the day @waitlifted arrived in San Fransokyo
Today is the day, the day Tadashi was going to be expecting the patient from another state. His first patient from miles away. In some weird way, it made him nervous; expectations felt like they were heightened. Though, was it his patient, or Baymax’s?
Crazy how a dream from when he was 8 years old becomes a reality, a state-of-the-art phenomenon everyone in this globe is fascinated to see. At first, it seemed daunting when prominents like the health department --actual doctors-- and companies phoned Tadashi, to wonder about the limits this mechanical being possessed, to wonder how far can he change healthcare around the world. Tadashi was, and still is, a college student. SFIT soon had to become in charge of these phone calls and unsolicited meetings from important officials because it was too much for him. Not that he didn’t want Baymax to be recognized, it’s just that Baymax has yet to be optimal. Progress wouldn’t be made if he was urged to speed it up.
This isn’t to say that Tadashi would shut out the people in this world. There was one call, one request in particular that Baymax’s creator was open to. And that was Cassandra. A woman wrestling lifes aches, who was willing to travel just to see Baymax. She was no corporation, she was just one human, one person, one individual. Tadashi would not ever deny anyone in need.
When the staff of SFIT saw that their star student wanted to be available for Cassandra, they’ve allowed him to receive her in their facilities, both Tadashi and SFIT content that he’d set the meeting in the room Tadashi built Baymax.
In his quarters, Tadashi paces for a moment. “You’re heart rate, is, accelerating.”
Baymax’s comment falls on deaf ears. Any minute she will be guided up to his room and when she arrives, he must be ready. She did so much effort for Baymax, he wants to do his best for her. A student of his caliber, an inventor with a creation this unique doesn’t have the luxury to wear out his anxiety.
Staff members are already knocking at his door before he could imagine scenarios or prepare his dialogue. Typical day in the life of Tadashi, always having to be ready before he could even realize it himself. ‘Miss Cassandra is here.’ A staff member peeks in, informing him with a smile.
“Oh, thank you!” Bring her in, he mouths with a smile of his own.
The door is held open for Cassandra where Tadashi greets himself before the staff member thinks they should do it for him.
“Hii! It’s so nice to finally meet you in person Cassandra! It gives me so much joy that you came all this way for Baymax! I’m Tadashi Hamada, and here’s, um, Baymax~”
With each sentence, comes a new animation from his hands: it waves excitedly, extends out for a welcoming handshake, rests over his heart fondly, gestures himself swiftly, and then emphasizes Baymax. For as over-thoughtful as he was minutes ago, Tadashi carries himself with so much radiance. It grows more sincere when he chuckles at himself for repeating his creation’s name twice in one sentence. How silly of him.
“I’d explain a whole lot more, but I’d rather let, Baymax here, show you. Why don’t you introduce yourself, Baymax.”
Tadashi takes a step back for his mechanical friend to step forward; he waddles in front of Cassandra. An inflated arm raises and makes a circular motion, portraying a greeting the best he can.
“Hello. I am, Baymax. Your personal healthcare companion. How may we, assist you?”
All that Tadashi did in the background was smile. How could he not? Baymax is going to do great things! One step at a time.
