:I'm so sorry to wake you - Alice's patient is probably having a heart attack for real this time - are you rested enough to do anything...?: 

:Ugh. Guess so: She drags herself out of chair. Fumbles for her stick.

Marian glances at Leareth, makes sure he's still asleep, and then offers her arm again and helps Belrun limp across the hall, immediately grabbing her a chair to sit beside the patient's bed. 

Thirty seconds later she's back with a tall Styrofoam cup of ice water as well. :Thought you might be thirsty: 

:Thanks: And she touches the patient's arm with her non-water hand and tells that heart to behave.

She can pretty easily nudge it into a steady rhythm again, since it's minimally under-stress. 

The actual problem is that one of the narrowed vessels she noticed before seems to have acquired a blockage - a tiny clot, probably broken off from the filter in the machine that's currently pumping and oxygenating his blood for him, but it didn't take much to cut off circulation given the existing plaque. 

The heart tissues that would be fed by that artery aren't fully-dead, yet, but they're being deprived of nutrients and oxygen, and it's only a matter of time. 

:Found a clot. Do you have some salt water I can swap it with? Fetching exchanges things, when it's not just sliding them around:

Marian offers her a syringe. :It's sterile salt water inside - will that do?: 

:Yup: Ker-swap.

It helps! The bloodflow immediately starts up again; life-force flows back into the section of heart-muscle as it receives oxygen again, and the contractions strengthen. 

Unfortunately, the Fetching process left a slightly-rough surface where the plaque was, and the blood is threatening to start clotting onto that, so she's going to need to figure something out there. 

What if she narrows her sight VERY small and pulls out the plaque too till it's smooth.

Leareth drifts just under the surface, dizzy and sick, half-asleep and caught in nightmares... 

- he can't move - there's a loud sound - 

He struggles through the fog in his head. Orient. Analyze the situation. 

- not safe - 

His eyes fly open. 

Ow. The light is way too bright. A moan of pain tries to escape, and for some reason doesn't. 

His eyes aren't focusing properly; everything is doubled, with halos around it. There's a...what is that...flashing colors and too-loud sound - it shifts in and out, his eyes struggling to make sense of the inexplicable shapes and colours - is it a lizard, is it a dragon, what is is - 

- under attack - 

His mind struggles against the glue, orient, what's happening??? Maybe some sort of Pelagirs Changecreature - maybe that's what hurt him - it seems to be looming at him, certainly...

Belrun. 

She's not far away, he can feel her, but - something wrong - she might be in danger - 

He clamps down instinctively with his personal shields, don't let anything slip, don't let the enemy know where he is... 

Which is...where...? Leareth can't remember where he is, or how he got here, but BELRUN IS IN DANGER. 

He tries to sit up - that hurts too, and everything in his field of vision is jiggling and wavering like jelly, but it doesn't matter, he has to find his Belrun... 

There's something choking on him, he keeps gagging on it, and he tries to pull it away but his hand is stuck, so he hammers at that with a burst of unformed mage-energy - and then one hand is free - 

The maybe-lizard-Changecreature is flashing overwhelming colors - is that a territorial display of some kind - and screaming at him, he wishes it would just SHUT UP but he should save his strength to rescue his lifebonded... 

He claws at whatever it is that's choking him, and it hurts a lot but then he's loose - the Changecreature is even angrier now though - 

He flails at whatever monster is holding him down, he's trapped - he has to get to her, has to find Belrun - shield don't give it away - have to reach her, have to have to have to - 

Belrun is making decent progress on disloging and removing the plaque, and the patient's heart is beating more strongly with each success, but it's very fine and delicate work and it's slow going... 

Marian is very focused on helping Alice swap out the dialysis tubing for her patient, and it takes fifteen seconds or so for the alarm in the distance to really reach her brain. 

Elaine's scream is a lot more notable, though. "MARIAN MARIAN YOUR PATIENT–" 

She starts to run, and then stops herself and grabs Belrun's shoulder and shakes her. 

:LEARETH IN TROUBLE: she thinks at her. 

And then she sprints. 

Belrun snaps out of trance, gets up, trips and falls flat on her face, and, nose bleeding, struggles across the hall to Leareth.

Someone is running at him - Leareth tries to fling up a shield - 

He needs to get out of here -

He tries to stand up, but unfortunately there's a bedrail and multiple tubes in the way, and instead of landing on his feet, he tumbles over and cracks his head on the floor and lands in a heap. 

When Belrun reaches them, Marian is crouched over Leareth, who's now sprawled on the floor beside his bed, minus breathing tube, gasping for air like a beached fish and blinking glazedly at the ceiling. Every single machine in the room is making loud noises, and there's quite a lot of blood coming from somewhere or other. 

:HELP: Marian thinks at her. 

:Leareth I'm here it's okay -: She has been doing WAY too much Gift-use and her head is killing her and she hates the smell of blood and her nose is currently full of blood on top of all the other blood but oh well! She hauls Leareth back into bed with liberal Fetching-assistance, headache or no headache, and shoves the breathing-tube back at Marian because she certainly doesn't know what to do with it and starts working on his head.

Marian super cannot fix the breathing tube problem now that it's yanked out! Instead she lunges to grab the oxygen mask still in its wrapper behind the bed, and get it attached to the oxygen pipe on the wall and hands it to Belrun, :can you put this over his face please -: 

Leareth is still gasping unevenly, clutching at Belrun's hand. :There's - a colddrake - I think? maybe gryphon??? we need...to get away...: 

:There's nothing, we're in a hospital, there's nothing there -: She tries to figure out how to put the thing over his face. Probably in this direction.

He struggles against he attempt to do this, apparently unsure whether it's her doing it versus the hallucinated monsters attacking him. :Have to go - have to - get away...: 

Marian grabs his hand and stuffs the O2 sat probe back onto his finger. "Elaine! He yanked out his art line, he's bleeding - can you put pressure on it - I need a fucking blood pressure..." She retrieves the normal blood pressure cuff and starts trying to get it onto Leareth's arm but he is not at all cooperative with this. 

:Love calm down we're trying to help you there's no monsters: