:If you could give me a rundown of what all these tubes are doing first sure:

:Yes of course - and I'll grab you some juice and crackers just so you have some calories. Uh, all right. So this tube goes to his lungs and it's hooked up to that machine, which is helping push air into his lungs - if something goes wrong with any of that we have a really bad problem and you should yell for Elaine right away, she's the other nurse in this pod. That other tube goes to his stomach, it's not doing anything right now but we can use it later to feed him or give him medications - oh right I should look up the X-ray and see if it's in the right place. This thing in his neck goes right to his bloodstream and these pumps are giving him drugs, right now it's just the ones for pain and to keep him a bit sleepy so he's not freaking out about the breathing tube, but if his blood pressure drops again there's a different drug I could start up again to help. The one over here is draining fluid from the space beside his lung so it stays un-collapsed, he had SO MUCH blood in there before. This one is, uh, just for peeing into: 

And she's totally forgotten to measure and flip it for - way too many hours actually - but there's a decent amount in there and it's pale-coloured so he's probably fine. 

:Uh what else - all these wires are just for monitoring, to tell me how he's doing, the vital signs are up here - can you read any of it? I guess probably not. If it beeps like this: she imitates a slow low-key beeping, :it's not a big deal, but if it's like this: she makes a higher-pitched faster and more frantic beeping, :then there's a problem and you should yell although probably you won't have to because someone'll hear it and come running: 

:...can I have some paper, mine all got soaked in the river. Also this isn't a priority right now but I might want to get rid of the stomach tube, since I can just Fetch food into him as necessary:

:Uhhhh okay right. It shouldn't be especially uncomfortable or bothering him so probably that's not urgent?: 

Marian's main objection is that this would require EXPLAINING to Dr Millinger that her patient and his bizarre wife-or-girlfriend have MAGIC and that sounds like the most unbearably awkward conversation she can imagine. 

She checks the time. :Oh right - and I'm supposed to haul him off for a scan of his head in, uh, an hour? There was a little bit of bleeding in his skull and we need to check it's not getting worse - I think it probably isn't because he's responsive, but...: 

:I can See that, it's not getting worse:

:Oh good! I'm really glad!: 

On the one hand, if she can manage to explain this to someone, maaaybe she won't have to take her patient out of this nice comfortable well-equipped room and out on adventures? On the other hand, that...would mean having to explain it which sounds agonizing. 

Marian is going to worry about that AFTER she has coffee and a giant muffin, she decides. And has gone to the bathroom. One thing at a time. 

:All right. Uh, all his numbers look pretty good right now, I'm not too worried but do yell for Elaine if you see something getting worse. There might be a long line at Starbucks because it's lunchtime but I shouldn't be more than twenty minutes - oh and I'll grab you a quick snack first. Okay?: 

:Okay. Thank you very much:

Marian escapes - first to the break room, where she locks herself in the bathroom and pees, this is the best feeling, she meant to go after eating her lunch but Things Happened. 

She heads for the tiny patient kitchenette and shovels a handful of saltine crackers in little plastic packets out of the drawer, and then grabs two juiceboxes at random, and fills a styrofoam cup with ice water. Her hands are kind of full carrying this back to Belrun but she makes it in one trip. 

:- Oh sorry can you clear some of the stuff off his bedside table, I don't really have hands - you can just move it onto the countertop right there...: Leareth hasn't exactly been needing his table so she's been using it as a surface to keep various random supplies. 

Belrun doesn't want to let go of Leareth or try her bad ankle any harder so she just Fetches it over; it's small stuff and a short distance and it's okay if it zooms there instead of popping into place so this isn't too hard.

Marian stares in amazement.

And then decides that this is not her top priority to be amazed about right now. She deposits a pile of snacks and slides the table over on its wheels. :There you go. I'll be back soon. And... Thank you. For coming. I'm really really glad he has someone with him: 

:Of course: And she starts systematically demolishing the saltines.

Marian troops around the unit taking Starbucks orders - and mentioning to Alice, who is trapped in isolation gear in her dialysis patient's room, that they Need To Talk later - and then heads out. 

The doors do seem to be kind of broken; they open and close fine but don't lock automatically. Clearly no one has had the energy to do anything about this. 

Leareth holds Belrun's hand and tries to ignore the headache. He's gradually getting a bit more awake, as the drugs in his system wear off; being awake is appallingly unpleasant, though, he is WAY too aware of the breathing tube and keeps gagging on it. 

She tries to push calm at him through the lifebond and once his ribs are somewhat knitted together sets about trying to determine what she will need to do to get the breathing tube redundant.

It's going to take significant work, possibly more Healing than his body can handle in one afternoon; there's a lot of diffuse damage to the delicate lung tissue, from nearly drowning, and now on top of that there's a nasty infection brewing. He's a little feverish already. 

Leareth squirms. Now that his ribs hurt less, he's more able to notice how much everything else hurts; his entire back and left side feel like one enormous bruise, and his knee and ankle are throbbing distantly.

:Belrun?: he manages eventually. :M'cold: He really badly misses the nice warm blanket from before and it feels very unfair that Marian took it away. 

She can MURDER some infection without requiring more resources from Leareth's overstressed body. And cast about the room for blankets.

There aren't any blankets in the room itself, except for a slightly scorched-looking folded-up pile of something in the corner, but there's a cart just outside with fresh linens on it, including clean white flannel blankets. 

A curly-haired girl in the same pale blue uniform as Marian emerges from one of the other glass-doored rooms as she's grabbing one. She blinks, then waves sort of shyly. 

Wave wave. Blanket goes on Leareth.

Marian is back within fifteen minutes, with a precariously-balanced cardboard tray full of cups and a number of paper Starbucks bags piled on top. She deposits all of this on the desk-area in their pod with a sigh of relief, and digs out a cup and a bag to carry them over to Belrun. 

:I didn't think to ask if you have dietary restrictions, sorry, but I got you tea - here's some milk and sugar to go with, if you want - and this is a panini: 

Both are warm; the 'panini' in the paper bag is a sort of folded-over piece of bread with toast-marks as though it were roasted over some sort of grid. 

:I'm not picky or allergic. When it comes up he prefers not to eat meat if that's workable: She wolfs down her sandwich.

Nod. :How's he doing?: Marian gives Leareth a thoughtful look. :...He looks like he's due for me needing to suction his lungs again, he's got pneumonia so there's a bunch of crud in there, but it's sort of torturing him to do it when he's this awake - can you ask if he's okay with me giving him the short-acting drugs again just to do that?: 

:I've been killing off an incipient infection for him, he can't absorb too much direct healing at once. I'll ask: "Leareth, she needs to suck some junk out of your lungs again, is it okay for her to give you the drugs that will keep you calm about that for a little while?"

Leareth considers this. 

:Do you trust her?: he asks Belrun. He thinks he's managing to directionally shield at all, or at least keep his Mindspeech short-range and contained to Belrun; Marian is standing further away and out of range where he can pick up on anything more detailed than 'a person there.' 

:I think so. She's trying to help:

:Think so too: Leareth tries to summon as much alertness as he can manage. :Maybe - safe to be asleep? Now...that you are here? This is. Very unpleasant: He's not sure whether or not he's capable enough of coherent thoughts to make that judgement himself, though. :What do you think?: