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Erika's P.O.V.
I waited in my bed until my mom came back, which felt like years in my head. I read and reread all of the signs in the room, even if I wasn't the slightest bit interested in whatever they had to say. I hopped back into bed after staring out the window, memorizing my surroundings using what little light was cast out upon the buildings nearest to me. Mom came in a few minutes after I had sat down, so I wasn't bored anymore.
Mom carried a tray full of food-Mac 'n Cheese, chicken nuggets, pasta salad (obviously for her), and two cafeteria cups. Each had lids, but I could tell which one was mine and which one was hers by the way the colors of the liquids shown through the caps. Mine was a medium Pepsi, and hers was either a Mellow Yellow, or a Sprite, since her cap was very clearish-yellow. There was also an apple and banana in a bowl.
"I hope you don't mind if I stay and eat with you. My shift's over; I just clocked out. I figured the other nurses could handle Honey and the other patients. Maybe after you're done, we can tell the doctor, and then he'll come in and tell us we can go home. You're injury wasn't that severe. It was just really deep. The stitches will hold up for a while anyways." Mom rambled, the bags under her eyes becoming increasingly bigger every second.
"Thanks, mom." I said. "I just really hope Hiro's alright."
She nodded, setting the tray down on her lap as she sat in the chair beside the bed. She handed me my plate of Mac 'n Cheese, then a plastic package holding a fork and knife, along with a napkin. She took one herself and began tearing the top. She never had trouble with opening things. I never got that gene. Aaron did.
I handed mom my napkin holder, letting her open it. In one swift movement, she opened it and handed it back. I took the fork out, laying the napkin and knife on the bed beside me, and began to eat the yellow shells. I got about halfway through in silence, when the door to the room opened.
Wasabi stood in the doorway, a faint smile on his face.
"Hello." said mom. "What can I help you with?"
Wasabi smiled at my mom. "I just wanted to come in and check up on her. Honey's doing just fine, thanks to you."
Mom beamed. She just loved when she did her job right every once in a while. But she didn't brag.
"I'm fine," I said, swallowing a mouthful of pasta. "Mom says I should be able to go home tonight."
Wasabi smiled. "That's excellent!"
I smiled. "What about Honey Lemon? Is she going to be able to leave tonight, too?"
Mom interjected. "Well, since she'd be coming home with me, I think the doctors would allow it. Plus, she's only got a concussion."
"Okay," I said. "Then let's go get her!"
I set my almost-empty plate on the bed beside me and jumped straight up. I couldn't wait to get home and start searching for Hiro.
Just then, someone ran to the doorway (Really? How many people have done that since yesterday?) Fred.
"Hiro's back!"
Honey Lemon's P.O.V.
I was bored. Even if Gogo and Fred were here, it just wasn't the same without Hiro. I'd gotten used to the fact that Tadashi wasn't going to come back, even if there was a slight chance with Erika's idea. But we wouldn't be able to succeed without Hiro. Having Tadashi come back from the dead and learn that his little brother was gone wasn't the way I wanted our reunion to start.
That's why I had to find him.
"Gogo." I said, waking her from the slight nap in her chair. She jumped.
"What now?" She grumbled. Man, I don't even wanna know how much sleep she's gotten in the past two days.
"I have to find Hiro." I said. "Tadashi would've wanted me to."
Gogo stared, indifferent, for what seemed like eternity. I was about to say something else, when she cut me off.
"He's gone, Honey."
I looked her in the eye. For the first time in my life, I saw who she really was. She wasn't that intimidating thrill-seeker I always thought she was. Well, she was, but not on the inside. She actually cared. I may have been a foot taller, but she really was intimidating. Her attitude was enormous, covering the whole room like a blanket, no matter what the situation.
Except this one.
She rose from her seat, wiped her hands on her pants, and walked out. Apparently Fred was about to come back from the cafeteria when she opened the door, because she almost bumped into him on her way out. I didn't think he was spying or eavesdropping on us, because his hands had bags of chips in them and his confused face was actually kind of cute the way his lopsided grin spread across his face, showing his crooked teeth and his hair was so messy and it looked so darn cute . . . What the heck? When did I ever think about Fred like that? Never. And I wasn't going to start now.
"Hey," he said, setting a bag of White Cheddar Popcorn-my favorite-on my lap. "I figured you'd be hungry."
He sat the four other bags he'd bought on the chair Gogo had just left from, and sat on the edge of the hospital bed.
"Why the stash of food?" I asked.
"Because," he said, smiling, "they didn't have anything good down there, except for these." He gestured to the bags.
I smiled. "You might wanna hide them in Erika's car for the time being, Fred. Or else they might as you to-oh no-eat them."
I busted up laughing at my own retarded comment, making him chuckle. I felt my face heat up as I laughed harder.
Then, Gogo came back into the room. The tears form earlier were gone, replaced by a smile.
"Guys, you might wanna come see this." She said, gesturing for us to come follow. I got up, and Fred pulled the thing that my IV was attached to, walking beside me down the hallway. I wanted to ask what she was so excited about, but she cut me off. Again.
"Don't freak out," she said, resting her hand on a doorknob. I couldn't see through the window in the door; it had been covered by some sort of paper. Then, she opened the door.
"Hiro."