[Yama's doctor, right. And whoever of Yama's crew decides to come with him. Hiro stifles the nervous look threatening to dart across his face and shrugs instead, scooting the stool over and emptying his pockets on to the pool table. Battery-drained EMP generator, a small screwdriver, some rubber bands and a couple of nickels, and his phone.
He swipes a button on the screen and brings up the info he needs to get in touch with Baymax. Easy. He's text-enabled; Hiro can get him to hop a bus downtown with one simple message.
....And then he hides it behind a game of tetris, just in case.]
Don't let me interrupt you. Unless you'd like somebody with a little bit more medical experience to look at that.
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He swipes a button on the screen and brings up the info he needs to get in touch with Baymax. Easy. He's text-enabled; Hiro can get him to hop a bus downtown with one simple message.
....And then he hides it behind a game of tetris, just in case.]
Don't let me interrupt you. Unless you'd like somebody with a little bit more medical experience to look at that.