Hiro was disoriented when he was knocked from Baymax's back, hitting the ground and rolling a good thirty feet before coming to rest in the middle of the street, inches from a bright red minivan, which he was forced to roll under as a missile flew directly into the pavement. He was terrified, his breaths quick and shallow.
This was definitely not going as planned.
This was supposed to be a team fight, but the team was sort of preoccupied with the evil henchmen that this creep had brought with him. He was alone.
The boy watched, heart pounding, from beneath the vehicle as the missile exploded, barely having time to curl up and cover his face as debris scattered everywhere, tearing apart storefronts.
His ears were ringing, all he could hear was tearing metal and muffled shouting before the sunlight overhead blinded him, and he blacked out. Before losing consciousness, he vaguely remembered voices calling out to him, and he tried to respond, but his lips weren't functioning along with his brain, and he slipped, giving way to the darkness.

Tadashi was there. He was talking, but Hiro couldn't hear him… He was somehow muted, even though he was standing four feet away from him, talking to a shadowed figure. Where… Where were they? Looking around, he saw the all too familiar surrounding bars and concrete of the police station. What had they done to get in here?
"Tadashi…? Tadashi!" Hiro called to his brother, but he didn't turn around. In fact, he gave no indication that he even heard. Instead, Tadashi gave an apparent shout, slamming his fists into the bars. The shadow did not move at all.
What was happening? Why wasn't he looking over here? Were they both dead…?
"Tadashi!" There was a row of bars separating them, and it was driving Hiro mad. Sticking his arms through, he tried to reach out, his fingers brushing against his brother's shirt. He felt real…
Tadashi stiffened, turning slowly, a look of anguish on his face. His lips formed his brother's name, and then Hiro woke up.
It was a dream.
A terrible, terrible dream. The kind that gives you hope, then snatches it away.
Now, in the real world, Hiro woke to the smell of disinfectant and the sounds of a television flicking from channel to channel, coming to rest on some weather station. Prying his eyes open, he grunted at the bright lights, as if that would make them go away. His mouth felt as if it was stuffed with cotton, and his eyes felt like they'd been rubbed with sandpaper. But the worst was his ears. He could hardly hear anything, it was all muffled and wooly…
"Ugh…" He mumbled, and there was a great commotion from just beside him, a chair falling to the side, making his ears ring again. He groaned, trying to rub his eyes but stopping as something tugged at his hand. A… Tube? A clear plastic tube attached to his hand.
"Wha…?"
"HIRO!" The shout made him jump, his heart rate spiking as his vision came into focus on Aunt Cass, who looked relieved, but also livid.
"Hiro, how do you feel? Should I call a nurse, are you hungry?" She asked, swarming him, putting a hand on his forehead to check his temperature.
"Aun' Cass, I'm fine… Where's Baymax? What about Gogo and Honey and Wasabi and Fred?" He asked before growing a bit lightheaded and laying back.
"They're all fine, Hiro. They're a little beat up, but you took the brunt of it. I'm gonna call a nurse."

"No, I have to see them." He mumbled, trying to sit up, but his aunt pushed him down. His head was throbbing now, and he could feel a bandage wrapped around his temples.
"You have a concussion, Hiro Hamada. You're not going anywhere." Cass said sharply, and he knew there was no point in fighting it.
"I can call them, though... Wait, wait..." She looked around, thinking.
"Ow!" Calling out, Cass grinned as Baymax inflated at the foot of Hiro's bed.
"Baymax! Boy, am I glad to see you..." The boy grinned, looking up at the robot, who waved at him.
"Hiro, are you feeling better? Should I scan you for ailments?" He asked, and Hiro smiled.
"No, you don't have to. You could call my friends, though." He suggested, and images of each of his friends appeared on the vinyl stomach of the robot.
"Contacting your friends. Your friends have been contacted." He said, waddling over to the side of the bed, squeaking with every step.
"Thanks, buddy. What happened?" Hiro had pretty much disregarded Cass completely, but she didn't seem to to mind, as she'd left the room to talk to a nurse.
"You were in an accident. I called for emergency help, as I was unable to resolve your injuries on my own in our state at the time." Baymax said, and Hiro sighed.
"Thanks..." He mumbled, his mind trailing off to his dream. Tadashi was in it... what could that mean? It wasn't long before Hiro found himself drifting away into sleep, mumbling a quick 'satisfied with my care' so that Baymax would deactivate while he slept.
He dreamed again, but this time, it was a little more hectic.
Although Tadashi was absent from this dream, it was still gut wrenching. He was inside the portal again, the colors and smoke rolling about. He floated in midair, looking around for a way out. Seeing the bright light, Hiro began to kick and struggle towards it, clawing at the pink and purple clouds, but alas, he could not move.
"Help!" He called out, reaching out towards the light. "Help, anyone!" He might have been panicking now. The air was cold, burning his lungs and nearly freezing his limbs.
"Hiro!" The voice caused him to turn, looking around.
No one was there.
"Hiro, Hiro! Hiro!" Several voices now, and he realized that they were coming from the light. Kicking his legs, the boy called out, trying to move, but it was as if he was in jello.
"Hiro, wake up!"