y'all...i've just reached FOUR HUNDRED PAGES of Big Hero 6 fanfiction! i'm so happy-it's been a long, hard, beautiful journey with the hamada brothers so far. thanks y'all for viewing my stories even if they suck...and thanks to silvie for always reviewing!
i'm sorry this story was over so fast, i just couldn't think of any more to write and it was only ever gonna be a threeshot...but don't worry, i have big plans for my next projects!
next i'm going to begin The Road You Walk, an alternate sequel to Hurricane, where Tadashi never recovers from his broken spine and is confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life. But he's Tadashi...he's not giving up on life, no matter what, because he's still got a baby brother to take care of. I'm hoping the new story will turn out better than this one!
in around a month, i'm gonna post Christmas In Heaven, a Christmas oneshot where Hiro is missing Tadashi-and has to cope with a stunning medical diagnosis. Hiro is pretty sure life is just getting worse, especially with Tadashi gone. But a heavenly Christmas Eve experience gives Hiro the will to live again, knowing that Tadashi is always watching over him.
so i'm set up for a little bit with ideas, but if anyone has any more, i will DEFINITELY take them (provided they don't include sex, lgbtq+ ships, or karmiro). Thanks guys! Peace out!
The next morning, I'm woken up by a…chopping noise?
I open my eyes and discover a large helicopter sitting about a hundred feet away from us, evidently having just landed. Several people in orange and red uniforms are climbing out of it, and I wonder for a moment who they are before it hits me.
It's the Search and Rescue team!
I struggle to my feet and limp toward the helicopter, waving. The people in red suits rush toward me—they turn out to be paramedics, and the ones in orange are the Search and Rescue people.
A paramedic puts a hand on my shoulder, looking worried. "Are you alright, sir?" she asks, pulling out her first aid kit.
"I'm fine," I tell her. "Just fine. But you have to help my baby brother—he's over there, I think his leg is broken."
The paramedic insists on checking me over anyway, splinting my sprained ankle and patching up all my cuts and scrapes. Another paramedic, a man this time, wakes Hiro up, then splints his leg and bandages his head, as well as the smaller injuries. The paramedics lead both of us into the helicopter, putting Hiro on a stretcher and leading me over to a seat. Upon finding out that we were attacked by wolves, they call the forest rangers to be on the lookout for the wolves and test them for rabies. Hopefully we don't have rabies, either—but they'll test us as soon as we can get to a hospital.
The helicopter touches down at a hospital in Edinburgh, and the paramedics rush us into the ER for treatment. Neither of us have serious injuries, but they want to test for rabies and give us more permanent bandaging.
The Scottish doctors are all really nice, and they give Hiro a purple cast and two crutches for his broken leg. They proclaim that the treatments I used were quite effective and that I did exactly the right thing, so I'm glad about that. Maybe I can put it on med school applications.
The doctors patch us both up thoroughly, then give us the rabies shots—Hiro almost passes out at that part. He's deathly afraid of needles, and nobody knows why, since there's no trauma in his past connected to them. I have to squeeze Hiro's hand as the nurse gives him the shot—my baby brother whimpers the whole time.
Then it's time to do the rabies testing. But it's not just one test—they have to test our skin and saliva and even our spinal fluid. The doctors use even more needles for this, and I'm seriously worried about Hiro. He's death-pale for the duration of the testing, remaining so for at least fifteen minutes after the tests are over.
Finally, the results come back—we don't have rabies.
I breathe a huge sigh of relief. "So we can go home, right?"
"Aye," the doctor says in his thick Scottish accent. "But we've gotta get ya on a plane back home first. Don't worry 'bout the expenses, it's all paid for. Try an' make an appointment with yer normal healthcare provider when you get back, won't ya?"
"Um…aye."
The doctor claps me on the back. "Now, there's a good chap! Fare thee well, Mr. Hamada, an' don't get attacked by any more of them wolves!"
What seems like the whole of the medical staff escorts us out of the hospital, and soon we find ourselves on a plane back to San Fransokyo.
I squeeze my eyes shut as the plane takes off, terrified now that it might crash. I'm gonna have a fear of planes for the rest of my life.
Next to me, Hiro doesn't look any better—his face is nearly white and so are his knuckles, which are gripping the armrests of his seat so tightly I'm afraid he'll break something—either the seat or his knuckles.
"Hey," I whisper to my baby brother as the plane reaches the sky. "We're gonna be okay. This one's not gonna crash—there's not a cloud in the sky."
"But anything else could happen, Dashi! What if—what if we do crash again? And this time we don't make it out?" Hiro takes a deep, shuddering breath. "I'm scared, Tadashi."
"Hey, I'm scared too. But it'll be fine. I promise you that."
Hiro nods and relaxes slightly, remaining calm for the rest of the sixteen hours we have to fly. He falls asleep at around nine, exhausted.
We land at almost exactly midnight, and Aunt Cass rushes through the airport to greet us, pulling us into a huge hug and completely disregarding Hiro's crutches, which fall to the ground as she nearly strangles us both.
"Oh my gosh!" Aunt Cass exclaims as she pulls back, her eyes wide. "Tell me everything! What happened—how bad are you hurt? You don't have to work the café when we get back, you can go to sleep—Hiro, your leg! What happened to it? And your face, Tadashi—" She cuts herself off. "Let's just go back to the car and you can tell me all about it."
We head to our blue truck and drive back to the café, and it takes the whole drive and then some to explain to Aunt Cass what happened to us. Her eyes get wider and wider the whole time, and by the end, she's almost in tears.
"I'm so glad you're okay," she whispers, hugging us both again. "Go to bed—I'm sure you're exhausted."
I nod. "Good night, Aunt Cass. Love you."
Hiro mumbles about the same thing and we trudge upstairs, completely worn out. Both of us collapse into our beds after changing into pajamas—until Hiro comes over to sleep in mine. He's been doing this more lately, and I love it when he does. It reminds me of when Hiro was a toddler.
I stroke Hiro's hair as he falls asleep, humming a lullaby softly. We're home—I'm so, so happy to be back.
I'm starting to drift off when Hiro's whisper cuts through the silence.
"Tadashi?"
"Yeah, buddy?"
"Thanks for keeping me safe," Hiro mumbles. "When we were out there. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you."
"Aw, you're welcome. But I think you would have made it, Hiro—you're stronger than you think."
"Thanks," Hiro says sleepily. "Now…we should go…to sleep…"
I laugh softly. "For sure. Good night, Ototo."
A smile spreads over Hiro's face. "Good night, Nii-chan."