A week was a lot longer than it seemed. Baymax had been gathering supplies from whatever random places he went and Hiro had gotten a bit farther in his research. So far, he has found out 4 things. First, the headbands will only cause damage with prolonged exposure at extreme intervals of brain activity. Second, the signals cannot be blocked from a long range interfering output (long being farther than 3 yards). Third, the only way to control actions by thought instead of verbal command would be to reroute the system into an electrical sound and increase the output of the overall signal into the brain which would cause more brain damage in shorter intervals, not including the amount of headache it would cause for both party's. And Fourth, he didn't do enough research on these headbands and the whole thing needs to be trashed. He haven't thought them through all the way, he wasn't messing with basic mechanics and machines, these were human beings with some of the most complex brain structure in all of the animal kingdoms. Only weeks worth of work and it showed.
Hiro groaned in frustration trying not to throw his laptop across the room. "The first ones were trash. I have to redo EVERYTHING! No, no, it's fine. Everything is fine, just look at it from a new angle."
Hiro stood after setting his laptop down and looking at the table of randomly sorted wires, metal parts, and machinery. It was a lot to work with but still not enough. The only way to stay off the grid so no one knew they were around was to keep a closed circuit. He only needed enough power to keep the whole upper level functional, which was saying something. This place was huge.
"Let's see... I have enough supplies to make at least two solar panels right now. Not enough to power the building, but enough to keep the computer running, and possibly the camera system if I'm careful." Hiro moved a few things around. "The only problem is how I'm going to hide this from above. I can hide it from ground view but not the sky... The only thing that might work is holographic projection system but even that is sketchy and hopeful thinking at best..." Hiro scratches his head glancing at his phone; it was only Wednesday so he still had 4 days till his friends came back.
"I have retrieved more items." Hiro jumped at Baymax's arrival.
"Oh, good. Just put them on the table for now. All these spare parts will help a lot but I'm going to need more scrap metal." Hiro looked at the junk in Baymax's arms before he put it down, "This is all scraps right? I don't want to become some thief."
"Your instructions were to gather spare parts that could be made into solar panels. Are items lying around not spare parts?" Baymax started to organize the items.
"That's exactly what I want. You're good Baymax." Hiro walked back to his computer grabbing his helmet.
"Shall I continue to gather these items?" Baymax's voice sounded choppier than usual now that Hiro was listening, maybe it's getting old.
"Yes, keep getting the stuff. Remind me I need to check your voice box. Also try going to the scrap yard." Pulling out the band and turning it on, he began to move his microbots toward the table.
"Okay. What time would you like your reminder?" Baymax began walking to the door.
"Tomorrow morning. 9:00." Hiro tuned out everything else as he made the Micro Bots pick things up. "Time to see how fast I can make a solar panel." Quiet sounds of a tinkering genius ring through the room. However, across the city, in the best-known hospital in town, doctors discuss how they will continue to help the one thing that could possibly stop Hiro now.
"Doctor, I know you feel responsible for this young man, but how are we going to handle this in means of finding his family? Or even paying these bills?" A nurse whispered so others wouldn't hear.
The doctor sighed "I am well aware of what I am risking here-"
The nurse cut him off "No, I don't think you do. What happened to your son was an accident."
"I know. I know it was an accident, but I just can't let someone else go through that." The old Doctor rubbed his eyes.
"Jim. I know you miss your son, but this young man is not your son... Whatever you do, I will help however I can..." The nurse looked back at her clipboard.
"How is he holding up?" The doctor stood straight for his small stature going back to business.
The nurse smiled, "He is holding up well. His heart rate is steady, and the burns are going down nicely as well. They will scar, but if he makes it out of his coma, the only thing we would need to test is how his nerves are doing."
"Good, good. As soon as he wakes up I want an immediate phone call, I don't care who is on duty I want to know if he opens his eyes for 5 minutes, we will find out who this man is." The doctor spoke determined but quietly.
The nurse nodded "You will be the first to know Doctor. Now you have another patient waiting for you."
The doctor nodded following the nurse to another part of the hospital with a single thought 'Wake up kid, someone is waiting for you to get better I know it."