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Hiro's P.O.V.

I panicked. I really did. But it was only internal, for some reason. For the first time in my life, I did nothing. I just stood there, staring. Well, it wasn't the first time. I stared at Tadashi's tombstone for a long time, too.

But this one . . . this one was different.

I eventually snapped out of the trance I had be put in, and threw open the door.

"NURSE!" I screamed. "WE NEED SOME HELP IN HERE!"

I've always wanted to say that.

Three nurses came running. Dead sprints. I wasn't sure I'd ever seen an adult move that fast.

"What in God's name-" one whispered.

"Get the kid out of here!" One ordered the others, pointing to me.

"Honey," the second nurse said, holding a frail hand on my shoulder. "You need to go wait in the lobby now. We don't want you to get hurt."

I nodded, not really comprehending. I was focused on the other two nurses scrambling around the bed, calling for help, unwiring old tubes and rewiring new ones.

The nurse gently pushed me out of the room, and out into the hallway. I saw Honey Lemon holding open the door to the lobby.

I walked up to her, pushed past, and kept walking. Through the lobby, the front doors, and onto the sidewalk out front. I could hear the others walking after me.

"What happened, Hiro?" Honey Lemon asked.

"Dude, come on. Don't leave us hanging." Fred whined.

I kept walking. I walked and walked, not really caring where, but I knew the others had stopped following, because now I was in complete silence. No cars drove by, no people outside, not even a dog barking. It was eerie.

I stopped at a four way stop, and listened. You could hear cars in the distance now, but they weren't anywhere near. Not even close.

"Nice to see you, punk." A voice said behind me. I turned.

"How'd you get out?" I squinted. It was hard to see him through the darkness, but I could recognize that voice from anywhere.

"Oh, it didn't take very much. Just a few attempts, and then a few fights. I managed."

I almost screamed for help. A criminal who just broke out of jail was standing right in front of me, and I almost screamed for help. Great. Just great.

"What are you doing out here by yourself?" He asked, like it was a normal thing, or whatever.

"I hate you," was all I could muster. Anything else I said would probably turn into something completely irrational.

I saw something move out of the corner of my eye, but it didn't seem mean. Or at least, something I should get ready to fight.

"Hiro!" Gogo screamed, throwing a disk.

I ducked, and got a good look. The others were all standing there, suited up, including Baymax.

"Get outta there, man!" Fred yelled, putting on his helmet.

I took a step backward, but no more. I didn't have time to go any farther.

The man caught the disk in one hand, the other clasping a metal can. I tried to read the label.

"THE THICKEST SPRAY EVER MADE. WARNING: DO NOT INHALE. MAY CAUSE FAINTING SPELLS AND/OR DEATH. INGREDIENTS-" I read, but got cut off.

He sprayed it right in my face.

Honey Lemon's P.O.V.

"Hiro!" I screamed, as the fog enveloped him. The gold mist was slowly circling him, as if it knew it's target. I could hear Hiro coughing and spluttering, and he soon disappeared through the thickness of the cloud. I started to run to help him, but Fred grabbed my arm. Dang, he's got a good grip.

"Don't do it, Honey." He begged.

I glared daggers at him, but he didn't let go. I had to pry him off to get him to, and when I did, I ran straight into the cloud.

"HONEY!" I heard everyone scream behind me, but I was apparently Hiro's only chance. No one else would've done this. Tadashi would be proud. I could practically feel him smiling down at me as I saved his little brother.

I pushed my way through the cloud, my helmet keeping the mist from my eyes. I'm glad I put that air tank in my suit the other day.

Hiro lay on the ground, his body unmoving. I wrapped my arms around his waist, attempting to pick him up, but failing considerably.

"I NEED SOME HELP IN HERE!" I screamed, but apparently they couldn't hear me; I got no answer.

So it was up to me. Great.

I picked Hiro up bridal style, and started walking blindly in one direction, occasionally stumbling under his weight.

We eventually made it close to the edge when I heard voices. They seemed to be everywhere. They surrounded me, just like the mist. They very well could've been part of the spray itself; swirling and consuming anyone who dared enter.

I couldn't do it.

I dropped Hiro on the ground, me falling alongside him. I felt like someone was grabbing my throat and squeezing. Gasping for air, I stood, using my knees as supports. I attempted to pick him up, but failed, again. I shook my head, my thoughts tossing and turning like a sea.

"Why hello," a voice behind me said. I turned around.

The unknown man was standing before me, paint can in hand, and was trying to make conversation with me. What was the probability of something getting suspicious? Very high, if you ask me.

"What's your name?" He asked, his voice echoing like the voices surrounding me.

"H-Honey . . . Honey Lemon, my friends call me . . ." I stood my grounds, ignoring the stabbing pain in my chest.

"That's a nice name." He said, observing me.

"Thank y-"

I went to thank the man for his consideration of my personal information, but quickly it went from thankfulness to regret, as he did the worst possible thing yet.

He brought a shovel from almost nowhere, and ZOOM!

He hit me in the side of the head.