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[When Professor Callaghan was arrested, a lot changed. He admitted to everything, causing the fire, stealing Hiro's tech... everything. But the last thing he told the police was a shock to everyone.
Tadashi was alive.
As he had used the mircobots to protect himself from the flames, he had watched Tadashi entered the burning building. But the blast happened, faster than he expected. He did what he could to protect his student, but there was only so much he could do as the explosion of flames rippled through the building.
Tadashi was hurt. Badly. The burns to his arms, legs, and chest were pretty severe, but nothing medical care and a lot of therapy couldn't fix. He would have limits, but if he pushed himself and kept following his therapy, he had a chance to be close to what he was before.
Only, the burns weren't the only problem. When the blast hit, it sent him flying, knocking him back. And hard.
The swelling on his brain was more of a concern than the burns, to put it nicely. He was comatose for a time. The doctors feared he might not even wake. But he proved them wrong. One day, completely out of the blue, he woke up.
"Who am I?" isn't exactly the first thing anyone wants to hear out of a trauma patient, especially a John Doe like him, but it was progress.
Little things came back with time. He couldn't explain why, but he liked fiddling with electronics. The nurses were kind enough to bring him little things to work on, encouraging him to move more and build his strength back up. He was also fond of one of the other kids in the hospital. He was a hyper little thing, despite being sick, and his favorite thing ever was his toy robot. Maybe he couldn't explain it, but something about it felt right.
But then the attack on the Krei Tech campus hit the news. Callaghan was arrested, and when he talked, he told them where he had taken Tadashi. He had left him anonymously at the ER so he could be seen to, not wanting to let him die. He would've said something before if he could, but it would've given away his plans and he couldn't do that.
Needless to say, the hospital was contacted and a meet was set up.
Tadashi was speechless, to say the least. Months of being clueless, of not knowing who he was... it had been terrible. He knew he had a family out there somewhere, but now that they were coming?
He couldn't help but be nervous. He didn't remember his own name, let alone his family. What were they like?
The minutes leading up to their arrival felt like hours.
Tadashi was alive.
As he had used the mircobots to protect himself from the flames, he had watched Tadashi entered the burning building. But the blast happened, faster than he expected. He did what he could to protect his student, but there was only so much he could do as the explosion of flames rippled through the building.
Tadashi was hurt. Badly. The burns to his arms, legs, and chest were pretty severe, but nothing medical care and a lot of therapy couldn't fix. He would have limits, but if he pushed himself and kept following his therapy, he had a chance to be close to what he was before.
Only, the burns weren't the only problem. When the blast hit, it sent him flying, knocking him back. And hard.
The swelling on his brain was more of a concern than the burns, to put it nicely. He was comatose for a time. The doctors feared he might not even wake. But he proved them wrong. One day, completely out of the blue, he woke up.
"Who am I?" isn't exactly the first thing anyone wants to hear out of a trauma patient, especially a John Doe like him, but it was progress.
Little things came back with time. He couldn't explain why, but he liked fiddling with electronics. The nurses were kind enough to bring him little things to work on, encouraging him to move more and build his strength back up. He was also fond of one of the other kids in the hospital. He was a hyper little thing, despite being sick, and his favorite thing ever was his toy robot. Maybe he couldn't explain it, but something about it felt right.
But then the attack on the Krei Tech campus hit the news. Callaghan was arrested, and when he talked, he told them where he had taken Tadashi. He had left him anonymously at the ER so he could be seen to, not wanting to let him die. He would've said something before if he could, but it would've given away his plans and he couldn't do that.
Needless to say, the hospital was contacted and a meet was set up.
Tadashi was speechless, to say the least. Months of being clueless, of not knowing who he was... it had been terrible. He knew he had a family out there somewhere, but now that they were coming?
He couldn't help but be nervous. He didn't remember his own name, let alone his family. What were they like?
The minutes leading up to their arrival felt like hours.
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but if callahagn hadn't set the fire, tadashi wouldn't have been in danger in the first place, or almost died, or lost his memory, or —
it's so messed up. if krei hadn't let abigail go into an unstable portal, callahagn wouldn't have become the revenge-obsessed monster he is. but abigail hadn't gone in unwillingly either, and she hadn't even died. maybe if callahagn had spent all that time working with krei to research portals, they could've found her sooner. maybe baymax wouldn't have had to sacrifice himself for that rescue. if krei had practiced safer science, maybe none of this would've happened. maybe callahagn would've turned out like this anyway. maybe the problem was looking for someone to blame instead of trying to do the right thing. just thinking about it is enough to give him a headache.
he starts just a little when tadashi answers, because the smile, and the optimistic response — of course — catches him off-guard. he watches curiously as tadashi brings the papers over, picking them up when they're offered. at first, he doesn't see anything besides the doodles that don't really mean anything. but he is looking, really looking, and maybe he just wants to see familiarity because he starts to — the microbot, one of the many times they tried to get mochi in rocket shoes, and —
just to be clear, he doesn't cry or anything when he sees baymax's face (over and over, as he flips through the papers), but there's a very real, kind of wobbly smile that takes over his face. he has to breathe in and out once or twice just to steady himself, before he speaks up.]
Y — yeah. Yeah. Some of it is familiar. You made some of this stuff, Tadashi. [there's a joke he could maybe make about tadashi remembering their projects before remembering him, but right now...they feel like one and the same thing.] It looks like you really are remembering.
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But even more than that, he was glad for Hiro. He didn't know which was worst, forgetting or being the one forgotten. So this was progress, this was hope, for the both of them.]
So it's not nonsense? [He has to stifle a laugh at that, as he looks over Hiro's shoulder at the papers.]
At least tell me I didn't actually put rocket boots on a cat.
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Three times. At least. It actually worked the last time...and then we realized we forgot about brakes. Mochi wouldn't come near either of us for a month.
glares at those broken icons
We did? Are you serious? [no brakes, good grief he can't even imagine the chaos that caused. It feels...vaguely familiar, like a dream, but that's more than he's had to cling to since-- well, since he could remember anything, and that makes him want to keep Hiro talking.]
What else have we built together? [He noticed that "we" there.] Hopefully our other inventions were a little more... cat-friendly.
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[hiro's shoulders hunch up and he kind of grimaces. he's trying hard to sound convincing, really; he just sucks at it.]