Authors note-

Hello everyone! This is my first fanfiction and I am so happy to finally post it. I started writing this and I needed help editing, soooo my friend -Dreamwriter- and I started to work together on it! I do plan this to be a multi chapter story, yet this will be a slow update. I mean slow update! I will be working all summer and I won't have much time to write, but I did manage to scrounge up enough time to draw the cover photo myself, so please don't steal it, I worked hard on it. Hope you guys like it and feel free to leave reviews!

-I don't own Big Hero 6

Chapter 1: First Wounds

"Move out of the way!" A man yelled. A crowd started to gather, people from every direction were trying to get a view of who the paramedics were surrounding. From the police setting up blocks and rubble on the ground, it was hard to see through the chaos. Every now and then, there would be a break amongst the medics, and a small body laying lifeless on the ground could be seen. Off to the side, the team Big Hero 6 had obvious scratches and wounds, but none of them seemed to care. Something was off, however. It seemed they were missing their youngest member. They all were yelling at one another. Occasionally, someone could see them point to the crowd of paramedics, or even hear a yell from one of them saying something was the others' fault.

(*)

Hiro stumbled back into consciousness to a ringing echoing in his ear along with muffled sounds. Slowly, he opened his eyes, but his vision had a red tint to it. All he saw were dark red silhouettes all around him. Muffled voices were coming from each red figure, Hiro began to wonder who they were, and what they were doing to him. Hiro tried to turn his head, but was stopped by a searing pain in his neck, hitting him like a train. Soon he was consumed by it. It wasn't just in his neck though, but his whole body was wracked in pain. His skin burned, his head was throbbing, even his bones ached. He tried to scream, but the sound was stopped by what felt to be a tube in his throat.

"Mr. Hamada. Mr. Hamada can you hear me?"

Hiro tried to look at the women who was calling him, but all he could see was a dark red silhouette hovering above him.

"Get me a rag!" the women yelled. A moment later, Hiro felt a cloth wiping his face. As soon as she finished, Hiro opened his eyes, taking a moment for his eyes to adjust to the light. Soon the woman's face came into view, along with the other figures. What he saw nearly scared him to death. The rag the women held was soaked with blood, and the people around him frantically were wrapping cloths around his legs and waist. Their hands were dripping with crimson.

"Get the stretcher here, now!" One of the men wrapping Hiro's leg yelled, gesturing his hands to something out of Hiro's view. Hiro looked down at the man's hands. The red liquid slid down his arms and dripped at the point of his elbow. It was Hiro's blood covering the medics.

'Wait…..why are there medics? Why are they covered in blood…? Why is it my blood?' Hiro's mind was racing with questions. He couldn't recall where he was or what had happened. Another medic came sprinting in and stopped right next to Hiro's left side.

"Sir, I just got off the radio with the hospital." He said to the man who previously spoke.

'Oh no, this can't be good.' Hiro thought, he hated hospitals.

"Well, what did they say?!" The man was flipping his scarlet colored hands in the air in impatience.

"They said there is an opening and they are waiting for the patient in the operating room."

Hiro's mind was spinning at this point, fear swallowing him up. He began to panic. Ignoring the immense pain as best he could, he began to struggle to get up. The paramedics grasped his legs, arms and waist to hold him down. They all kept telling him to calm down, but Hiro just ignored them and continued to try and push them away.

"Mr. Hamada." The woman once again leaned over him, her eyes filled with concern. 'Just like Tadashi.' Hiro thought at the sudden sight of the woman, eyes so filled with worry. It was the same look Tadashi would give him when he was concerned for Hiro. The memory of his brother got him to relax, the paramedics continued to gingerly wrap his body. Tears formed at the corners of his eyes just at the continuing thought of his dead brother.

"Mr. Hamada." She repeated, "We are going to take you to the hospital. Please stay calm and try not to speak. You have been badly injured and we had to put a breathing tube down your throat to clear your airway. Just keep your eyes on me. We'll get through this together."

