Chapter Summary: Tadashi's four friends visit a depressed, isolated inventor who wants nothing to do with them. Baymax is activated and tries to help him too.

Disclaimer: I do not own Big Hero 6 and its characters.

It was another afternoon at San Fransokyo. Tadashi stared out the window of his room which overlooked the street of his neighborhood. It was a beautiful day and he could see a cherry blossom tree blooming at one corner, as well as passerbys going to and fro without a care in the world. Yet, Tadashi felt no peace or joy from this beautiful day.

The young robotics student has isolated himself in his bedroom ever since that tragic accident; the day his entire world has been taken away from him. He could no longer feel any desire or motivation to return to SFIT and continue his studies. All he could do is sit in the empty room, alone, feeling gloomier and emptier as the days passed. He then heard his aunt's familiar, warm voice.

"Tadashi?" Aunt Cass gently called out to him. "Tadashi, your friends are here!"

Tadashi didn't move his spot from the window nor he looked up. However he replied in a monotone voice, "Right. Okay."

"Go right in," Aunt Cass gestured Tadashi's four friends from college into the bedroom.

Wasabi thanked her before cautiously approaching his friend. "Hey, Tadashi," he smiled.

Tadashi's expression became sullen and he crossed his arms. He seemed rather irritated than glad to see his friends and he kept looking out the window.

"Why did you come here?" he demanded.

"Well," Wasabi began, "we haven't seen you for a few weeks, so…"

"And now you've seen me," Tadashi snapped. His harsh tone made Honey and Wasabi uncomfortable, while Gogo just kept her distance. Silence filled the room.

Cass' head peeked out from the stairs. "Excuse me, I'm going to make some juice with muffins. Would you kids like some too?"

"Oooh, are they blueberry?!" Fred piped up. He always loved free food.

However, Tadashi spoke again. "Thanks, Aunt Cass, but there's no need. They were just about to leave."

Wasabi sighed and gave the woman an apologetic look. "Yeah… We stopped by drop off his homework."

"Oh. All right," Cass said. She looked disappointed and left them alone this time.

Gogo, fed up with Tadashi's icy attitude, stepped forward. "Okay, I'm really leaving. Who do you think you are, treating us like this?" she growled.

"Gogo," Wasabi groaned. Their visit isn't going smoothly as he planned and Gogo is making it worse for them.

"I didn't ask you to come here!" Tadashi said angrily, finally turning his head to look at his friends. He hasn't seen them since the funeral. Why do they have to be here, just to remind him what happened that day…

"We were worried, Tadashi," Honey said in a meek voice. "Ever since the accident, you've been—"

"Different? Completely changed? I've course I am!" Tadashi interrupted her. "What happened at the showcase hall was a bad accident and there was nothing I could do about it!" He was talking about the people who are gone like Professor Callaghan… and Hiro.

Tadashi glanced over to his brother's empty bed which remained untouched. Hiro Hamada's favorite hoodie jacket lay on the center, missing its young owner. Tadashi walked over to the bed and gently touched Hiro's jacket, trying to remember his brother wearing it.

"Even if my brother's no longer here, I'm going to keep his bed neat and orderly, and remember to keep his battle bot collections clean," Tadashi said softly. "I…"

He felt Wasabi's huge, comforting hand on his shoulder. Tadashi finally broke down into tears.

"I missed him," the inventor cried, his voice full of anguish.

Wasabi rubbed his friend's back as the others crowd againts him, to give him their support. "Tadashi, what happened was terrible, but you've got to be strong now."

"Nobody's ever going to forget Hiro, man," Fred said. "And nobody's asking you too."

Honey added, "But locking yourself in this room won't solve anything."

"Right," Gogo said, nodding. "You can't spend all your time like…"

"A recluse, Gogo?" Tadashi finished for her. He dried his tears and stared coldly at the smaller girl. Gogo wasn't intimidated.

"Bingo," she said. "I know how you feel about, Hiro… but what you're doing is unhealthy and an insult to his memory."

Tadashi's eyes narrowed and his hands formed into fists. "How… dare you! How can you say things like that?!"

"Yeah, you're kinda going overboard here, Gogo!" Fred quickly covered Gogo's mouth with his hand and pushed her away. He chuckled nervously. "Pay no attention to her, Tadashi, I understand how you…"

"What could you possibly understand?" Tadashi asked. He raised his voice and prodded a finger at Fred's chest. "You don't know anything! When did you ever lost a sibling?!"

Fred's face fell. "Tadashi…"

Tadashi lost his patience, his friends should have never have come in the first place. They brought too much trouble for him already and they don't really understand what he's going through. Anger and despair filled him to the point he was shaking all over.

He wants to be left alone now.

"Get out," he ordered.

"We—" Wasabi began but Tadashi threw Megabot at their direction, and the fighting bot missed them. Tadashi then screamed, "PLEASE!"

The four hurried down the stairs to the bakery where they found Cass behind the counter. She read their expressions perfectly that their visit didn't help Tadashi at all.

The group stepped out of the cafe since Tadashi didn't want nothing to do with them.

"Well, we gave it our best shot!" Fred said, folding his arms behind his head. "It didn't go so well, huh?"

"It would've gone better if Gogo hadn't said those things to Tadashi," Wasabi blurted out. He turned to glare at the shorter girl. "What on earth were you thinking?"

