod to distract the thirteen year old.
Baymax put some gentle classical music on and slipped the headphones into Hiro's ears. He covered the boy's bright brown eyes. Almost instantly, Hiro began to calm. His mouth twitched in a voiceless question, and Baymax began to further explain the effects of being sensory deprived to the paramedics. Elizabeth offered the ambulance as a quiet, dim safe place.
Tadashi watched his brother, barely paying attention to anything else. The other paramedics tried to pull Hiro from Baymax to move him into the ambulance, but the thirteen year old wasn't having any of it. The medics hastily retreated, and Hiro took big, gasping breaths. His fingers came up and began to feel Baymax's chest as Tadashi stated on in confusion.
What is he doing? Is he okay?
Hiro seemed to relax even further once he recognized Tadashi's chip, though that made no sense. Baymax drew the boy's attention away from the chip and brought him to the ambulance. Elizabeth soon disappeared inside, and Tadashi waited anxiously just outside the doors.
Ten minutes later found the medics and Tadashi sitting quietly inside the ambulance, watching as Hiro made weird sounds and twitched. His feeble humming filled the tense silence and made it indefinitely worse. They arrived at the hospital, and Tadashi followed his baby brother being wheeled away with sad eyes.
Soon, the doctor came to talk to Aunt Cass, who had arrived by then. They would be allowed to visit soon, but probably not today or tomorrow. Aunt Cass nodded solemnly and drove them home. Tadashi was in a daze ever since they found Hiro, and he was still in a daze as he meandered up the stairs to their bedroom.
He had cleaned Hiro's side of the room. At first, he'd been afraid to even touch it. Touching it would disturb what was left of Hiro, all that he had now. But then, he decided that he wanted to hear Hiro's voice again. He wanted to hear Hiro yelling at him about how it was his side of the room and he wasn't supposed to touch it and it was organized chaos and he had a system. Tadashi wanted Hiro to scream at him for a good half hour before he finally just began to sulk and would go about messing everything up again.
Tadashi wanted to come home the next day and find his side of the room a disaster, with wrappers on the bed and chips on his desk and his laundry all over the floor. He wanted to find Kool-aid in the shower and his files all renamed dirty things on his computer. He wanted to find that his new screen on his phone was some cheesy kitten.
He wanted to hide a small smile as he found Hiro's pranks right before he'd go yell at him. He wanted to have a chance to prank Hiro back, putting salt in his toothpaste and sticking his hand in warm water after he fell asleep.
He cleaned Hiro's room. And nothing happened.
There were no little brothers filled with righteous anger or lame pranks all over the house. Instead, Hiro was in the hospital, but Thank you, Jesus, he was alive.
Tadashi slowly sank down on to Hiro's bed. He buried his face in his hands and began to sob and giggle hysterically.
Alive.
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Aunt Cass was allowed to visit Hiro first, since only one person could see him at a time. She stayed until the end of visitor hours, but she promised Tadashi he could see his baby brother the next day. They went home and Tadashi tried to think of something to say.
The next morning was Saturday, and Tadashi dressed casually to go see his baby brother. The doctor warned him that Hiro was having some sort of memory problems, but Tadashi pushed forward anyway. He took a deep breath and pushed open the door. Instantly, he noticed how dark the room was. The curtains had been opened, but the blinds were still tightly closed. The lights were off, and all the sounds from beyond the room muted.
Hiro laid in the middle of the hospital bed, looking tinier and paler than normal. The bed seemed to swallow him whole, and the pillow engulfed his little head. His hair looked too long, and his face looked too thin. The oxygen mask almost covered half of his face.
He seems so small...
At the sound of the door opening, Hiro drowsily opened his eyes, blinked a few times, and looked to his visitor. Hiro's eyes widened, and Tadashi gave his best brotherly smile.
"Hey, knucklehead."
A/N: I'm a crazy sadist. Get over it. *smirk* Sorry Tadashi's point of view was kind of lame. I find it really childish when people go back and rewrite their scenes, except from the POV of a different character. If you're going to change the point of view, actually offer a different perspective for keep the story going. So we see what was actually happening while Hiro was trapped, and we get to see a little of what happens after he gets to the hospital.
Sorry if it seems kinda derpy. I wrote this in short bursts during algebra, French, and lunch. I figured I owed you guys two chapters. I just don't feel like I update enough. Which brings me back to my new writing schedule. I will be updating each of my four current stories every two weeks. You guys will probably get the hang of it once I start actually following the calendar. These chapters were supposed to be posted Friday, and I'm supposed to be working on Fallen today. Ugh. The things I do for you people. *smile*
QUESTION OF THE UPDATE! Do you play any sports, and if so, which one(s)? I play volleyball. I played in a league in middle school. We placed 3rd for our division in 6th grade and 2nd for our division in 8th. Ah, good times. The freshman team refused to let me play because they wanted someone who was "trainable." Which is a load of BS, but I wasn't going to say that to their faces. I'll tryout again someday. *le sigh*