Hiro nodded slightly in response.

After she turned away, Hiro began to look around. He didn't want to focus on her. He wanted to figure out what happened. Pain lanced through him like lightning as he turned his head, tears sliding down his face as he tried to ignore it. Little off to his right, Hiro saw a big dog-like robot laying on the ground, lifeless. Its body consisted of smoothly rounded, silver-colored plates forming the shape. The head had black empty slits for eyes, and teeth that were encrusted with dried blood. Next to the robot sat Hiro's helmet with the visor cracked and in the back of it a large bite taken out, which made him look away in disgust. The hole in the back of his helmet was still dripping with viscous liquid that looked black from where he was. Putting two and two together Hiro remembered that he was there on a mission to stop the new rising 'super villain,' as Fred put it. Fred and the others. Where were his friends?

Looking around a little more, Hiro caught sight of a big red robot and around it were his friends in their suits. Sighing the best he could (it was hard to with a tube in his throat), relief flooded through him. Honey Lemon -who towered over everyone even without her high heels - had her face hidden in her hands…..crying? Fred, with his monster suit, seemed in stress, cradling his head with one hand with the other on his hip. Wasabi, in his teal armor, was raising his hands up in protest and seemed to be him yelling at Gogo. The speed demon herself, in her slim fitting yellow armor, pointed at Wasabi, then pointed at Hiro and the paramedics.

'Is Gogo blaming Wasabi? Blaming him for what happened?' Hiro was so lost on what was going on. To what he could recall, no one was around him when he was attacked...wait, how did he remember that?

Suddenly Hiro felt another lance of pain, erupting from the back of his head, breaking him from his thoughts. The sheer force of it made Hiro arch his back. His muscles seemed to lock, keeping him in the contorted position, as the pain continued to grow. He was screaming internally and kicking his legs away from the medics, but in reality, Hiro was just a frozen bowed form. Finally his muscles gave way, sending his body back into the cold ground with a thud. His vision blurred as he made desperate attempts to breathe.

As if on cue, someone gently began to pull the tube out of his throat. Once Hiro felt the tube leave his lips, he gasped for the fresh air, letting it fill his lungs. Then he let out a bloodcurdling scream. The medics around him jumped at the sudden noise, but they continued trying to stop the spilling blood that had now created a pool around them.

Hiro's body was shaking fiercely from the immense pain reverberating through his body, tears surge down his cheeks and sobs escaping from his quivering lips.

"Hiro!" Four voices screamed in unison at him as the sound faded. Hiro quickly realized the voices were from his friends, but when Hiro tried to say something, all that slipped past his lips were dry raspy coughs. He carefully looked over, seeing his friends running to him, along with Baymax.

(*)

Gogo looked down at the small teen's face, covered in blood and dirt. What sent the strong-headed speed demon over the edge where the trails of tears streaking across his face. She cupped her mouth trying to stop the sobs from escaping her, but failed as one escaped despite her attempts. Tears began to rush down her face. She looked over to Honey Lemon, who had already been crying, and saw that she had newly formed tears rushing down her already salted cheeks. Fred and Wasabi were the same, both letting out small sobs, with tears forming in their eyes.

(*)

Hiro felt weak and absolutely drained. Sound of rattling wheels rolling across the ground made all the paramedics look up from the boy, setting their attention to the source. It was the stretcher. Someone placed a long, brightly-colored board right beside Hiro.

"Ok lift on 3!" The women from before shouted to the other paramedics, all of them moving around and placing their hands under Hiro, ready to lift. "Mr. Hamada, if you can hear me, we are going to lift you up for just a second. Once we get you on this board, we can get you on the stretcher, into the ambulance, and on your way to the hospital." She turned to all the others around her, and nodded to each one, checking if they were ready.

