Mochi meowed quietly and snuggled closer to Hiro as the small hand continued to scratch the soft ears. He seemed content with his temporary head scratcher while the smaller Hamada quietly stared out the window. The low voices of his small family drifted into the room though he couldn't make out what they were saying, he was sure he wouldn't want to hear it anyway. If he had to put money on it, it was about his eating habits as of late. The damage he had done to his system was hard to reverse, especially since so much time had passed, and his appetite seemed to be unrecoverable. He just wasn't hungry. Hiro was a bright kid and knew that what he was doing wasn't good for him but it was hard to pull himself out of that behavior.
He hadn't forgotten about the conversation he was having with Tadashi before Cass had returned and was still trying to think of what to say to him. Of course it was his fault, how could it not be? If Hiro wasn't there, Tadashi wouldn't have been, either. If he wasn't presenting that night, instead of watching his brother being loaded into the back of an ambulance he would have been up in his room receiving another lecture about his actions. The cycle would have continued and they could have lived out the rest of their lives.
Now it was too late for that.
Hiro wasn't aware of how long he had spaced out, brown eyes staring unseeing out the window, before he heard a loud thud near the staircase. Quietly he pushed Mochi back so he could stand up, the large ball of fluff protesting with a quiet meow, and rose to his feet in order to investigate. He imagined it was Aunt Cass, probably having dropped the laundry basket down the stairs again and expected to see an explosion of clothes on the stairs and the landing. Instead when he turned the corner, he saw his brother lying on the floor. Hiro hurried over, kneeling down beside him and lightly touching his shoulder. He was warm, much warmer than he should have been. Tadashi needed to be laying down, preferably in bed, but there was no way he could carry his brother up those stairs. Hell, he couldn't even pick him up to help him stand. He didn't think Cass could do it either, she was too small as well. Quickly he rose to stand and dart up the stairs to their shared room to activate Baymax. The large white robot was still condensed into his charging station; Hiro squatted down and pushed one of the activating buttons on the station that alerted him that his patient needed him. Round eyes opened after a soft beep, Baymax taking a step out of his station and looking down at the smaller Hamada.
[b "I have been alerted that Tadashi is in need of medical attention."]
[+red "Come on, he's downstairs,"] Hiro answered him. He then quickly made his way back downstairs and knelt by Tadashi once more as Baymax made his way to them.
[+red "Baymax is coming,"] he told Tadashi quietly, though he wasn't sure if he could hear him. He looked pretty out of it. [+red "Just try to relax."]
The longer he sat at the table, the more upset he became. Tadashi stared hard at his cold eggs as Hiro excused himself from eating by saying ‘he’ll eat them later’. It frustrated him how much had changed because of the accident and how he was only [i now] seeing the radical changes in his little brother. [i Aunt Cass, of course he’s not going to eat day old eggs and sausage.] Why wasn’t she being more assertive? Everything was okay now. Everything is fine!
Tadashi waited till Hiro had left before dropping his fork and looking at Aunt Cass. Her big eyes looked apologetic. [b “He’s been doing this ever since the accident,”] she said quietly to keep Hiro from hearing.
He pushed his plate away and leaned forward. [#424ef4 “You should make him eat. Look how thin he’s getting. It’s been two months.”]
Aunt Cass smiled sadly. [b “Honey, it’s not that easy. I’ve seen so much change- in the both of you. Healing takes time.”]
[i Healing takes time.] That’s all anyone had to say.
[#424ef4 “I’m done,”] he said, pushing back the chair. [#424ef4 “Don’t save it.”] He planted his feet and slowly lifted himself. He shook his head when Aunt Cass made to help him, persistent on staying independent. Eventually, he came to a stand and as fast as he could, made his way towards the stairs.
Tadashi could feel his body heating up, sweat building on his forehead as he used the strength in his arms to lift himself up the steps using the railing. What could he do to make things right? How could he help Hiro get out of that state of mind? That... depression? The more he moved, the harder it was to maintain his control. His legs were shaking, his stomach turning, his cheeks burning up. Dizzy...
Tadashi couldn’t recall when he fell but when he opened his eyes he was staring at the wood texture of the stairs. His anger and frustration peaked as he laid there, feeling heavy and hot. Why was this happening? Why was he here? He spent so much time wishing he’d never ran in that maybe he should have never come out.
