Hey, guys. Just wanted to let you know, I will not being writing for a while, what with all the extra school work from the snow days having to be done. It's horrific. But I promise, I will try to write as much as I can whenever I can. I'm having a little trouble with the storyline, but I think I'll manage. I hope you guys enjoy this next chapter.
Erika's P.O.V.
"Hiro's back!" Fred exclaimed, throwing open the door.
I practically felt my jaw fall out of place as I took in the news.
My mom asked for me, "Where is he?"
Fred pointed down the hall. "Down there and on your right. I can take you. I'm going back there in a few minutes. Honey wanted a few minutes alone."
"Honey's up?" I could finally conjure up something to say.
Fred nodded, his smile so big I'm not sure it could get any bigger.
"I'm going!" I announced, standing. My plate bounced on the bed-sheet, but didn't fall like I anticipated.
My mom sighed. "Fine. But be careful with your head, Erika." She was always so worried about me. Geez. "We don't want you to get in another accident."
For the first time, I actually looked at my mom differently from when the others got here. Every time I was left alone, or in their care, she didn't complain or worry. I know I'm obsessed with the movie, but I never thought someone like my mom would understand it. I have watched that movie more than 100 times, and have the entire script ingrained into my brain, but for my mom to trust me with them without question must mean . . . she's fallen in love with the movie, too. OMG! My mom is an adult-fangirl!
"Okay," I said, slowly making my way out the door. My mind was still trying to wrap itself around these thoughts. I shook my head to help clear it. "Let's go."
Hiro's P.O.V.
It all came back to me in a nanosecond. You can do this Hiro . . . Don't be afraid . . . No, be very afraid . . . You don't know what's behind that door? . . . What if it's a giant fire-breathing dragon? . . . But what if it's not? . . .
First, came the pain. It was almost unbearable, but not quite, unfortunately. Second, came voices. All blurry and distant, I couldn't understand. Then, came light. I must've opened my eyes at some point, but I don't remember telling myself to do so. But, oh well. Three people were crowded around me. I guessed one was a doctor, since he was wearing a lab coat. The other two looked familiar . . . but I just couldn't bring myself to recognize them.
"Hello, Hiro." The doctor greeted me. His voice was raspy, like someone had rubbed sandpaper against it. "Welcome to Webberville Methodist Hospital. We only need to make sure you're okay, then you can be on your merry way."
I tried to nod, but as I did, a sharp pain shot through my neck and head, making it feel like it was on fire. Great.
"Ow," I complained, and I was met with sympathetic looks from the others. I just couldn't figure out who they were. I could barely see anyways, and having to look out of the corner of my eye was only making it worse.
"Let's see," the doctor said once more, grabbing a clipboard from a table beside the bed (I think; I couldn't quite see). "Minor concussion, a few broken bones, but nothing too serious. It looks like as soon as we patch you up, we'll be able to sent you home." He turned to the people to my right, whom I still couldn't see.
"Looks like you two could take him home today, Mr. and Mrs. Hamada."
My heart stopped. My parents were here? I was told they died, and I remember seeing their bodies in the coffins, but here!? No, they couldn't be.
"No, we're not Hiro's parents." I heard a man say, then a woman say, "Right." as if agreeing with him.
"Really?" The doctor said. "Then where are the parents?"
"Dead." I managed to cough. "They're the ones who take care of me now." I knew it was true. I could recognize their voices from anywhere, which confused me since I didn't recognize them at first.
Wasabi and Gogo.
"Oh. I'm so sorry for your loss."
I smiled. "It's fine. I've learned to deal with it."
The doctor's smile returned, too. "Glad to hear it."
The doctor left, murmuring something about "getting the paperwork", lightly shutting the door after. I could move my head easier now, so I looked over at my friends.
Gogo flashed me one of her nice(er) smiles, while Wasabi laughed.
"How would anybody think I was your dad?" Wasabi said, chuckling. "We look nothing alike!"
"Maybe I inherited everything from Gogo," I said, laughing along with him. That earned us both a glare from said girl.
"Like I would ever have a kid." Gogo mumbled, rolling her eyes.
Then, the door opened again. Assuming it was the doctor, I didn't turn right away. But when Wasabi and Gogo's eyes widened in surprise and stayed in one position, I followed their gazes. Three people stood in the doorway.
Erika's mom, and Fred. And Erika.
Erika's P.O.V.
When I first walked in that room, I couldn't believe what I saw. Two minutes before I would've called you crazy if you told me Hiro was safe and just down the hall. I wouldn't have thought that Hiro would ever be safe again. But, this time, I was proven wrong.
"Hiro . . ." I said, but it came out in barely a whisper. I could feel a smile tugging at my lips, and I let it spread. Soon, Hiro turned from the two beside him, to the doorway in which I was standing. His smile was frozen into a smirk.
"Hey."
"Excuse me?" I said, not fully comprehending. "You were kidnapped, brought back, and the first time I see you again the first word you say to me is, 'Hey'?"
Hiro put his hands up in defense, but sadness covered his face instead. "I'm sorry it's not all you expected it to be."
I rolled my eyes, but in a playful way. There's no way I could stay mad at him for more than five seconds.
I walked beside the bed.
"What do you think?" Hiro asked, gesturing to the IV lines and other tubes that lead I-don't-even-wanna-know where. "Pretty stylish, huh? Yeah. I could probably start a new fashion line."
I sighed in amusement. "I'm sure you would."
Hiro laughed. "I still haven't gotten my welcome-back-from-being-kidnapped hug." He fake-pouted.
I took a deep breath, earning a laugh from the others. I had totally forgotten they were even here.
He fake-pouted even more, until I finally hugged. Everyone made really weird noises that I was gonna guess were mocking, so I shot them all a dirty look.