Gogo was taken aback, a small flash of genuine hurt crossed her face. "Now you're angry at me too?" she asked.

"Of course I am!" Wasabi said. "You were too hard on Tadashi. We should be helping him now that he's very down."

Gogo's lips thinned into a frown before turning away from the group.

"You can say that again," she said in a low voice, "but he keeps shutting us away. If you ever feel like needing my assistance again to help Tadashi, you know my number. But right now— I need to be somewhere."

"Gogo, wait!" Honey called out to her, but Gogo was already leaving. The tall girl looked at her remaining friends with a guilty expression on her face. "I'm sorry to leave you guys right now. I'll try to calm her down. I'll see you two later."

Then Honey left as well, quickly catching up to Gogo. Now it's just Fred and Wasabi alone, standing in the middle of the sidewalk.

"What a crummy afternoon," Fred said sadly, tucking his hands into his pockets. He felt so useless ever since the showcase incident and the funeral. He could only give words of comfort, yet he wished he could have done more for Tadashi.

"What do we do now, Wasabi?"

Wasabi sighed. He usually comes prepared with anything, whether it's breath mints or extra pair of underwear; and there's his whole "system" of organizing and planning things ahead, so he knows what to do in a situation. However, everything is falling apart, and his grieving friend isn't improving so much. And there's nothing else the neatnik could do.

"I don't know, Fred. I just don't know…"

Tadashi watched his friends leaving one by one from his window. He closed the blinds, blocking all light from entering the bedroom. His heart is still racing from those burst of emotions he screamed at his friend.

His friends' words continue ringing in his head but his heart couldn't be softened enough. Why do they even bother coming all the way here when he told them he doesn't want to see them in person? He didn't ask for their help in the first place. They wanted to do something nice for him, thinking their words and touches could cheer him up.

How dumb! he thought grimly. I don't want consolation from anybody. I don't need anything! I just want to be left alone for as long as I feel like it…

Lonely silence filled the room, absent of the sound of a certain young boy fiddling with his toy robots whenever they get broken. Tadashi's eyes moved across Hiro's desk and they fell on the admission letter from SFIT. The ticket to Hiro's supposed dream…

Anger filled him, he grabbed the letter and tore it into two. He balled it up and threw it away, landing between Hiro's bed and the wall. When he calmed down, he realized what he just did. He was about to walk over to retrieve the torn up letter when he tripped over the fighting bot, Megabot, that was lying on the floor near Hiro's bed.

Tadashi tried to grab onto the shelf above Hiro's dresser to catch himself—and it broke with a snap and he fell sharply, wedging himself between the bed and the dresser. For extra humiliation, the shelf had tipped down and the robot toys that were lined up all slid off.

"Ow!" Tadashi cried when the toys landed painfully his head.

Then he saw something moving from his side of the room. He stared as a familiar white shape rose and began to take form. He watched a fully inflated Baymax shuffled to where he is, knocking a few stuff over with his enormous round body.

"Hello, Tadashi," he finally spoke, waving his hand. "I am Baymax, your personal healthcare companion."

"Hey, Baymax," Tadashi greeted him back, feeling embarrassed to be stuck in a tight space and buried in toy robots. "It's been a while since I talked to you, huh?"

Baymax looked curiously at his creator. "I heard a sound of distress, and you seemed to have fallen."

Tadashi snorted. "Nooo, you think so?"

A chart of icons with smiling and frowning faces representing degrees of pain appeared on Baymax's chest. "On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your pain?" he asked.

"Not now, Baymax," Tadashi grunted, trying to wriggle himself free.

To his surprise, Baymax reached down to pick up Tadashi, cradling him like a baby and placed him gently on top of Hiro's bed. "It is alright to cry. Crying is a natural response to pain," Baymax said. He leaned forward. "May I offer some medical assistance, Tadashi?"

"No!" Tadashi shouted. "I don't need assistance!"

He rubbed his head, clearly in pain after falling over. He gets up from Hiro's bed, trying to get away from Baymax. However, the robot is relentless.

"Please do not get up quickly to prevent disorientation. I suggest some rest to alleviate the head injury."

"I'm okay, and I don't need rest. I have plenty already," Tadashi holds up his hands to stop him. Why did he have to build a robot to be so pushy?

"My sensors detect you are experiencing lack of sleep, poor diet, and mood swings" Baymax suddenly said. "This is unusual since you are in excellent health."

Tadashi went quiet and looked away from his robot. Baymax tilted his head in confusion. "What seems to be the problem, Tadashi?"

"It's… nothing," Tadashi replied, trying to avoid his gaze. He couldn't bring himself talk to Baymax any further.

"I would like to help you," Baymax insisted.

You can't. Nobody can, the inventor thought sadly. He walked over to his side of the room and picked up the red portable suitcase. "Okay, big fella, it's time go back to your box. I am satisfied with—"

"Hiro."

At the mention of his little brother's named, Tadashi turned around to see Baymax holding Hiro's hoodie. The same one Hiro wore to the SFIT showcase.

"Hey, don't touch that!" Tadashi screamed, dropping the suitcase. He ran over and snatched it away from his robot's hands. "You can't touch things without permission—"

A small metallic object slipped out from one of the hoodie's pockets and fell to the floor, alerting both Tadashi and Baymax's attention. Tadashi recognized it as a microbot, it was part of Hiro's of invention he used in his demonstration.

He was stunned to see it vibrating and shaking.

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