((*casually snoops into your inbox* >-> <-< e-e *waves and drops the thing before booking it*)) "Is that blood on your shirt?"
//Hello friend!//
Tadashi blinked and looked down at his shirt. “Oh, yeah.” He nibbled his lip and held up his arm, where he’d hastily bandaged a new gash. “I sort of missed with the saw.”
“I know. I am proud of you for that.” Baymax responded gently, sitting Tadashi up straight. “Like me. In. Out. In… Out…” Baymax said slowly, using his hand to help along the process. He of course, had no need for air, but his body had been built with an air intake cycle. Something he was very glad Hiro had included in his design. He needed to calm Tadashi’s nerves first. Without that, the other may break into another panic attack.
He hated it. He absolutely hated feeling this way. Baymax’s breathing against his chest was calm and gentle, and he tried so desperately to match it with his own. He took another shuddering breath in and shook his head, his breath falling back out in a rush. He gasped and whimpered, then tried to slow down again. It hurt. He shuddered, gripping hard to Baymax and whimpering again. Finally, after a few more aborted attempts, he caught himself, a deep breath drawn in and slowly slipping back out. It was just one, but it was one more than he had managed before, and if he could do it once, he could do it again. He just had to find that rhythm.
Baymax let Tadashi experiment. Let him fail and shudder. He only continued to cycle air deeply, a small bit of joy bubbling in his emotional receptors as Tadashi began to breathe. It was a small step, but it mattered. Baymax pulled Tadashi closer, hands running through the man’s hair. “You are doing amazing, Tadashi.” He whispered softly. “You always do very well. I am proud of you.”
Continuing to cling to Baymax, Tadashi let out a couple more hitched breaths, then drew in a nice, steady breath again. He let it out slowly, then drew in another. He brought up a shaking hand to run through his hair, briefly wondering a moment where his hat had gone before he remembered he had never taken it back from Hiro. Talking another breath, he leaned back, looking at Baymax. "I'm sorry," he muttered, a look of sorrow on his face. "I don't think I'll ever get better."
