Kyeo can sort of do that. He can mostly support his weight, anyway, his legs don't seem injured, but he'd be weaving and toppling over if it weren't for the help.

A few minutes later, a car without a driver-- just two rows of seats-- appears. The boy helps him inside, then presses something on his phone, and the car departs.

Kyeo is not registering the lack of a driver beyond "this, like so many things while one is concussed, provokes some confusion". He slumps against the window and shuts his eyes.

The guy pokes him occasionally to make sure he's not asleep.

The car stops. Kyeo is transferred from the car to a stretcher, then from the stretcher to a bed. A woman in nurse's scrubs says words to him in a comforting tone and Not Kularan. They put an IV into his arm and a pulse oximeter on his finger.

"Where," he manages, in what he is at least 90% sure is Kularan.

She says Portland Something Hospital, or possibly Hotel.

Does he have to be awake. Suppose he falls asleep now.

The nurse is going to require he get an MRI and a CT scan first and swallow a white pill and then he can sleep.

He is very dubious of this entire enterprise but fine he will swallow the stupid pill.

The nurses will let him sleep as much as he wants and occasionally wake him for food and pills.

He really does not want to eat right now but he will choke down a little.

When he seems to be reasonably stably conscious a nurse comes to speak to him in Not Kular. It possibly involves the word 'name.'

Kularan, Kularan - "Naam Kyeo Sebe Luk hai."

She types this into a computer. Then she says some words that he can probably extrapolate are "what is your" and a noun he doesn't know at all.

"...my what?"

She pauses, then presents him a sheet written in twelve different alphabets. Words he recognizes include "speak" and "language."

At least some of them are in the Kularan alphabet. Mostly. "...I speak Kularan y Ibyabekan. ...Sohaibekan," he amends, in case they only know it by that name.

The nurse leaves and is replaced with an increasingly confused series of interpreters.

His head hurts too much for this. What do the interpreters want??

The interpreters do not seem to speak Ibyabekan at all and are asking him questions in a variety of non-Ibyabekan languages.

Then a final interpreter points to items and asks him their names in Ibyabekan.

He can give their Ibyabekan names, sure...

Then the interpreters stop!

And he has food three times a day-- oatmeal or scrambled eggs and bacon or pancakes or muffins for breakfast, chicken noodle soup or meatloaf with mashed potatoes and carrots or chicken quesadilla with refried beans and avocado for lunch, turkey breast with yams and apples and green beans or eggplant parmesan spaghetti with carrots and peas or teriyaki tofu with brown rice and a quinoa salad. With lunch and dinner he gets a regular rotation of chocolate chip cookies, vanilla ice cream, chocolate pudding, and vanilla milkshakes. 

Other than that, they leave him alone. There's a television in his room. Next to his bed, there's a basket with some brightly colored magazines, a deck of cards, a book of some kind of puzzle apparently called "sudoku," a sketchbook with colored pencils, and knitting needles and yarn.

He has no idea what kind of point they're trying to make with the food but he'll eat it. He attempts, when he feels able to get out of bed, to turn on the TV.

The first channel is a cartoon. There are several bunny rabbits who are in a fire station. There is a fire in a forest somewhere, and the bunny rabbits rush to put it out. 

Their dialect of Kularan is weird enough and his head still hurts enough that he will go ahead and watch the firefighting bunnies for a bit, trying to figure out what the differences are from what he learned.