Fora few seconds everyone was still, then Fred rushed to GoGo's side. When he saw the blood coating the floor, he thought he might puke.
Fred dropped to his knees next to GoGo, and took hold of her hand.
"Baymax!" He called. "I-is she okay?" The robot waddled over as quickly as he could, and scanned the limp adrenaline junkie.
"She has sustained ballistic trauma in her right upper arm, as well as a large bump on the back of her head. A concussion is possible, but not likely. With immediate treatment, she should make a full recovery. With permission, I will treat her now." Everyone in the room breathed a sigh of relief. Fred spoke up to give the robot permission to treat her, then everyone's attention was turned to Callaghan. He was breathing evenly, and appeared unharmed. His gun lay a few feet away, and Wasabi walked over to pick it up with disgust. He emptied the bullets, gently setting them on the floor so as not to accidentally discharge them. Tadashi was looking for a way to release Hiro, but was concerned when the button he found required a thumbprint to unlock. Honey Lemon was standing next to him, and saw the issue as soon as he sighed. She gently pulled him away from his brother, and produced a ball from her chemical purse. She carefully spread the chemical solution onto Hiro's restraints, avoiding his bare skin. A loud sizzling noise was heard for a few seconds, then it stopped. Honey took hold of the restraints, and snapped them off of Hiro.
"Another kind of chemical metal embrittlement," she said, a smile gracing her features.
"You're amazing, you know that?" Tadashi said, pride evident in his tone. Her cheeks warmed at the praise. Hiro coughed violently, and started to slip out of the chair. Tadashi caught him before he could hit the floor, brought him close. Hiro's eyes drifted closed.
"Sleep," Tadashi whispered gently. "Don't worry. You're safe. I've got you now. You're safe." Hiro's breathing soon evened out, as he drifted off to the sleep his body needed so desperately. Tadashi turned to the others. "Let's go home."
Conclusion
After stabilizing GoGo, and disarming and binding Callaghan, the gang had gotten Hiro and GoGo to the hospital, Honey Lemon calling the police on the way. After the situation had been fully explained to the police, they called Aunt Cass to update her. She was at the hospital ten minutes later, a box of pastries in hand. The group nibbled at the edges of cookies and doughnuts as they waited nervously for news of their friends. A doctor entered the waiting room.
"Group for Ethel Tomago?" he called. Breathlessly they all stood and walked over to the man. He led them down the hallway a bit. "I have good news," he smiled. "The bullet only grazed her arm. She's going to make a full recovery, and should be out of the hospital in a couple of days."
"Can we see her?" Fred asked earnestly.
"Are any of you family?" the doctor returned question for question.
"No," Tadashi said.
"But we're all she has," Honey Lemon added. "Her- her family is no longer a part of her life." The doctor nodded understandingly.
"One of you can go in then," he assented. "Only one though. She's resting and needs as little stimuli as possible."
"Fred, you should go," Tadashi said quickly.
"Th-thanks dude," Fred smiled. He walked with the doctor to GoGo's room. He entered quietly. She lay in a hospital gown, a large white bandage covering her right arm. She was breathing deeply, and her eyes were closed, but when Fred approached her bedside, they fluttered open.
"How are you?" he asked dumbly. Come on man, she obviously feels horrible. What kind of question is that to someone who just got shot?! To his surprise, she didn't even make a snarky comment, only sighed and said
"I'm okay. I've been better, but they've got me on painkillers so I'm not really feeling much of anything right now."
"That-that's good," Fred stuttered. An awkward silence fell over them. "So you were, you were really um, that was, like, super cool, what you did back there. Must have taken a lot of guts to do." GoGo shrugged. "No, I- I mean it," Fred insisted. "GoGo, I- you- I really like you, a-and not just like a friend. I mean I like, like like you. Like as in I wish I could get up the courage to ask you to dinner sometime," His voice drifted off, and he panicked on the inside. You stupid… He berated himself. You just told her you like her! How could you mess things up like that?!
"Was that your way of asking me out?" GoGo smirked.
"Uh, m-maybe," Fred stammered. "What would you say if it was?"
"I hate mexican food, and Mc. Donalds, other than that I don't have a preference," she said. "And you have to wait until I'm out of the hospital." Fred's jaw dropped to the floor.
"I- is that a-"
"Yes," she said, her lips turning in an uncharacteristically warm smile.
Tadashi and Aunt Cass sat by Hiro's bedside. Each of them held one of his hands. The doctors had assured them that he would be just fine after some rest. He had sustained three broken ribs, and major bruising, and would be sore for quite a while, but thankfully he wasn't seriously ill. He only had a bad cold, and minor dehydration. In bed, and hooked to an IV drip, he was well on the road to recovery. Hiro had apologized profusely for almost building Callaghan a transmitter, but both Aunt Cass and Tadashi refused to allow him to wallow in self pity. Instead, they filled his ears with positive words. Words about his strength, and bravery, and how he hadn't given in to Callaghan until he was nearly dying. Hiro allowed their kind words to soak into his soul. They were still hard to believe after all Callaghan had drilled into his head, but he knew that someday, they would feel like the truth again. Hiro knew that someday soon, he would be whole again.
Two Weeks Later: Everyone was in the lab. Fred and Gogo sat on a couch looking at a science magazine together and eating chips. Wasabi stood leaning over a microscope, most likely trying to get the focus just perfect. Tadashi and Honey Lemon held hands while quietly talking to each other, giggling every once in awhile. As for Hiro, he sat at his desk building a new robot, similar to his old bot fighting one, but this time it was built to help people. He named it Defensor. (The name had come from Honey Lemon, and was Spanish for "defender.") It fit, because the robot was just that, a defender. He was finally better. Well… okay maybe not one hundred percent. But basically, yeah. He was okay. And with the rest of the group; the team, he knew nothing would ever stop them, from their master plan of helping everyone they could.