It was eerie. Even Fred didn't have anything to say. The silence was broken only by Cass and Baymax, the former occasionally requesting status updates from the latter. One of the best things about having Baymax around was that Hiro didn't require a several-night stay in the hospital. But having Hiro recover in his own bed brought other problems as well. Mainly, having to sit there and watch him wince in his sleep every time he had to breathe, which is all the time.

It was just three ribs. It the grand scheme of things, it could have been so much worse. He could have broken something worse, pierced a lung, broken the back of his head. Three ribs was nothing compared to that, but still. The only reason he'd broken those ribs was because of Aria. And she just wouldn't let herself forget it.

And the worst part? Everyone else had had the sense to leave Hiro be and go home. Except for Gogo.

Aria was sitting in Hiro's desk chair, her knees pulled up to her chest, her chin resting on her knees as she stared at Hiro in his sleep. She could feel Gogo staring at the back of her head, it felt like a hole was being burned through her skull. She knew Gogo must've blamed her just as hard as she blamed herself, and the tense silence was killing her. She wished Gogo would just chew her out and get it over with!

"You can go ahead and say it, you know," Aria said quietly, without looking up. "We're both thinking it, I know you wanna go ahead and say it. Just do it. You can't make me feel any scummier than I already do." There was a long pause, before she heard Gogo sigh.

"Alright. You need to calm down. This isn't your fault."

"I know! I know, and I'm….wait, what?" She spun to face Gogo, shock written clearly across her features. "I…expected you to bitch me out…"

"What, do you want me to bitch you out? Cuz I could, there's plenty of other things I don't particularly like about you." She was leaning against the desk, scowling slightly. But it wasn't her usual scowl. It was softer; Aria could tell how worried she was about Hiro. "But this isn't one of them. Look I know you feel guilty; just look at your face? You look like a goddamn puppy dog." She motioned to Aria, who cocked an eyebrow. What was that supposed to mean? "But you need to woman up and stop moping. Hiro did this to himself."

"But if I hadn't-"

"Look, if you hadn't shown up in the first place, Hiro still would have weaseled his way into fighting Ome. That's just the sort of person he is. He's hell bent on sticking his nose where he shouldn't. And besides," she crossed her arms, shaking her head slightly, "there was no way in hell he wasn't gonna try and catch you. He's so obvious." She smiled slightly, looking down. "He's just like his brother." Aria opened her mouth to say some snappy retort in response, but she had nothing. What did Gogo mean, 'he's so obvious?' The butterflies in her stomach seemed to wake up at that comment.

"Tadashi?" Aria ended up asking. Gogo nodded.

"Always trying to protect people. I couldn't tell you how many times Tadashi would come to class dead tired because he was out all night, trying to keep Hiro out of trouble in the bot fighting circuit. Or how worried he'd get when I'd use the industrial whetstone. I'd used it a hundred times, and still, every time I'd turn it on, he's watch me out of the corner of his eye, all worried. Dumbass." Even though she was insulting Tadashi, Gogo was still smiling. It was slowly dawning on Aria that perhaps there had been something going on between the two before…well, before everything that happened.

"I bet you never put Tadashi in the hospital before," Aria said, looking back to Hiro. His chest was rising and falling shakily, and he was wheezing slightly with each breath. It killed her inside to see him like this.

"I did punch his nose in once, when we were both freshman," she said. "You wouldn't have known, but his nose had this little hump in the bridge; that was me." She then made a sound Aria had never heard from her before; she laughed. It perplexed her almost as much as the fact that Gogo was not currently yelling at her, but instead talking to her like a normal human being. This seemed too surreal.

"You're not usually this nice to me," she pointed out hesitantly, glancing at Gogo sideways. "This is the perfect opportunity for you to yell at me, and you're not? …Did you get hit in the head really hard or something?" Rolling her eyes, Gogo straightened up, and walked over to Hiro, sitting on the bed beside him.

"Hiro's like this annoying little brother I can't help but care about," she said, setting her helmet beside her on the bed, and putting her hand over Hiro's on top of the covers. "He's stupid, and gets himself into these crazy situations, and I feel like I always have to come to his rescue. But…he's been so happy lately. Lively. Well, not now," she motioned to him, lying there, "but you know what I mean. And as much as I hate to say it, because you have been causing trouble…it's because of you."

"Me?" Aria squeaked, looking surprised.

"Duh." Standing, Gogo stretched, and grabbed her helmet. Just when Aria was getting comfortable with her presence, and just when she had more questions for Gogo, she was leaving. "If you can't see it, then I'm not gonna be the one to tell you why. Jeez, both of you are clueless as hell." She made her way to the stairs, saluting lazily as she went. "I'll see you tomorrow; I'm sure Honey and Wasabi will be here first thing."

"Wait, I-" but Gogo was gone. Aria stood up quickly, wondering if she should follow; she still had questions. What did she mean? Aria had been nothing but trouble, caused nothing but bad things, how was she making Hiro happy!? She was too confused, and she remained cemented to the spot. She didn't know what to do. Glancing at Hiro's sleeping form, she collapsed at the foot of his bed, her head in her hands.

"I don't know what to do," she said to herself quietly, and all was silent for a long while. In fact, it wasn't until Hiro shifted in his sleep some time later did Aria uncurl herself from the foot of the bed, looking up. "Hiro?" she asked hopefully, thinking he might have woken up. But he was still fast asleep. His face looked troubled, though. 'Probably from the pain,' she thought miserably. But before she could descend into another bout of self-loathing, Hiro spoke.

"Don't," he mumbled in his sleep. Aria's ear's perked up, and she circled the bed, to stand closer. "Don't hurt…her," he continued, shifting again. Her mouth hung open, unable to process what he was saying in his dream-riddled slumber, until he finally settled back down, drifting deeper into sleep, with one final word; "Aria…"

'Is he dreaming about me!?' she thought, covering her mouth with one hand. 'Why!? …Is he dreaming about the battle?' Of course, these questions would go unanswered, but she stood still for many moments, just staring. It wasn't until she realized how dead tired and sore she was, did she finally relent, and turned her eyes away. She was going to relegate herself to sleeping at the desk, but the thought of Hiro dreaming about her was still bumping around in her head. She couldn't clear her mind. And maybe that was why she wasn't thinking too straight, because she certainly wasn't in her right mind as she curled up beside Hiro on the bed, careful not to jostle him. Her arms only barely curled around his, hugging his right arm close. Like this, it was incredibly easy to fall asleep.

Too bad her dreams were filled with play-by-play reruns of what had transpired that day.