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"I don't understand," Hiro said, pacing the room a little. "The chip was supposed to make you understand and relate to humans a little more." Even though Baymax had started to understand humanity during their adventures in revealing Professor Callaghan, the big robot certainly had some progress to go.

"Well, I do now understand something, now that I think about it." Hiro perked up.

"What is it?"

"I now understand that most humans are complete idiots. I have yet to find out how high their idiocy level can reach. My estimation is," Baymax held up one finger, pausing for dramatic effect, "infinity." Hiro threw up his hands in exasperation, silently cursing his own idiocy for making a malfunctioned chip.

"It doesn't matter. The chip failed and weeks of work is gone. Now stay still while I.." Hiro approached Baymax. He reached up and double tapped the access port, expecting it to open so he could retrieve the chip and throw it away… but it didn't.

"I will not allow you to remove my new chip. I will not go back to my original, boring state."

"Baymax!"

"Sucks for you, Hiro. You have my deepest condolences," replied the robot, eyes unblinking. "You have been a good boy. Have a lollipop!" He held up a small stick with a clear candy on it. Hiro took it warily, pulled off the wrapper, and put it it… only to find it was absolutely disgusting.

"Bleh!" he spat, wiping his tongue frantically and jumping around. "What was that?!"

"Oh, I forgot to tell you," Baymax replied. "My lollipops now come in the flavors : cherry, lemon, watermelon, grape, and children's tears of despair. I am working on engineering the flavor of unicorn blood."

"Please, Baymax, just open your port! This isn't the healing companion I know." The robot didn't budge.

"Baymax…" he said in a condescending voice, but getting no response. Hiro slumped into his chair, staring at the blank wall.

"If you refuse to open your access port, that means you finally have a slight individual mind of your own," he noted, frowning. "I can't do anything about it. The files on you were destroyed on the night of the fire, so the only person who can fix you is…"

"Tadashi," finished Baymax. "Who is most certainly dead."

"Yes, I know," Hiro replied bitterly. He glanced over at his alarm clock. 12:42 AM. It was getting late. Outside his window, everything was dark. Nothing but the occasional honk and barking of a dog pierced the air. Hiro suddenly had a burst of exhaustion, along with disappointment swirling in his stomach.

"Listen, Baymax," he said, "if you refuse to open your access port, can you at least deflate into your docking station for the night? I know you're still part healthcare companion…" here, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, "along with smart-mouth sassy pants. And besides, you still have to charge your battery, or else you won't be able to make any more sarcastic remarks, or, at least be too 'drunk' to make any sarcastic remarks if you really want to get technical. And, of course, that would be an absolutely devastating tragedy, wouldn't it?" The robot blinked slowly. Hiro sighed, rolling his eyes a little.

"I am satisfied with my care." Baymax trotted over to the tool-box sized station. He stepped in, then shrunk. The next moment, there was no sign of the robot.

Yawning, Hiro stood up. With a wistful glance at the small station, he sulked over to his bed, laying down. He pulled the covers over, turning to face the wall. As he lay, breathing slowly into the air, Hiro thought about his lost brother.

He remembered Tadashi conforted him, consoled him after the various nightmares caused by his parent's death 10 years ago. The nightmares of shattered glass, flames, the jolting shock that scared him awake, unable to breathe. Remembered the way his brother smiled carefree, always the one to see the bright side of everything, and his amazing trait of having the most patience, more than anybody Hiro had ever seen in a person.

Even their little spats were nostalgic, especially when Hiro had broke rules and snuck to participate in his first bot fight. He had not liked being scolded by Tadashi, the disappointment, and even frightened look in his eyes, but the thrill of going against the rules, the excitement of the arenas were more than enough to disobey Tadashi. Now he wished he hadn't.

And of course, the ecstatic response to when he finally deciding to try and get in the 'Nerd School.' Hiro had rarely seen Tadashi as excited as he was on that day… except when Baymax worked for the first time. He would do anything to bring it back, anything, just to see his older brother one more time… just one more time. But it was impossible. Tadashi was dead. No attempts could ever bring him back. After all, there was too much of a barrier between Life and Death. Hiro knew that from firsthand experience.

As he drifted off to sleep, his eyes closing, breathing slowing… a tiny drop of moisture leaked from the corner of his eye, dripping down his skin, slipping onto the cool, soft, comforting pillow. All went dark.

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-DragonFire0102