He heard someone behind him but couldn’t make out what they were saying. His head was pounding and his skin was getting clammy. [i A fever,] he thought.
Hiro didn't need to see his brother's disapproving gaze in order to feel it. He could bend the truth to a number of people, Cass included, but never to Tadashi. He was always found out. In his peripheral he could see his brother rubbing the bridge of his nose, a move Tadashi did when Hiro was about to receive the lecture of a lifetime or get into serious trouble. Most of his "parenting" came from the elder Hamada, at least the more weighty stuff, as their aunt didn't seem to be very skilled at it. He loved her just as much as Tadashi did but felt she was more of a guardian than a parent.
Tadashi filled that role perfectly.
He wanted to believe his brother's words, he wanted to more than anything. He wanted to believe that he wasn't responsible for the accident and that Tadashi wasn't in this mess because of him. Deep down though he knew it was the truth. If Hiro hadn't been there presenting, if he didn't want to go to that nerd school, none of this would have happened. Aunt Cass wouldn't be worrying about bills and loans and Tadashi would be in his lab perfecting Baymax with his nerd friends. He felt he was to blame for all of this.
It was one of the reasons he had picked up bot fighting again since he could essentially pay his brother's hospital bill on his own. He was able to win rather large amounts of money rather easily with his megabot and could also hit a few places a night. This was the only way he felt he could contribute to all the trouble he had caused no matter how much Tadashi disapproved of it or how much trouble it got him into.
His gaze shifted as Cass returned to the table, brushing off the phone call to make the situation less serious. Hiro was a bit grateful she returned when she did as it gave him a bit longer to think about what he wanted to admit to his brother. He knew he wouldn't get out of this conversation, not that his real feelings were admitted, but it was stalled for a little while. He finished the rest of his juice before pushing the plate aside while Cass frowned a little at the untouched breakfast. It was clear she was concerned about her nephews but wasn't sure how to fix it, especially since she had so much else to worry about. Hiro tried to keep her workload low during the past month for that very reason and gave her empty promises about how he would eat later and sleep better the next night. This was no different.
[+red "I'll put it in the fridge and eat it later,"] Hiro told her quietly, leaning back in the chair a bit as he looked over at her. This answer made her feel a little better, her face relaxing a bit. Honestly he used this at almost every meal he came down for and had quite a few covered plates in the fridge already. Hiro rose after a few minutes, taking the plate to the counter to cover and set into the large machine. Once he was finished, he made his way to the living room and dropped onto the couch next to Mochi in order to lightly pet the cat's ears. He seemed appreciative of this, Mochi curling up next to Hiro and purring loudly. At least he could do something right for once.
Tadashi was really good at seeing through his little brother’s lies after their parents died. Of course Hiro was bot fighting again. Why would he not be after everything that happened? Where else would Aunt Cass get the money? How has she not figured it out yet? They were going to get arrested again if someone found out.
He rubbed the bridge of his nose as Hiro continued, ending with an ominous line that made him freeze. [#424ef4 “Cause what mess..?”] Tadashi looked at Hiro’s tuff of black hair since he wouldn’t meet his gaze. [#424ef4 “You didn’t cause that fire. You didn’t do anything, Hiro.”]
He surprised even himself how serious he sounded. Tadashi would never think that his brother had a weight as heavy as his on his shoulders and before Hiro could even answer, Aunt Cass walked back in the kitchen.
[b “Man, those guys are so serious,”] she dismissed, taking her place at the table.
Tadashi sipped at his coffee, not feeling so hungry anymore. He wanted to talk but he felt Aunt Cass wouldn’t understand either side of this tragedy. He loved her so much but serious situations were not her forte. She couldn’t even talk to him about what happened that day and that frustrated him. He wasn’t a delicate flower.
Hiro had just set the carton back into the fridge when Tadashi reached the dining room and noticed that Cass had glanced over her shoulder at them. She moved away from the stove, grabbing a mug from the counter and setting it within Tadashi's reach. The smaller Hamada moved over to the table and set his glass in the spot across from Tadashi before pulling himself up into the chair. The smell of breakfast filled the dining room and gave it a warm feeling...a homey feeling. It almost made Hiro want to eat more than he usually did.
