huggable-guardian:
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Baymax was… rendered silent. Speechless. Hiro… didn’t remember him? Didn’t remember who he was…? No— this couldn’t be— this was a joke… right…right…? ”…Is this— another ‘Saying’ of yours…?” … The nurse-bot found himself praying within his mind that the boy had been kidding. If— if Hiro forgot about him… what would he do? His entire reason for existence was to look after Hiro, and tend to his injuries… If Baymax didn’t have Hiro— what was his reason for existing?
Another troubled frown. A saying? What did that mean? He glanced up, large, brown eyes staring, taking in all of Baymax's appearance. He wasn't sure what to say-he sounded distressed. "I don't think so," he muttered, looking down at the sheets of the hospital bed. "How did I get here?" He wanted to start somewhere and this was the best course of action. "You were with me...?" It was an assumption. He hissed, pulling his hand away. He glanced at the bracelet around his wrist, words typed onto it. He read over them slowly.
"Hi-ro. Ha-ma-da." He frowned, brows furrowing. "I-is that my name?"