Soli Deo gloria
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Big Hero 6.
TAKE TWELVE:
Baymax lay as a horizontal marshmallow on a long metal stretcher. Tadashi stood over him like a heart surgeon, carefully applying a substance like glue, only more seam-sealing.
"Is he going to live, Doc?" Fred inquired.
Tadashi leaned back from the prone frame of his robot and wiped his hands onto a white towel to rid them of the greasy brown oil. "Well, I hope so. I've done all I can for him," he said in a serious teasing voice, the one usually reserved for Hiro.
"Except for CPR," Gogo pointed out. She sat, cross-legged, on Tadashi's swivel chair, all arms folded and doubt in Baymax's working right scribbled all over her no-nonsense face. "You haven't tried that."
"Let's see if he works, 'Dashi!" Honey said. Wearing pink high heels and her hands in clasped fists, she looked like a hyperactive child excited for Christmas.
Wasabi, Fred, and Tadashi wrestled the floundering robot into a standing position, and the camera captured all four college students in its lens. "My name is Tadashi Hamada," Tadashi said evenly into the heart of the storm, and he allowed several beats for Fred to bounce in, "and he's here with Fred Lee!" Then Honey peeked in with a quick, "Honey Lemon!" Gogo pushed her chair into fuller view and raised her arm: "Gogo Tamago present;" and then Wasabi with "and Wasabi No-Ginger; but for future reference, that isn't my real name!"
"—and this is the twelfth test of my robotics project," Tadashi finished.
Baymax was turned on; hopes raised, eyes watched, breathless, in anticipation, waiting—
—and it turned out kinda anti-climatic. It wasn't successful, or it would've been satisfying. Still, at least Baymax turned his head to his flaming arm and said in acknowledgement, "My arm appears to have caught fire."
At least he could identify injuries; that was something, right?
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