Being presented with a full plate, however, quickly made him change his mind as his stomach seemed to protest a bit already. It had gotten used to his hunger strike and shrank a bit in the process which made it difficult for him to eat as much as he used to. He was certain that his brain was still a bit chemically unbalanced which didn't help matters any. Hiro picked up his fork, however, and tried to give the appearance that he was at least making an effort to eat. A glance across the table saw Tadashi doing a similar thing, simply moving his breakfast around the porcelain, before he quietly asked his brother his question. His eyes lifted to meet Tadashi's for a minute before he let them fall back down to the table.
[+red "It's not the worst it's ever been,"] Hiro admitted to him quietly. It wasn't exactly in the best place it could be but they weren't about to be destitute in the immediate future. Still, he had been working on ways to help a bit, no matter how much Tadashi would frown upon it. Betting on bot fighting was still illegal in San Fransokyo but Hiro was good at it. He had built himself a bot that simply couldn't be beat. It was easy money for him, as long as he didn't get caught, and no one in the house needed to know exactly where it came from. [+red "I still have some money left from the last couple of bot fights I went to; Aunt Cass has a box under her bed with emergency cash and bank stuff that I've been adding to when she isn't paying attention. She hasn't noticed but it hasn't been too much, either. But I'm working on a plan to get some money together to help her out."]
He leaned back in the chair, setting his fork against the edge of the plate and let out a quiet sigh. Hiro didn't want Tadashi to worry about money when there wasn't anything he could do about it. It would just add un-needed stress on him. He took a drink of the juice he had poured from himself, keeping his gaze averted from his brother's and down at the table. [+red "I mean....it's the least I can do....for causing all of this mess..."]
Tadashi found himself frowning ever so slightly at his brother’s reply. Yeah... he was here now but that didn’t make the feeling go away. Focus on getting better so that- what? Everything could go back to normal? He tried not to think so much on it.
Hiro let him go first down the stairs which was... a lot more troublesome without Baymax. His calves stretched and knees locked randomly making him him sort of wobble down every step but Hiro was a good spotter and aided him when needed.
The smells of a home cooked morning breakfast reached his nostrils and made his stomach rumble. He used the walls to keep steady as he rounded into the kitchen and settled himself into a chair that Hiro already pulled out.
He sighed out deeply, relaxing his muscles that already felt like he had worked enough. He stretched his ankles underneath the table and reached for a warm muffin in the center. No sooner had he took his first bite that Aunt Cass set a coffee within his reach.
[b “Oh, it’s so good to have you back at my table,”] she said, ruffling his hair before going back to the stove.
[#424ef4 “Yeah,”] he said, meeting Hiro’s gaze from across the table. [#424ef4 “It’s been going well...”] Tadashi lowered his gaze back to the muffin. He wasn’t lying. [i Everything is fine. Everything is fine.]
Aunt Cass was just setting down their plates when the phone rang. She wiped her hands quickly on her apron and looked at the caller ID. [b “I’ll be just a minute,”] she told them before answering the call in the other room. With the house being so small, nowhere was really that private. They could hear the conversation she had about loans and dates. Financial burdens that Tadashi didn’t even think about.
He moved his eggs around the plate, listening. [#424ef4 “How’s money been?”] he asked Hiro.
[+red "I'm sure she's up by now,"] Hiro responded, groaning a bit after stretching his arms. The bones popped rather loudly as his form shifted, his back falling suit after. [+red "Why she wakes up before the sun is beyond me."] He pulled a brush through his hair a couple of times before dropping it onto his dresser where it belonged and moving to the doorway. It was open here and gave him a better vantage point to keep an eye on his brother should he fall or need anything. It was hard to watch Tadashi struggle with everyday tasks and knew he should have activated Baymax for help but decided to keep his mouth shut for now. Tadashi was rather headstrong, a trait they both shared, and knew he wouldn't be swayed if his mind was really made up on it.
Still, there was the possibility that he would change his mind.
Hiro was about to pull open the door when he felt weight on his shoulder, causing him to turn around and look up at the male that stood over him. The gentle words and reassuring touch almost brought tears to his eyes as the feelings that he had tried so hard to shove back down were surfacing again. It was difficult not knowing whether he would be alone in this room temporarily or permanently, if Tadashi really could recover from this. The possibility of not having his brother around anymore nearly broke him which was what gave him the issues he was dealing with now. It was something he couldn't handle and he didn't know if he could have ever moved past it.
[+red "You're here now,"] Hiro answered softly, giving him a small smile as he forced those feelings back down where they belonged. [+red "Let's focus on getting you better and, when you are, you can make it up to me."]
