[During this whole hullabaloo, the heard the crunch of tires on gravel most likely went unheard--or at least unmentioned. A door slammed and tired, tired steps stumped up the front steps. The door opened as she fucking lived here and didn't have to knock.]
[A short, red-headed woman with bags under her eyes bustles in and coughs harshly into her fist.]
I feel like garbage, can we order ou--
[Why was her roommate hugging a...a blow-up doll?]
[This is familiar. Why does no one ask what his shut down protocols are.]
[He tries to protest, but his head is being shoved down. More and more. And when the stranger walks in, he lifts a hand as best he can to wave at them.]
Attention: You are suffering from a strong strain of the common cold. Rest and fluids are suggested. If not treated, the virus can mutate into: the flu.
This is Baymax...he's a nurse. Robot. Thing. Terri wanted me to make sure he worked before setting him loose on the folks at the nursing home...and I think he's right. You look like garbage.
[He rubs his chin.]
Baymax! This is your new patient! She's actually a living person.
[You know what? Fine. She'll buy it. She's exhausted and she feels as bad as she looks. She shrugs her bag off of her shoulder and stumps her way over to the sofa, shooing Maurice out of the way.]
[He tilts his head back and forth, before he shuffles off.]
[It's a little while before he returns, squeakily padding back to the couch with a pot full of hot water. Which he settles down in front of the couch.]
[Meranda listens to the...thing...bumble around in their house. How did it find that pot? Did Maurice show it around first? She gives Baymax a suspicious squint before kicking her shoes off and peeling away her socks.]
Sure is advanced...
[She coughs for a spell before dipping her aching feet into the hot water and slumping back against the sofa. That's the stuff.]
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I am not a vampire expert.
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We are not cool. You are cool.
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[And then Maurice invites himself to shove the strange balloon man backward against his loading dock.]
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[During this whole hullabaloo, the heard the crunch of tires on gravel most likely went unheard--or at least unmentioned. A door slammed and tired, tired steps stumped up the front steps. The door opened as she fucking lived here and didn't have to knock.]
[A short, red-headed woman with bags under her eyes bustles in and coughs harshly into her fist.]
I feel like garbage, can we order ou--
[Why was her roommate hugging a...a blow-up doll?]
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THIS IS NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE.
oh my gOD sjkdfhsdjk;
[This is familiar. Why does no one ask what his shut down protocols are.]
[He tries to protest, but his head is being shoved down. More and more. And when the stranger walks in, he lifts a hand as best he can to wave at them.]
Hello-!
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[Sorry, Baymax, but she's just going to stare at you in horror. And cough. But mostly stare in horror.]
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[He finally stops trying to shove the nurse bot back into his charging pod and gestures to him in exasperation.]
YOU tell her!
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[He tilts his head instead.]
You are coughing. Are you experiencing respiratory distress?
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[But she coughs again and clears her throat loudly.]
You could say that.
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[And BEEP BOOP he blinks a few times as the scan runs, completely nonplussed by the accusation of being a sex doll.]
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[Meranda holds up her hands as if to cover herself. Meanwhile, her roomie just covers his face with his hands.]
[Baymax's systems would find that she has one NASTY cold that could head into a flu if she's not careful!]
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Attention: You are suffering from a strong strain of the common cold. Rest and fluids are suggested. If not treated, the virus can mutate into: the flu.
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Wait a second...I haven't heard of any blow-up dolls that were concerned for your personal health. Maurice, what the hell is this thing?
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[He rubs his chin.]
Baymax! This is your new patient! She's actually a living person.
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Hello! I am Baymax, a personal healthcare companion. How can I help?
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Run a foot soak for me, I'm freezing.
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[It's a little while before he returns, squeakily padding back to the couch with a pot full of hot water. Which he settles down in front of the couch.]
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Sure is advanced...
[She coughs for a spell before dipping her aching feet into the hot water and slumping back against the sofa. That's the stuff.]
Technology is wonderful.