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Anyway, here we go.
Hiro was awake, his eyes roaming about the hospital room.
He himself was on an operating table.
A breathing mask was over his face.
Wires everywhere.
One, attached to his arm, filling with blood.
Nurses everywhere.
Running in and out of the pure white room.
The room with a white bed, white walls, a white floor, and white clothing.
It seemed so wrong.
Someone was squeezing his hand.
Tadashi.
He knew that grip from anywhere.
Hiro's eyes averted slowly over to his brother.
Tadashi apparently noticed.
And smiled.
"You're doing great."
"Tadashi...?" Hiro's brows furrowed with confusion.
"That's right."
The doctor hovering over the burnt Hiro seemed uncertain.
Although not much emotion really could show through his generally play doh expression.
What was up with this guy?
He might of well have been treating a cat.
The doctor floated over to a white clad nurse at the end of the room, whispered something, to which she shook her head sadly and left the room.
Tadashi frowned.
When he turned back to Hiro, the boy was looking at him with...
probably confused.
Go figure.
"The smoke from that fire infected your lungs, but that's all I know," Tadashi explained, guessing his brother's curiosity.
The man couldn't hide his anxiousness.
Though he tried. "I just came in myself. But you're gonna be fine. I promise. Okay?"
Hiro nodded, never looking away from his brother.
He still seemed confused.
The nurse returned and took a deep breath, holding something tightly in her hand.
She seemed fidgity.
The doctor stepped back.
His hands clasped tightly behind his back.
His oily mustache twitching.
Tadashi squinted, then looked at the nurse.
She looked back.
The woman stepped forward holding out a shot.
She took Hiro's pale arm.
Gave him a smile.
Hiro smiled back.
But Tadashi noticed tears were in her eyes.
Then the shot went in. Right into the vein.
"Uhh, excuse me, what's that do?" Tadashi asked, looking from Hiro to the nurse.
No one said a word.
The nurse held Hiro down gently.
And then the boy began convulsing.
He let out a wheeze, a cough, and a hideous gasp for air.
"Hey, what's that thing do, what did you do to him?" Tadashi turned to the doctor.
They knew what they were doing right?
The doctor looked back with souless eyes.
Well, from the sounds of it, no. Apparently not.
Tadashi lurched towards Hiro, but the doctor grabbed him, holding him back with iorn hands.
Noone said a word.
Hiro's gasps for air got more desperate, and he was grabbing the nurses hands, as if for support.
His feet were kicking.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?" Tadashi's whole face was twisted into worry, wrestling with the doctor's limbs of steel.
He felt empty inside.
And couldn't quite process what was happening.
Then stopped.
Suddenly.
Without warning.
Hiro stopped moving. He stopped wheezing.
Eveything stopped.
The doctor let go of Tadashi.
He heaved angry breaths, glaring at the nurse and doctor, then turned towards Hiro.
Tadashi grabbed his shoulders.
"Hiro, what happened?"
Hiro was staring at Tadashi.
And the older brother was almost relieved until he realized that they were not happy eyes.
They were the eyes of desperation.
Pain.
Hiro grabbed his brother's arm, and Tadashi put a hand over the smaller one.
"Stay with me, buddy, just stay with me. Alright?."
Hiro just stared.
"We're gonna go home and work on that project we've been planning, right? We've got all summer ahead of us. You can't leave."
Absolutely nothing.
And then Hiro's mouth opened.
But then it closed.
His eyes rolled back.
And then the heart monitor let out a slow, steady sound.
"NO, NO, NO, NO, NO."
Tadashi spun around, eyes pleading with the doctor.
"HIS HEART STOPPED!"
The doctor hardly twitched.
"My deepest condolences.
Your brother's lung infection had reached his heart.
We simply put him out of his misery."
The doctor looked like he'd just told Tadashi the weather.
And then Tadashi realized...the doctor meant for this to happen.
So did the nurse.
The man stared at them both with horror.
They did this.
But he couldn't give up.
He'd always been there to save Hiro.
To protect him.
From every gang, every wayward bot fight, every scrape he got into, Tadashi had been there.
This was just another one of those times.
He slammed his hands down on the boy's chest. He pushed, and pushed, and pushed, and pushed.
Until he exauhsted himself.
Until his arms hurt.
Until the realization dawned upon him.
Until he was crying.
...until it was too late.
Hiro's heart had stopped.
And there was no saving him.
Dead.
Tadashi's head went down.
His hand slid to Hiros cold, burnt cheek.
"Wake up, bonehead..." the words were an empty whisper.
His eyes squeezed shut.
And he cried.
He cried, and didn't care.
His heart felt hollow.
He couldn't quite grasp what was happening.
He'd lost his brother.
And why?
WHY?
And then all that sorrow piled up.
It piled up and then burned.
He felt a twisted anger knot in his stomach, and he whipped around.
The Doctor stared back with beady eyes.
Little stubby eyes.
"WHY?!" Tadashi repeated.
"He was already dying," the doctor stated a matter of factly.
"He was ALIVE." Tadashi heaved.
"HE. WAS. MY. BROTHER!"
Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Just silence.
And Tadashi lunged.
He lunged for the doctor.
Instead of plunging into the man, he found himself rushing forward in bed gasping for air.
It had all been a dream.
A terrible dream.