Leareth's brain is definitely quite bruised inside his skull, but eventually the concerning bleeding is definitely stopped and she's coaxed the incipient swelling down.

He anxiously checks with her a couple more times whether there are really (various dangerous threats) in the room or if he's hallucinating again, and eventually he dozes off in her arms. 

Marian locks herself in the staff bathroom and sets a three-minute timer on her phone and runs the tap so no one will hear her crying, and then she splashes water on her face and smooths down her hair in front of the mirror. 

It's 6:30 pm and normally she would be able to go HOME in forty-five minutes but instead she's here until past eleven pm and maybe longer. At this particular moment, this fact is kind of a relief; she does not at all feel ready to give a shift report. 

She spends a little while taking deep breaths before she forges back out into the fray to help with the new admission. 

Belrun falls asleep curled up awkwardly with Leareth.

When she wakes up, hours later, the lights in the hallway are dimmed and the unit is mostly quiet, save for the usual background distant-beeping. And Leareth is awake, holding still in her arms but reaching for her across the lifebond. 

"Hey," she murmurs. "Everything's okay we're safe don't freak out this is a hospital please don't freak out again."

Leareth considers Mindspeaking and decides against it. He clears his throat; it seems like he's capable of talking again, though only in a croaky whisper. "Belrun. I am so sorry."

"It's okay. You were really out of it. Not enough slack to go around is all. You just rest. Do you need anything?"

He swallows. "My head hurts. But - I think the drug for pain made me hallucinate things? Probably I - should not have any more..." 

"They might have other kinds, do you want me to ask?"

He considers this. "Yes. Please." 

Is Marian around, or Alice?

No one is in the bay where they are except for a redheaded man she doesn't recognize, but if she stretches out with Thoughtsensing, she'll be able to feel Alice still hovering in the very-sick-patient's room, and Marian somewhere else a little further away than that. 

:Marian?:

Marian is in the middle of trying to get an IV into the new admit, and startles. :Eeek! Uh please don't interrupt me can I talk to you in two minutes: 

"Couple minutes' wait," she tells Leareth.

Marian collects herself, and helps Krystal get an IV on her new patient - who's at least young and fit and thus not too hard - and then excuses herself and runs off, dropping bloodwork in the pneumatic tube on her way. 

She pauses in front of the room. "- Oh hey, Ben, I guess we're podmates till I go home?" Yawn. :Belrun, sorry, what is it?: 

:Leareth could use a painkiller that does not have hallucinations as a side effect:

:I'm so sorry about that! It's not a common side effect! I guess he just reacts badly to it... Uh, I'm a bit leery of giving him more opiates than the fentanyl drip, since he's off the vent, I don't want to suppress his breathing more. I can get orders for some milder painkillers just to try - though I don't know if he'll be able to swallow pills yet and he messed up his feeding tube. I guess you could do the Fetching thing?: 

:I should take it easy but small things a short distance shouldn't be too bad:

:- Oh, right, you must be exhausted. I'm so sorry things keep happening like this!: Sigh. :I can ask for the IV version for now, it'll take effect faster anyway, just a minute: 

She goes off to find the doctor. 

Leareth has been resting his Gifts and avoiding a worse headache by not even trying to track this. 

"What did she say?" he murmurs to Belrun once Marian has trotted off. 

"She's getting something."

Marian gets distracted on the way back, running an errand for Alice, but makes it to Leareth's room within ten minutes. :I'm sorry - I'll just get these going...: 

A pause. 

:Is Leareth listening right now: She can't tell; his eyes are closed and he doesn't seem to be making an effort to pay attention, but she's not sure. 

:I don't think so, why?:

:I, uh, I - wanted to ask...: This is SO AWKWARD why is this so awkward. :He just - he seems to get so panicked about things, and then he gets fighty about it - most patients don't attack their ventilators even if they're confused... What's his deal, does he, like, have PTSD or something?: