[the space is appreciated. not that Callaghan really has the presence of mind to express his gratitude, but now that he has the possibility to calm, he can do so, pushed up in to a sit as he closes his eyes for a long moment...and then open them again, taking in the rest of everything. again.

microbots flex uncertainly. the potential of threat is there, but they seem a bit more confused, now, slide-trickling over one another and back to Callaghan. even with him 'awake', there's still the exhaustion overriding most of it all, and there's a few ripple-spikes...but ultimately they seem more passively defensive than anything else. a few 'feelers' are even reaching out again as Robert leans back with a heavy sigh at Baymax's diagnosis]

That wasn't...an option. To get it immediately. I had to get away, first, and then I had to find one of the runners because a hospital wasn't an option...

[he swallows, closing his eyes again. amputation...]

...if it has to happen, it...has to happen. But a hospital's still not an option, and unless you've upgraded Baymax for surgery...

[ripple-spike-hold. Callaghan has to actually raise his trembling hand in gesture to get the microbots to 'smooth' back down. even then, it's like there's a resistance, or maybe he's just too tired to put much mental effort in to it...]