a/n: I don't own the characters, just the story.
"Ow…"
Even by the slightest whisper of the man who lay uncomfortably on his softest cushion, the round portal embedded on the red box glowed dimly serving as the only light inside the darkness. There is a sound of air being pumped, giving body to the sluggish composure. And in a second, a white figure is formed from the case and came out the product of his brother's passion.
There is a sound of what almost all of its kind makes when they move. Metal kissing, plastic groaning and wires stretching to produce movements. Ever so slowly, the one who is awoken or rather, called by the one who whimpered the slightest whisper goes beside the bed. Its eyes wanders to its patient.
It watches its patient for a moment and then raises its right hand. It made a circular motion, "Hello, I am Baymax, your personal health care companion."
The man turns to the being hovering over him. "Hay buddy…"
"I will scan you now…" A frail hand reaches for the robot. "Scan complete. You-"
"Shhh…" The man pushes himself up, feeling his age piercing through. His spine, chest, joints all creak with difficulty. He groans in pain but tries to mask it with a laugh. But even with that effort, the robot is alerted as it should. The man earns a gentle help from his robotic nurse. He grins then slowly leaned on the pillows.
The robot blinks its eyes at the man. "Your heart is-"
"Make sure the little ones finish their meal."
It tries again, "The infection is spreading-"
He chuckles, "And have their bath, those hairy babies hate the water for some reason…"
It hold its right hand up again, raising its pointing finger. "Diagnosis-"
"Speaking of hairy babies, be gentle to Mochi's grandkitties." He sighs, looking nostalgic. "Ohhh-that darn cat reproduced too much."
It was no use.
It bears no heart yet it is feeling something for within. It feels nostalgic and painful and understandable. Now it knows how hard it is for its patient to say those words so that it can wholeheartedly sacrifice itself.
But that time… It gave him hope. Why can he let it do the same?
"I can help you…" The robot says, desperate. The man laughs weakly remembering a similar situation. Inside the portal where he thought he lost his only support. "I can think of something…"
"There is no time…" The man whispers wearily.
"Hiro…" And if only robots could cry, history has repeated itself. "Please… No…"
"Baymax…" He murmurs. He looks at it with teary eyes then smiles again. With what is left of his strength, Hiro raises his arms then hugs Baymax sharing what is left of his warmth. He sighs, content now. His best friend closes its eyes, remembering all of the things that it could preserve, to show for its next patients. It hugs him back, resting its head on his. "I will always be with you"
"I am satisfied with my care…"
a/n: listening to "Immortals" by FOB gave me a heart ache and here is the aftermath. -.-