After a few minutes of deep breathing Hiro walked out of the room, Beymax in toe. They walked back to the receptionist desk in silence, when they arrived Hiro broke it. "Can you please call that doctor we talked with earlier?"
The same man typing away at his computer turned in the same fashion, pressed a few more buttons, "He should be on his way. How is you friend doing?"
Hiro pulled in a deep breath to the point he thought his lungs might burst, "She's dead." It came normally, but full of the air he just inhaled.
"I'm sorry to hear that." He looked like he wanted to say something else, but thought better of it and just remained silent. The doctor appeared after minute or two of waiting.
"Ah, it's you. How is your friend doing?" He looked down at some papers on a clipboard in his hands, his brow furrowing.
"She's dead, her heart stopped completely." How many times am i going to have to say it? It hurts bad enough already.
"I'm sorry to hear that, her case looked promising. I'll arrange for the morgue to take her." He crossed his arms at the wrist, staring straight at the boys mask. "And how are you taking it?"
"I don't think that is any of you concurrent." his voice steeled, hiding the pain that clawed at him heart.
"I'm asking because traumatic events can cause depression, especially in younger people like yourself. I hope that you realize you did your best and there was nothing you could have done to save her, it was her time." He was trying to sound counseling, that was obvious. But to Hiro the words felt like razors tearing at his heart.
"This is not the first time something like this happened to me. I'll be fine, know how to deal with depression. Now if you'll excuse me, i must go break the news to the rest of my team, and her other friends. Come on Beymax."
"Wait sir, doesn't she have any family?" The hiss of the doors opening in front of the two seemed to fill the air after his question.
"We where her family, she had no one but us and we let her down." The door hissed close behind him, and with it the conversation. The sound of Beymaxs thrusters filled the air and they disappeared into the midnight sky.
After some coordination,the gang met up at Freds house. They all sat around the large green couch in his room, the T.V. playing some newscast in the background. Everyone was waiting for the young genus to talk, but instead he sat awkwardly under their gazes, trying to lose himself in the broadcast. But all too soon Fred had spoken, "So, how is she? It has to be important if you wanted us all here together, so would you tell us already?" His normal calm attitude replaced by impatiens.
His head drooped to where he was looking at his hands folded in his lap, he still hadn't changed out of his suit and the visor helped him guard the pain filling his eyes. It was a long silence before he spoke, and when he did it was almost to soft for the group to hear. "She's gone." Unlike he thought, whispering it hurt just as much as yelling it at the top of his lungs that fact was the same.
"What was that little man, and why are you still in your armor?" The African American man said, he leaned forward on resting his elbows on his knees. Waiting intently to hear what they were brought here to hear. He idly rubbed his sore shoulder.
Gogo groaned and got to her feet, without so much as a 'may I?' she pulled off Hiros helmet, and found no resistance. Hiros face for the first time in hours felt the cool air, he wanted to cry, to scream and curse the wind. But he steeled his face as best he could. "There, now what is going on?" Hiro looked up at her, he must have let some emotion through his shoddy defensive, because when their eyes met she looked away.
"She's gone." Hiro said again, pain filled his chest everytime he had recited it that night, but right now it felt the worst, seeing all the looks of his friends directly at him. Gogo kept a stoic face, but Hiro new she was hurting inside, Honey put a hand over her mouth as if to hide a gasp that never came. Wasabi but a hand to his forehead and shook it in disbelief. Than their was Fred, who in the split second after he spoke switched from impatiens to disbelief, to sadness, finally settling on anger.
Attempts at words sputtered from his mouth, but nothing was close to disguisable. A silence hugged the air like a thick mist, only being cut by the soft voice of the news lady giving the weather for tomorrow. Hiro wanted to take his helmet back, to slam it on his head and run back to a time where he could have done something to stop it. I have to tell them. I can't keep it from them. He opened his mouth to speak, but the mist of silence was cut by Fred's voice, "you…" The first distinguishable word he spoke.
Hiro opened his mouth again to try and speak but before he knew what was going on, Fred at moved across the gap between them faster than Hiro had ever saw the lazy mascot move. He grabbed the smaller boy by the suit and lifted him a foot off the ground. "YOU DIDN'T SAVE HER!? HOW COULD BEYMAX NOT SAVE HER?!" He shook the smaller boy, as if the answers would fall out on the floor if he tried hard enough
No one else must have been expecting that because not one person moved, not even the ever vigilant Beymax who stood just a few feet away. "We. we t-tried. S-She bled out, her h-heart s-stopped." Unspent moans of sadness held in the back of Hiros throat, no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't let them suffice. Yet no matter how hard he tried, they were still there.
"YOU COULD HAVE DONE SOMETHING?! ANYTHING TO SAVE HER?!" Two slender arms came in between them, pushing them apart. But Fred held an iron grip on Hiros clothes. "YOU SHOULD HAVE TRIED HARDER!" It was the most angry Hiro had ever seen him.
"Alright, would you too break it up?" Gogo threw her shoulder into trying to pry the very angry man from the small boy. "I'm sure they tried everything they could. Fred just sit down and breath." She grunted with the effort she was putting in, but all of it was for not. "Little help here guys?"
The large african american man, still slightly suspended in disbelief came up behind Fred and bear hugged him from the back, slightly lifting him off his feet. The mascot was pulled off Hiro, who dropped a solid two feet, and dropped onto the couch. Where he immediately broke down Into tears, mumbling things along the lines of 'no, she can't be gone'.
Hiro himself back onto the chair he sat in, he held back the urge to scream back at him. But now was not the time to kick the broken man while he was down, instead he placed a hand on Gogos should as she crossed her arms and stared down the crying mess. "There's more. We got for her awake right before she dies. She said 'tell Fred Goodbye'." That's not the whole story and you know it. You have to tell someone, you can't keep this hidden. He tried to speak but couldn't find the words to say. So instead instead he muttered under his breath "that's where where the happy news ends."
This chapter is only ending here because I have to sleep at least a little bit. I wanted it it to go for for the whole talk but I will just put out that at at the at the start of of the next chapter, which is thin is going to be the last I don't know if yet. Also 10 points to you if you can find that underlining almost Disney like lesson.
Guest: nice to see some different people posting reviews. anyway I'm kinda sad she died too, she has been around since the end of the beginning.
Th3Ph4nt0miz3r:Ya, i'm really heavily debating going back and changing a few things. Ya, he cared more about Hiro insulting his daughter than him. She's gone, and it kinda hurts, but that's what loss is. *bows head*. Thanks…. i love virtual cookies and i mean i have to take Lemon, because honey lemon. You can have the others back, that makes three cookies for you :)