He let Tadashi move ahead of him in order to take the stairs at his own pace, all the while keeping an eye on him. He had already fallen out of bed, the last thing he wanted was his brother to tumble down the stairs as well. Once the two of them made it to the bottom, Hiro moved ahead in order to see if Cass was in the process of cooking. The aroma from the kitchen confirmed this, Hiro turning the corner to see her at the stove with a turner in her hand and freshly baked muffins on the table. He smiled faintly, pulling out a chair for Tadashi to sit when he finally made it while pulling some orange juice out of the fridge. Things were beginning to return to normal.
Hearing his brother’s voice was comforting after so much silence. He put his tablet to the side and the papers on top of that before moving his body closer to the edge of the bed. [#424ef4 “I’m fine,”] he said, trying to keep the emotion out of his voice, [#424ef4 “I’m ready for a good homemade breakfast. Aunt Cass makes great omelets.”]
Tadashi carefully pulled his legs over the edge and touched the cold floor, recalling the fall from earlier. It frustrated him that healing took so long. In this modern age, a genius by now should have created an advanced healing system by now. Maybe he should just do it... but that wasn’t his major.
He stretched his toes and ankles before attempting to stand. His balance needed work but otherwise everything seemed to be working. He reached a hand to stabilize himself using the divider, which wasn’t a very good support he’d admit, and managed to get to the opening to stretch.
Tadashi glanced at Baymax’s charging box and thought against activating his creation. Maybe he was being stubborn but he was itching to do everything again by himself.
When Hiro was close enough, he put a hand on his small shoulder, smiling gently. [#424ef4 “Hey... I just wanted you to know that I really missed being here and... I’m sorry.”]
[i I’m sorry for almost leaving you all alone.]
Even though he was tired and his body language showed it, he remained for a minute or two longer before taking his brother's advice and returning to his bed. He was still a bit unsure of whether or not he should leave his brother alone with the work he had done, worried about how Tadashi would handle it. The last time, he almost had a meltdown. The reassurance that he would be called if he was needed helped coerce him back to his bed as well. Once he was finally sure Tadashi would be okay on his own, he gave him a tired smile and moved back behind the divider again to his side of the room. The small lamp was still on from his late reading, giving off a soft glow to guide him back to his bed. He wasn't sure how long, exactly, he had been asleep but he knew it wasn't longer than a couple of hours. His body told him that. It ached as it typically did when he didn't get enough sleep and his eyes threatened to close and stay that way.
Hiro stopped beside the bed and picked up the discarded book, setting it down on the bedside table before turning off the lamp and dropping onto the bed. He didn't bother to crawl under the blankets and it just seemed to be too much effort and curled up a bit before falling asleep for a couple more hours.
The smaller Hamada's sleep had been fairly dreamless since the accident, once in a while having one that included Tadashi. Those ones never ended well. This was one of the former mentioned nights, Hiro's frame remaining still as his brain recovered a bit until he woke up on his own. He groaned faintly, wrapping his arms around the nearest pillow as large eyes opened a bit to see the time on his alarm clock: 6:50. When he did sleep, it typically wasn't for very long which caused him to take multiple, small naps throughout the day. He was hoping now that Tadashi had made it home that this cycle of sleep would end but apparently it would take some time. He lay there for a while, letting his eyes close again, and simply rested until he heard his brother's voice from the other side of the room.
[+red "I'm up,"] Hiro grumbled a bit into his pillow, slowly opening his eyes again and staring at the wall for a few moments. Once he finally felt more awake, he pushed himself to sit up and allowed himself to stretch. [+red "Is everything okay?"] he asked, his voice picking up a bit now that he had time to greet the day.
The younger Hamada set the stack of papers close enough to reach and glanced at the top page, the first police report. [#424ef4 “Yeah,”] he agreed, [#424ef4 “Baymax has a reliable skeleton.”] He glanced up to see Hiro stifling a yawn and smiled. [#424ef4 “You should back to sleep. I’ll wake you if I need you. I promise.”]
Tadashi waited till Hiro made his way back over to his side of the divider before releasing a sigh. He closed his eyes, thinking about that gray vision of his brother from the nightmare. How much different he looked compared to now. Now he looked... sick.