"Ok, one...two...THREE!" Hiro screamed again as they lifted him up, every inch of his body freezing at the sudden stress. Once they laid him down on the board, the hands that lifted him shifted to the outside rim of the board. Again, the woman counted to three, lifting him up and over to the stretcher that waited nearby. Turning his head once again, he looked at his friends as the paramedics took him away. Just knowing that they were safe and they all were unharmed let him feel at peace. Hiro's eyelids began to feel heavy. His body began to relax, the pain slowly started to subside, and his eyes fluttering closed.

"Mr. Hamada?" The women called while gently tapping his cheek. Hiro didn't respond. He was letting the coldness surround him, letting the pain he felt slip away. He liked it, and he began to feel better. "We are losing him! Get him in the ambulance now!" The woman's voice was the last thing Hiro heard before the darkness took him.

(*)

As the ambulance sped off, the team just stood there, shocked, scared, hell they were frozen! Gogo listened to the sirens until they faded into a distant whine. Her heart ached, her very soul broke. How could it be that the sweetest and smartest of them all, had to go through the worst? Hiro never deserved this.

"Gogo?" Fred gently laid a hand on her shoulder and turned to look at her eyes.

Fred was stunned at what he saw. Gogo, the strongest of them all, always teasing them, hitting them, or just being so stubborn, was crying.

"Hey...he's going to be ok." He now was holding both her shoulders, looking her straight in the eyes. Her gaze, normally harsh and cold, was now soft and filled with so much sorrow. Fresh tears etched their way down, as she gripped his wrists with her white-knuckled hands. Her lips began to quiver, eyes closing.

"Gogo-" Fred was cut short by Gogo pulling him into a tight hug. Shocked at first, Fred just stared at his friends, but soon wrapped his monster arms around her small frame, holding her close. Her sobs began to get louder, streams of tears falling on Fred's shoulder. He didn't mind. He knew that, to Gogo, Hiro wasn't just a friend. He was a sibling, a brother. Hiro was a sibling to all of them. Ever since Tadashi died, they knew Hiro would need someone to care for him, to help him, and definitely to keep him out of trouble. Wasabi, Honey, Fred and Gogo took that responsibility happily. Hiro was their brother and now he was in trouble.

Honey Lemon and Wasabi looked on in shock as the speed demon hugged the comic-loving geek. It broke them from their thoughts for a moment, until they heard Gogos cries.

"I sense you are all in distress, commonly known as sadness." A soft, voice came from the large red-plated body. Taking a few steps towards the group, Baymax tilted his head before continuing, "Hiro…" the small rounded head lifted to where the ambulance had driven off, "Hiro, has multiple bite wounds on his," a screen showed up on his red chest showing an outline of a human body, "Legs, torso, arms, and neck." All the areas mentioned were highlighted in red on the visual outline.

Gogo didn't look up, but she could easily hear everyone's reactions. Fred buried his face in her hair, and Honey gasped a little and covered her face, not wanting to see the truth. Baymax simply looked on, deciding the imagery seemed to be a little too much for his friends, before switching it off. Wasabi simply closed his eyes, allowing yet another tear trace its way down his cheek.

"Thank you for turning that off, Baymax." He mumbled, hugging Honey.

"I apologize. I assumed you would feel better if you were more informed." Wasabi peered over Honey Lemon's shoulder and saw the crowd that was pointing in their direction. More police cars began to show up, along with media vans. With the doors sliding open, camera crews, news women and men about ready to address the cameras, emerged from the darkness from the cars. Police officers tried to push them back, but with their past experiences, the team knew the media couldn't be held back for long. Slowly releasing Honey from their long hug, he gave her a shy smile and wiped a stray tear off her cheek.

"Come on…. we better go." He whispered, looking past Honey to the other two team members locked in an embrace. Baymax waddled up to the group, wings out, ready to fly the team elsewhere.

"Where would you like to go?" The robot asked with a small tilt of his head. Glances were then exchanged and nods were given, each seeming to know where each one wished to go.

