:Something else but please call now:

Loreen, moving in much less of a hurry than Belrun might prefer, putters off to the kitchen to grab the phone. :- She's not answering her cell, I think she might've left it in the break room. I can call the main hospital number but I don't know the extension for where Alice works, I'd have to ask the operator–: 

:Please try that and I'll try Mindspeech: She doesn't think she can reach Marian from this far and Leareth probably already knows something's wrong and can't hit the call button - :Nayoki! Something's wrong with Leareth!:

Nayoki is, in fact, in her range. :Oh no! I am telling Marian now -: a pause, but Nayoki holds her end of the Mindspeech link, :- Marian is busy elsewhere but Alice will go check him: another pause, :- I was able to Mindspeak him, he says he feels awful but does not know what is wrong - he seems a bit confused again though: 

(Marian is SO STRESSED and desperately wants to check on her patient herself, but she doesn't really feel it's appropriate to flee in the middle of confirming time of death for 114, given that Alice is available to see what's wrong with Leareth -

- though she can hear the monitor alarm from next door now and this is NOT HELPING HER STRESS.) 

Loreen is on the phone, waiting to be transferred by the operator. 

:I got ahold of somebody, you can stop now:

:Oh!: Loreen fumbles with the phone. :Did you find out what's wrong - do you want me to drive you back now?:

Leareth is having SUCH a bad time right now - he's pretty sure the other nurse is trying to ask him a question, but he can't concentrate well enough to read her, and he wants Belrun but she isn't here...

:Yes, please:

Loreen still isn't hurrying quite as much as Belrun would, but she does get her shoes and hustle out the door to turn the car on.

...

Elsewhere, Alice is standing over Leareth's bed, trying to figure out what's wrong. Marian's patient is twisted over on his side, flushed and damp, breathing faster than she likes; his heart rate is up too. He's patting around the bed, clearly trying to find something, but she has no idea what. 

"Leareth," she says firmly. "Leareth." At least saying his name seems to slightly get his attention. What do you need, she tries to think loudly at him. With no result; his eyes are glazed, he's clearly not tracking her very well. 

She doesn't like this at all. 

...Some of the source of Leareth's distress is clear a moment later, when he starts making retching motions. Alice swears under her breath; she does not want him to throw up into his oxygen mask, and it's not actually clear to her if he's alert enough to protect his airway. Also his breathing is already laboured, and she can hear him wheezing even without using her stethoscope. 

She swears again and grabs for the suction, getting it in place to collect any incipient vomit and holding the oxygen mask so it's a little out of the way but still at least nearish his face.

Leareth, who is very hazy on what she's trying to do or why, struggles instinctively, but not very effectively. He feels faint and still way too hot for some reason, and the nausea keeps hitting in waves; there's not a lot to come up, but it feels like his stomach is trying to turn itself inside-out instead. 

The newest blood pressure reading sets the monitor to alarming loudly. 

"I COULD USE SOME HELP," Alice shouts to the unit at large, since she's definitely not leaving Leareth's bedside right now. He's desatting as well, though that could just be because he keeps trying to throw up rather than breathing. But he looks really bad, his blood pressure is inexplicably dropping, his skin flushed and blotchy but his lips starting to turn purplish-blue...

Marian extricates herself not-especially-gracefully from 114 and sprints over. "What's wrong?" 

"I'm not sure but - did he get any new medications? Because this looks like anaphylaxis." 

     Elaine reaches the room. "What do you need–" 

"Page Dr Millinger, get him here now. And - bring me my cell phone from the break room - I need to call my sister..." 

     Elaine gives her a VERY DUBIOUS look. "Doesn't seem like the–" 

"She's got his wife, who needs to be back here five minutes ago. Get me my phone." To Marian: "You still got fluids or pressors in here? He's tanking his BP, we need to start handling that now -" 

Marian has a bag of saline hooked in with the fentanyl drip, running at ten ccs an hour just to keep the central line from risking getting clotted. She flips the rate on the pump to 999 ccs/hour instead, the highest it'll go, and then fumbles to reconnect the norepinephrine drip. 

:Leareth?: she tries, then remembers to reach over and touch his arm, and tries again. :Leareth, it's okay. You're going to be okay. We're helping you and Belrun is coming: 

Making sense of words is not really working. :???: Leareth manages. 

"Nayoki can talk to Belrun, right?" Alice barks. "Let's get her over here. Elaine! Tell Krystal I need her patient!" 

     "- What, you can't–"

"I absolutely can." 

     Dr Millinger reaches the unit at a run. "Oh for fuck's sake, what now– Yikes. What happened, he was looking great before - Marian, get a bolus going, please."

     Alice interrupts. "Looks like anaphylactic shock to me. He just got new antibiotics." 

"You're fucking kidding me." Dr Millinger reaches for the box of gloves by the door. "Get him half a mg of epi, stat, fifty of Benadryl IV, and prep me the intubation tray - he's looking pretty crashy - where's the magic healing girlfriend–?" 

     "I sent her off with my sister," Alice explains tightly. 

"You did what – I didn't say you could do that–" 

     Alice does NOT snap at him that they didn't actually need his permission and Belrun does not in fact work here. "We're trying to reach her." 

Marian is having SUCH A BAD DAY. It should be illegal to have two bad days in a row like this. At least approximately every nurse in the unit is swarming the room, now; someone hands her the syringe of epinephrine to push, someone else is already setting up a new IV pump and priming tubing for an extra litre of saline. 

:Leareth: she thinks at him, squeezing his clammy hand. :You with me?: 

:?: He feels so lightheaded and sick and awful, and INCREDIBLY ITCHY not that he has the energy to do anything about this but it seems extremely unfair on top of everything else, and he wants his Belrun but she's FAR AWAY - maybe getting closer, he hopes... 

:Your body is having a bad reaction to something, probably the new antibiotic we gave you. I'm going to give you a drug to treat that but it'll make you feel pretty weird so I should warn you. I want you to try to stay awake - you're going to be okay - just keep squeezing my hand so I know you're conscious -: 

Unfortunately this means she's now down a hand, but she can kind of wrangle a syringe one-handed. 

"Uh, can someone get me the 100% oxygen mask?" she calls out to the room at large. 

"On it–" 

     "Get me another blood pressure - are those fluids going in?" 

"Bolus is going, norepi's at ten - epi's given, I bet he's about to spike his BP through the roof." 

     "He's been vomiting, I'm worried about his airway -" 

"He's conscious," Marian points out. "I'm talking to him. Uh, telepathically - and he's not very lucid but he's acknowledging me." 

:Belrun: Leareth sends, insistently. 

:I know - she's coming...:

"Alice do we have an ETA for Belrun and your sister?"