It knelt on one knee, grabbing one of his legs and putting it back into place, doing the same for the rest of their broken limbs that need tending. Warning him beforehand, of course.
" yeah .. I guess you should start worrying "
Peter slowly stand up but at the same time it’s like he is falling down pieces by piece
Oh god it hurt .. IT HURT REAL BAD
" owowowOW "
" urrrggg … I think 8 .. or 9.. or 9,5 .. I can’t feel my bone anymore "
Peter look up at Baymax while lay there in absolute defeated … damm .. he really look messed up
The tall robot tilted it's head, feeling a sense of worry for her. Blinking twice.
"Flare-ups... I see... well, as you are my patient, I recommend that you do not do anything reckless, considering your condition."
She struggled to stand up, leaning on one of her crutches. She lifted a hand, her palm in front of the big robot.
“I'm fine, I'm fine....just....having one of those days, y'know? Flare ups.”
@RichardsSucks "I am not limited to one specific species, as I repeat it again." The tall robot paused, then continuing.
"Sapient? Yes, I suppose I could be, in a sense. It is part of my programming."
"Yep! Only thing that sucks with it is I have to go to a red sun planet to get drunk. "
She looks at the other. With a small smile.
"Still get hungover but it goes away fairly quickly. "
@RichardsSucks "All of above." The tall robot paused, before continuing.
"My primary function is to, indeed, take care of my patients, depending on what's troubling them so, physically, mentally or even emotionally, to the best of my ability."