"Well, I guess we're off to my place." Fred mumbled as he looked at Baymax. One by one, they each climbed on the large robot's back, lifting off into the clouded sky.

(*)

They all just sat there, blank stares on their face, and no words had been spoken in over an hour. Now, all in their normal clothes, each one just stared vacantly at a corner of the room, lost in thought. Every now and then, they heard a shuffling or a squeak from a certain nursebot, who was putting ointment and bandaids on the numerous burns and cuts that all of them had. Gogo had a cut that ran deep. Blood was still pooling out of it. Baymax informed her that she may feel a slight sting. A small needle then emerged from one of Baymax's fingers and he quickly cleaned the wound with an antibiotic spray from one of his other fingers, then stitched up the cut.

"All your wounds have been addressed, yet still you all are showing signs of depression." Baymax plopped next to the last of the team, " I suggest talking about your feelings. Who would like to start?" Sighs came from each member. They knew what they needed to do, but none of them wanted to speak up. The silence lengthened between them until Baymax spoke back up.

"Hiro would not want this. He would want you all happy, enjoying-"

"Well Hiro's not here! He's in the hospital, probably dying because of me!" All eyes landed on Gogo, who was crying again. She fell to her knees and cradled her head within her hands, tears retracing there tracks on her cheeks.

"B-because of m-me…" she quietly repeated, "I couldn't prot-tect him!" She took a shaky breath, "He w-was right in-in front of me. I t-tryed to get t-to him but-" She couldn't finish her sentence, sinking to the ground she ripped at her hair, an agonized look in her wide eyes.

"Gogo, stop!" Wasabi scrambled over to her hunched form, grasping her clenched hands in vain attempts to calm her. Instead of having the desired effect, she tore her hands away from his. Turning on her heel, she ran away from her friend. Wrenching at her hair again, she screamed, "It's my fault! He's going to die! It's all my fault!" Screaming at the top of her lungs, she slammed her fist on a table, tears cascading down her cheeks on to its reflective surface. Fred, Wasabi and Honey quickly rushed to her aid, grasping her arms and trying to hold her back. Her purple-streaked hair flew as she bucked against her friends, screaming and yelling. Suddenly, the grips of her friends were replaced with large white arms, bringing her close in a soft hug.

"Those who feel guilt or hurt need lots of compassion and reassurance." Baymax's voice echoed in her ears, causing her body to relax. Baymax turned his head and began to pat her head, "There, there, you will be alright." A smile worked its way on her face and she turned towards him and buried her face in his soft vinyl form.

"Gogo, don't blame yourself. It's all our faults that Hiro is in the hospital." Honey quietly spoke, looking at the now buried figure of Gogo. Honey had never seen Gogo this open before. No one had. They all were a little shaken by how she just broke down at the incident. Normally Honey was the sappy one, crying about almost anything, but all of them were showing a side of themselves none of them had ever seen.

"Thank you, Baymax," Letting go of the marshmallow robot, Gogo looked at her friends, "Thank you guys, im sorry for how I acted…" Glancing at her feet she wiped a single tear away.

"Don't be." Honey chuckled before hugging her tight. Wasabi and Fred joined in, wrapping their arms around the two girls. They all looked like a messes, each with red eyes, puffy cheeks, soot-covered hair, and tattered clothing.

All were lost in the embrace before Fred spoke up, "So...how will we tell Hiro's Aunt?" Everyone stared at him in horrified silence.

So hope you guys liked the first chapter! I know that in the movie Gogo wasn't very emotional….so in this I really wanted to show a softer side of her (come on it makes sense why she is so upset). Also I just want to tell all of you again this will be a slow update! Please if you like my twist on the story, stick with me! There's more twist, anger, action, sadness, ect….to come in the next chapters. Please leave reviews!

~Forever-Young890

I love being the stealthy edit ninja. WHEEEEEE

~Dreamwriter