[Hello again! This chapter is a little shorter, but I felt like the last chapter didn't focus too much on what was going on with the rest of the team. They seem to be having some technical difficulties, huh? Looks like an unlikely hero will have to rise to the task! Please read and review-I'd love to know how I did! Thank you so much for your continued support!]

A little over two hours later, the team filed into GoGo's room, where she was lying on her cot—looking very unhappy and irritable.

"I can honestly say that this has to be the worst time to get a broken ankle."

Wasabi winced. "I hate to say so, but I agree. Maybe we could, I don't know, find a brace or something? Maybe Baymax-"

"Baymax is out of action," Honey Lemon reminded Wasabi quietly. "I know that we want to go out and find Hiro, but I think we need to figure out a plan first."

"What kind of plan do you have in mind, Honey Lemon? Because I'm at a loss for ideas."

"Hey, chill dude." GoGo's eyes were flint, staring the man down. "We get it, you're upset, but we need to remember to stick together."

"I'm not saying we shouldn't, I'm just saying that-"

"Will you guys just stop fighting?" Honey Lemon looked about ready to tear her hair out, placing her head in her hands.

Meanwhile, Fred remained at the side of the room, uncharacteristically quiet. Every so often, he'd glance at the red case, then turn back to the 'nerd herd', listening to their argument. Finally, he knelt down next to Baymax's container, running his fingertips over the control panel.

I may not be a student at SFIT, but that doesn't mean I know nothing about technology.

Fred glanced up every couple seconds as he gently manipulated the cords, replacing one with another, until finally, he was satisfied.

"Dude, what are you doing?"

Fred glanced up at Wasabi-who had finally calmed down-staring at him incredulously.

The English major shrugged. "My dad taught me about computers. I was never good enough at it to make a career for myself, but I caught a glimpse of the original panel. Hiro replaced it, but if I rewire it, the container should go back to the default settings."

The entire room suddenly fell silent, even GoGo's scowl replaced with something resembling resembling approval mixed with pure surprise.

"Since when-"

"I told you," the redhead said with a sigh, "My dad was great with computers. I just so happened to pick up on a few of his skills."

"And you only decided to tell us now?!" Wasabi didn't sound so much angry as incredulous, but Fred still winced.

"I didn't think it worth mentioning. Ow," he added, to see whether his adjustments had worked, and to his relief, the familiar whirring that came with Baymax emerging from his container filled the room.

"Hello. I am Baymax, your personal healthcare companion." The marshmallow man paused for a moment, considering the team in front of him. "Hello, Fred. What seems to be the problem?"

GoGo responded for him, cutting off the ginger's words. "I've broken my ankle. How long will it take to heal?"

Baymax was silent for a moment, then, replying in his monotone voice: "It takes about 6 weeks for a broken ankle to heal completely. I would suggest you remain off of it for that period of time, then see a physical therapist in order to learn to use it again."

The speed demon's eyes grew wide at this, and she leaned back, groaning with frustration. "Great. Just great. Can this seriously get any-?"

"Don't you dare," Honey Lemon interrupted, eyes wide. "You'll jinx it."

Baymax's head tilted to the side. "I'm sensing low levels of norepinephine and serotonin. What appears to be the problem?"

For the second time, the team fell silent. Finally, Honey Lemon felt the need to speak up.

"After you shut down at the warehouse, the masked man took Hiro."

"When will he be returning?"

Wasabi winced. "That's just it. We're not sure if he is, so we have to go looking for him as soon as GoGo's up to-"

"Don't you dare."

Shocked, the team turned to look at the figure on the bed, whose eyes had turned into hot coals. "Don't you even think about putting off finding the little dude for my sake. I'll never forgive myself."

The room fell silent once again, until Honey Lemon broke the silence. "Are you sure?"

"Very. Go save our friend-I'll be waiting here."

After finally managing to tear themselves away from the hospital room, the team was sitting back on the university campus, where they found themselves encountering another problem.

"What do you mean, you can't scan?!"

"I apologize for any inconvenience I am causing. However, I appear to be suffering from a malfunction in my scanner. I am incapable of using it currently." Baymax's monotone voice seemed almost apologetic—although the robot had no actual emotions to speak of.

Wasabi was growing increasingly frustrated as he paced back and forth on the grass. "What caused this malfunction?"

"This information is currently unknown."

"Do you know how this can be fixed?"

"This information is currently unknown. I would suggest asking Hiro for assistance."

Wasabi stopped to glare at the balloon-esque robot for a few seconds, before returning to his pacing, muttering something that certainly wouldn't be classified as K+ under his breath.

Honey Lemon and Fred sat on the grass beside Baymax, frowning as their friend vented. Fred had tried to ask the AI about his scanners, but Baymax ran into a wall every time he spoke, so he had given up.

Wasabi stopped pacing and glanced at the chemist—who was pulling handfuls of grass out of the ground and setting them on her companion. "Honey Lemon, can you try and talk some sense into this guy?"

Rolling her eyes, the Latina sighed and got to her feet. "I don't know what to tell you, Wasabi. I'm a chemist, not a robotics student."

"Neither am I, but it's worth a shot, isn't it?"

After a few seconds, Honey Lemon walked up to the robot, confused. "So... um... there isn't anything that you could do to remedy this?"

Baymax didn't reply for a few seconds, then: "I could run diagnostics."

Wasabi froze. "Then why didn't you do that in the first place?!"

"I have been 'doing that in the first place'," Baymax replied with something resembling sarcasm. "However, diagnostics have been having difficulties finding the issue. I am attempting an advanced scan, but this could take several hours, which—from your previous statements—we may not have."

At least we're getting somewhere, Wasabi thought with relief. "Run it anyways," he answered, sincerely hoping that this scan would fix whatever was going on with the nursebot. "In the meantime, we'll search the city. Maybe we'll find something."

"Whatever you say, Mr. Grumpy Pants," Fred replied cheerfully, jumping to his feet.

"Fred?'

"...Yes?"

"I will laser-hand you in the face."

"Sorry."

[Hello again! I just wanted to thank you guys so much for the support-it means so much to me, and I'll try to get to the next chapter as soon as possible! Oblivious out~! *throws self out of the frame*]