If you remembered correctly...the pieces where aligned well on the motherboard and everything should...hopefully run well. You seemingly had all the parts to build a test model. You just needed to attach them, holding the soldering iron carefully meld them in.
Wearing googles, avoiding any of the sparks that flew up. Wasabi rang in your mind, for a moment you stopped working thinking of him. Your heart dropped.
For a moment, you went back to work. There was no time really to become side track. Carefully using some tweezers pick up a small piece sorted in the small tray next to you for the board and attach it.
Focused.
You get another and do the same thing. Then another and another...and-
It didn't fit!
"What-?" You stop, lifting the goggles. Look closely at the small piece resting between the tweezers.
It didn't fit.
"No!" You sigh, shoulders slump.
You thought for sure you obtained the right one, you remembered...remembered the prints. The structure...everything!
How did you—
"I cannot complete it, if I do not have all the right components. I thought," you set the soldering iron down in a huff. "For sure that I grabbed it-"
Recounting for a moment finding and snatching the piece that...night, realize because of being interrupted suddenly by unneeded guests, grabbed the wrong one in a hast.
"No," your shoulders drop.
Great. You'd have to go out and get another. But, going back there...was unlikely. The others might be keeping tabs and that would be one of places. Where could you get one now then?
Musing over the setback, your phone alarm goes off. Clicking it off, pick it up and read the reminder. Your eyes lower a glance to the floor.
Did you really want to do this?
Better question did you have too?
A part of felt a heaviness that you should, the other blocked it coldly. It's been so long, where you really up for it?
Hiro thought the same thing in a jittered walk, his hands gripping the manila folder filled about 1inch thick of papers Granville like an iron clamp, gripping tighter to prevent them from shaking. It did little to elevate it, his knuckles started turning white his temperature started rising. Baymax trying to match the boy's speed, picked up the Hiro's sudden body chemistry change and provided the needed as well appropriate care. Raising a palm closest to Hiro, points a finger and blows cool air.
"Ah, Baymax, what are you doing!" Hiro demanded, holding up the folder trying to block the air. Just pushed the robot's hand away. "What was that for?"
Baymax raised the same finger again, Hiro pushed down lifting a brow awaiting Baymax's answer. "Your body temperature increased," he informed, bringing up a Hiro's chart, pointing to it. "caused by your increased heart rate, that is pumping twice its normal speed. Releasing large amounts of dopamine and endorphin throughout your body. Particularly, endorphin. Which signals a person is nervous, you are nervous, Hiro."
Hiro swiped his eyes to the side quickly, brought up the folder coughed in it, while trying to hide the red glow on appearing on his cheeks. Took a moment to collect his rambling thoughts. Looked back at the robot.
"I'm eager, that's...that's all," he stammered, jittering his eyes left to right. Swallowing the lump in his throat. Baymax tilted his head a bit. "it's not like I'm nervous and thrilled seeing May, after all this time." He tried to shrug. A nervous chuckle followed.
Baymax blinked a bit. "Hiro, it is normal to feel excited to see one who has been absent for some time. It is called longing or yearning. You are just excited in seeing a May, she is very important to you and the others."
Hiro dropped his eye to the folder a long softness settled in them, there was no arguing with a health care robot. His heart fluttered reading May's name on the folder. He wondered, what he'd say when they'd meet. A simple hello seem right, how would you react when that time came? Would you feel sort of awkward a bit, unable to look him in the eyes? A bit of guilt wrinkled on face like it would be on his, who would be the first to apologize? All these questions and more bundled in his mind, he couldn't figure out which topped the other, what he would say. But, it soon came.
Though would he say it?
He didn't have time to decided, lost in his thoughts he didn't realize he arrived, if Baymax hadn't tapped him. Taking a step back Hiro leaned his head back to see upward at the tall building casting a long shadow over him and everything else behind him.
You lived here now? His mouth nearly dropped, it was quickly pushed back up by gloved hand. "What?" Hiro came back and found an elder man around Heathcliff's age if not a few years older. Dressed like Fred's butler. Jimmy set firm eyes on Hiro, bowed a little.
"Mr. Hamada, I presume?"
Hiro looked around a bit confused. "Uh, yeah. Hiro Hamada and you are?"
Jimmy came back up. "Jimmy McMillan, butler and caretaker of May O'Neil. A pleasure to meet you."
"You know May! Where is she? I-Is she here?" Hiro peered around the man on both sides, finding no one. "I don't see...her. Is s..she here?"
The hurt tone in Hiro's voice was enough to chip the firmness in Jimmy, "She is not here at the moment, the Miss is out currently. Attending to...a personal obligation at the moment."
"Oh," Hiro's voice broke a bit. "I thought, she'd..be here. Do you know when she'll be back? Say in five minutes?"
"I am sorry, Mr. Hamada, but I am not quite sure when the Miss will be returning. She has a habit coming in at different times. Both day and night, though mostly nights. Is that for her?"
Hiro nearly forgot about the folder. "Oh, yeah, umm..Professor Granville asked me to drop this off to her. So she can stay up with her work."
Jimmy took the folder. "I see, I'm glad Professor Granville managed to get this for the Miss. She was quite worried about missing work of any kind. I will make sure she receives this."
Hiro shuffled his feet a bit. There was something else, Jimmy noticed. "Is there is something else, Mr. Hamada?"
Baymax watched Hiro hold down his disappointment and reach inside his bag, pulling out a small white box with red strips and hand it to Jimmy. The man nodded understanding, bowed to Hiro and Baymax assuring the two he would make sure you'd receive this. Hiro tried to force a half smile, but it fell as quickly as it came. Deeping watching Jimmy go back inside.
"I should have asked what floor she lives on," Hiro groaned in his hands, on the way back to meet the others. "I had the questions but, I...I choked. But, why wasn't she there? I thought she'd be there at least, even if it was just for a second!"
Baymax listened.
"I mean even a second would have been fine, I beat she's still upset." He shoved his hands in his jacket pockets, kicked the ground, scattering a bit of pebbles and dust in the air. "...But, if she was upset then, she wouldn't leave treats I suppose. Still, it's been so long, I-I mean everyone wants to see her again. I'm-we're all responsible for her. So...so she can get home." His voice dropped. "But, building that portal it's...it's presenting some challenges right now. I'm trying to fix it, figure it out. So it can work again. The right way and things can return back to normal. It just has to return to normal...that's all."
"May will come back," Baymax assured. Hiro looked at him. "May will come back."
"How do you know that?"
Baymax took a moment, looked up at a building, then back to Hiro. "She is sad too. She will come back."
It hard for Hiro to not scoff, understanding the robot was trying to cheer him up, thanked him. When his phone suddenly rang, "Hello?" he answered.
From up above, back where Baymax looked you peer over the side at Hiro and Baymax. Lift up your vizor, squeeze your eyes shut for a moment. Open them woefully at the two, mainly Hiro. Your hands trembled you grabbed them to hold it in. Something inside stung watching him, it felt like spikes upon your heart piercing your chest. You bit down to try and swallow that feeling. But it slowly climbed inside. Unable to take it, cover your eyes back with your vizor. Turn away, run, and jump off the side flick your wrist, shot out a grappling cable.
Swing away.