How To Save A Life [Hiro x Reader]

✎6- Your Personal Human Baymax.

Still that weird second/third person thing going on.

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"And is the reason why you look awful also the same reason why you called me at 3 am?"

"That's hurtful, you know. And yes," Hiro said running his hand down his face. "Alright, back to work."

He tried to get back up on his feet, only to stumble from imbalance. The guy would have faceplanted not the ground if it was for you.

"Hiro, you look awful," you said softly. Or tried to. It probably sounded more like an insult. "You should get some rest."

"Yeah, I know," Hiro replied gruffly. He ripped his arms out of the your grip. "But I'm not going to."

"As a paramedic, I order you to sleep as treatment for your sleep-deprivation. It's not good for you to pull stressful all nighters," you said firmly (and logically), authority dripping from your voice. In this situation, you had to bring your adult/business voice. But since when did Hiro listen to anybody?

"Oh, so you know it's fucking stressful, huh?" Hiro snapped angrily, suddenly wide awake. "And you're still telling me to rest? No! Not until I find him."

Okay, Mr. Potty Mouth. So, Hiro was the mood-swinger type when sleep-deprived. One moment he was droopy and the next he's ready to bite someone's head off. Classic.

But you weren't going to take any of it. You never did.

"'Cause I'm totally not a paramedic, genius," you blandly said. "I never work under stressful circumstances."

The sarcasm was palpable. But, Hiro continued to search for whatever he was looking for.

"Look dude," you sighed. "If you don't sleep right now, I swear I will shove some strong-ass melatonin into your crusty pie hole."

"My--?"

"Your mouth, okay? Your big mouth. Don't think dirty."

"Wasn't going to."

"Right."

You had a miniature staring contest, where lightning could possibly be seen darting between your eyes. You looked down into each other's souls and--

"Hiro, doesn't Baymax have a tracker?"

"That's what I'm trying to find!" Hiro dove under his bed again.

"You know, I thought you would be more organized than this. I find that the older you get, the more of a mess you are."

"Jeez, I thought you were supposed to be supporting me."

"I am."

"Aha! Eureka!" Hiro popped up with a small chip between his fingers. "I knew it was here somewhere."

"That's the tracker?"

"Uh, yeah."

"I thought that the tracker was going to be some sort of device?"

"No, why?" Hiro scoffed.

"I just imagined the tracker to have a screen or something," you explained. "Kinda like a gameboy-ish shape, I dunno."