There was a spark of hate that grew in his chest. The fact that there was even a hint that someone had started that catastrophe- He took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. The oldest Hamada reached over to switch on the lamp on his side table, giving him light to read the reports again within his own pace. Two places to start, no witnesses, no footage.
[i No footage? On a university campus?]
That was odd. He personally had seen their security systems when he and Callaghan took walks around the campus.
He opened up the google search bar and typed in ‘Robert Callaghan’. News stories of the University explosion were first to pop up followed by Callaghan’s obituary. Solemnly, he scrolled through the results, resurfacing memories from when he was alive. He was a good teacher and a personal hero to Tadashi. Losing Callaghan was like losing one of his closest friends... the father figure he never really had.
He paused, feeling guilty about the thought. It didn’t feel right. Losing two parents and now Callaghan? What would Hiro think of this? Would he have sympathy if he told him? Would he be mad or jealous? Was it selfish to risk his life by running into that fire for someone no one really knew he was close to?
Tadashi felt disgusting. He switched off the tablet and laid back, letting his brain go rampad with self defeating ideas. He really, really needed a hug but he dared not wake Hiro. The feeling might even pass if he just waited till day break.
It was around 7am when Tadashi decided he wanted to have breakfast. [#424ef4 “Hiro, are you awake?”]
Hiro had doubts that his brother would want to go back to sleep, especially after waking from a nightmare, so he decided not to push it. He would catch up on his missed sleep at some point during the day, he was sure, with a nap or simply resting. Now that the excitement and worries were mostly over, he could feel his own exhaustion creeping up on him from his late night of reading. Sleeping for Hiro was almost as difficult as eating, neither things happening in the capacity that they should. His crash diet was most apparent by the already small frame becoming tinier but his sleeping strike was a bit more difficult to see. He was aware that their aunt had an idea about it as the smaller Hamada would fall asleep at the strangest times in the most random places but she didn't say anything about it. Hopefully he could get it back on track before it became a much larger problem.
Chocolate eyes watched as Tadashi pulled his tablet off of its charger and began to log into it, requesting the homework that Hiro had done on the fire. He wasn't sure if this was such a good idea after the small meltdown his brother had experienced the last time he looked it over. He hesitated for a moment, thinking it over, before retreating to his desk to get the materials. While he was doing this, he heard Tadashi ask his thoughts on Baymax and his operating abilities.
[+red "He has trouble fitting into smaller spaces,"] Hiro admitted softly as small hands carried the items back to Tadashi. He carefully set them down near his legs within easy reach for him to look at when he so pleased. [+red "Other than that, he seems pretty stable. His medical coding is pretty phenomenal and the skeleton is quite strong."] Small arms folded loosely over his chest, Hiro stifling a yawn as he watched Tadashi go through his tablet.
Tadashi pressed his lips into a fine line, lowering his head. Hiro was so forgiving. He kept replaying the nightmare in his head feeling just guilty. Did his brother harbor any hate for corrupting his future?
[b “The abrasion should be handled with care,”] Baymax said, finishing his work. [b “Try not to toss in your sleep.”]
Tadashi rolled his eyes and pulled his arm back, cradling it to his chest. [#424ef4 “I don’t think I’m going back to sleep, Hiro. Can I look at your research again?”] He reached over to his side table, grabbing the tablet off its charger. [#424ef4 “I can do some of my own to pass the time.”] Not that he expected to find anything more then Hiro did.
Tadashi pushed himself back up against his headboard, relaxing his shoulders within the pillows. He glanced up at Baymax still standing and staring. [#424ef4 “I am satisfied with my care.”]
The robot deactivated as programmed and Tadashi let out a deep sigh. [#424ef4 “You know,”] he started, [#424ef4 “After being in an actual accident, I find myself questioning my design with him.”] He logged in quickly into the tablet, not looking up at his brother as he spoke. [#424ef4 “What do you think about it? He is an extraordinary piece of work but I still have so much to do before he’s actually ready.”] Ready to be out there in the world... in cities, in hospitals, in wars... This Baymax project was too big to think about especially now that he had a vendetta on bringing the fire starter to light.
His hiding place seemed to work okay, Tadashi not seeming to notice his smaller brother hiding behind it and observing his actions. Hiro wasn't able to see much except Baymax standing near the bed and Tadashi's feet once he relaxed his legs. Time on the ground and being left to his thoughts seemed to be the cure he needed for his temper, his voice softening in volume and intensity as he spoke to the large, white robot. Hiro was grateful for that as he didn't really wish to be on the receiving end of the male's stern voice and words. Getting a lecture was bad enough.
Watching the large, fluffy robot try to maneuver around the divider and the bed was a bit comical, Baymax only able to take small steps and not making much headway. It didn't take long before Tadashi changed his mind, choosing instead to have the smaller Hamada help. Hiro didn't mind at all as it was another chance to work off some of his guilt. He moved around the divider to Tadashi's side, taking the outstretched hand and planting his heels into the ground to counter his brother's weight. It was a bit difficult due to losing so much mass from the unexpected diet he had gone on but he didn't let it show. He focused his strength and kept his legs locked until Tadashi was off the ground and into his bed where he belonged.
It was difficult to see him this way, Hiro had to admit, but seeing him like this was better than never seeing him again. He had to tell himself that multiple times a day simply to prevent the guilt from eating him alive. He should have fought harder to keep Tadashi out of that fire. He should have been more forceful. He should have done something, [i anything] to keep him from running back into that building. Unfortunately there was nothing that could be done now except to help his brother heal and get himself back on his feet.
[+red "You don't have to apologize,"] Hiro answered quietly, giving him a small smile as he noticed Baymax unroll some gauze in order to change Tadashi's bandages. He moved aside a bit so the robotic nurse could do his job more effectively but still stayed within easy reach of his brother. [+red "It's my turn to take care of you for a change. Can I bring you anything before you rest again? There's still a couple hours before daybreak."]
Tadashi laid there for a couple minutes more as he tried to calm himself down, his breath returning to its normal rate. He thought the nightmares had gone away but being in one hospital bed and then into his own didn’t change a thing. Nothing had changed up there in that brain.
[#424ef4 “Alright,”] he sighed heavily. [#424ef4 “Help me up.”]
Baymax, the big marshmellow that he was, found it difficult to maneuver around the room between the divider and the bed. He chuckled, finally finding a flaw in his medical genius design. [#424ef4 “Baymax, just... just let HIro do it.”]
Tadashi tried to straighten his posture, feeling a stinging tear on the upper left bicep. Damn it. He should be more careful, especially when waking up from nightmares. He held out his hand, letting Hiro help him back up and into the bed, Baymax unrolling a new roll of gauze. Everything was sore, from his legs to his neck and then a headache.
[#424ef4 “Sorry about all this,”] he whispered to the younger Hamada. [#424ef4 “Sometimes I forget where I am.”] He lifted a hand to wipe his face clear of any betraying moisture.
A loud thud caused Hiro to shoot awake from the sleep he had fallen into, sitting up quickly. The heavy piece of literature that had been laying on his chest tumbled to the floor and hit with a solid whack. How long had he been out? It was difficult to discern as he wasn't really sure what time he had fallen asleep. Hiro had fallen into the habit of sleeping wherever he had been doing something, whether it be his desk, his bed, or the garage. This appeared to have been one of those times, the words of his book lulling him into a light sleep.
But what woke him up? Nothing seemed out of place. In all honesty, Hiro had grown used to the silence in the room while his brother had been hospitalized for the month and had forgotten he had returned home. It had taken a long time to grow used to it, the smaller Hamada not even wanting to sleep in his room for the first few days and instead chose to sleep on the couch. Once he learned that Tadashi was, in fact, coming back home again, it made it easier to face the empty room. But now his brother was back for his first night home and Hiro had let it slip his mind until he heard Baymax activate and move to the male's aid.
Tadashi! Was he alright?! Hiro began to move to the foot of his bed until he heard his brother snap at Baymax, instructing him to leave him alone for the time being. That tone of voice caused the raven-haired boy to stop in his tracks and simply stare at the divider that separated the room. He had never heard Tadashi use that tone before, the shock of it really what kept Hiro still. Not long after he heard his brother speak again, this time directed towards him, and his voice still held that bite to it. Was everything really alright? He doubted it if Tadashi was using that tone, especially after a fall to the floor, but the bitterness and frustration it held made Hiro feel powerless to do anything. He didn't want to anger him more by helping when he didn't want it, but felt guilty doing nothing.
So what should he do?
Quietly he slipped from his bed, moving slowly over to the divider and peeking around it to gauge the situation. If he really needed help, Hiro would be there to give it. And, if not, perhaps he wouldn't notice the smaller Hamada and he could go back to bed.
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