:I think probably the new antibiotic he got switched to, timing works out on that, but I guess it could be chocolate, I got him a different flavour of shake this time: Marian readjusts the O2 sat probe on Leareth's finger. :I'm really worried - he's barely keeping his sats at 90% and he's working hard to breathe, if it doesn't get better soon he's going to wear himself out: 

The energy-flows visible to Healing-Sight in Leareth's body are in chaos; his body is flinging around all of its immune defensives, pretty much randomly at this point, and the drug they gave him is battling it out with the other runaway signals. His small blood vessels and capillaries are still more dilated than normal; his heart is working intensely to make up the difference. His airways are swelling, not quite enough to cut off his breathing but enough to make it difficult. 

:I don't know if I can calm down the entire immune response, or at least I don't know how, but I can take down the swelling in the airway: And she focuses on that.

It doesn't take a lot for Leareth to start noticing the difference; he squeezes her hand tightly, gratitude floating across the lifebond. 

He's still trying to ignore the background panic attack, but the exhaustion is now starting to dominate it; somehow despite his thumping heart and the stupid shakes that won't stop, all he wants is to sleep. 

"- Leareth?" Marian is shaking his shoulder now, for some reason. :Leareth. Hey. Are you still with me?: 

Leareth would like her to STOP BOTHERING HIM and let him SLEEP. 

:Leareth, come on - I know you're tired, I need you to try to stay conscious, please: 

She reaches to hit the button for another blood pressure reading, then thinks to actually switch the settings for more frequent cycles. 

"- Dr Millinger, we have an issue -" The alarm is dinging again; Leareth's blood pressure is back down to 88/51. 

"Get another 0.5mg of epi, please - is the bolus in, I think he needs another litre after that–" 

     "I'll grab that -"

"Hmm his sats are better at least." 

     "I don't like his colour, though." 

"Marian is he still responsive -" 

"Not as much as I'd like!" Marian taps his shoulder again. :Leareth, I need you to confirm if you're still awake– Belrun! Is he responding to you?: 

:Love, they want you awake:

:Why is it precisely you need him conscious?:

:Mostly it's just - information on how he's doing - if he's exhausted and passing out then we need to get him back on the ventilator - honestly I think we probably should, while his vitals are still okay and we don't need to rush, but he hated it so much, I was hoping you'd be able to help us turn this around fast enough that he can manage without:  

Why is she bothering him too. Leareth mumbles something in Mindspeech that isn't exactly a word. 

:Love if you don't stay with me they're going back to the ventilator:

:No - I want - not that -: 

He's so tired, but he makes a wrenching effort to drag himself awake. It's not very pleasant. His entire body itches and he feels sick to his stomach again, which seems ridiculous when he's barely eaten today, and his chest hurts and he can feel every heartbeat pounding in his aching head. 

:Going to -: he tries to warn Belrun, but doesn't have time to finish the sentence before his stomach heaves again. 

:Leareth stop fighting me - open your mouth - no that did not mean 'bite it' -: Marian is getting so. incredibly. frustrated. And she doesn't even have gloves on. :Belrun would it be hard to make him stop throwing up, he's so out of it, I'm scared he's going to choke: 

:He tried to warn me but not in time - I'll see what I can do -: She is a MICROBIOLOGIST. ...a microbiologist who is going to see if she can make his gut chill.

This is straightforward enough but takes a minute or so of concentration to do. Leareth is still hanging onto consciousness, barely, but he's exhausted, and now he feels incredibly cold for some reason. 

And scared. 

It feels like dying. He's died before, of course, but that doesn't make it not scary - and usually it's faster than this, not to mention less undignified - 

- and he's never died before when this meant leaving his lifebonded behind. 

It's so much effort just to keep breathing. Not as bad as before Belrun arrived and started helping, maybe, but it feels like he's been running a marathon for so long. 

He wants to tell Belrun that he's trying, really hard, and he wants to stay with her and he doesn't want to die and he's not giving up but it's so hard and he's not sure if any amount of willpower is going to be enough for much longer. But that would mean Mindspeaking, which requires doing something other than breathing, and he's too tired and so instead he's just going to be vaguely terrified and upset in her general direction. 

"I know, I know, hold on, I'm working on it," she murmurs, switching back to his lungs as soon as his stomach is behaving.

"He's really not looking good," Alice is saying, worriedly.

     "Sats are dropping -"

"Marian, is he still responsive at all?" 

"Not for me - a little for Belrun, I think -" 

"We need to tube him now," Dr Millinger snaps. "Get me the tray. –I said now!"

     "I'll prep meds for you," Alice offers.

"I'm getting the second litre of fluids going in...how's our BP -?" 

Leareth's blood pressure is hovering around 100/60, which...would be fine...except for the part where it's VERY CONCERNING that she just rammed 0.5mg of epinephrine into his central line and this is apparently as good as it gets.

:Leareth: Marian tries, but she's pretty sure he isn't picking it up. :Belrun. Dr Millinger thinks we need to put the breathing tube in again, urgently - can you tell him? ...I, uh, I don't think we can actually hold off if he says no, and I'm not sure he's with it enough to give meaningful consent, but I don't want to not warn him...: 

:Love, you need the tube, I'm sorry -: She's just sort of dumping undirected Healing-energy in him now and hoping something gets figured out.

He tries to answer, but Belrun feels so far away, he flails for her and can't reach her - he has to tell her, has to tell her...something...if he dies, but he can't remember what and it's too hard - 

"Ready?" Dr Millinger barks at Marian. 

      "- Here, I've got the propofol," Alice says, pulling over the saline-bolus tubing to hook into. "Now?" 

"What do you think I want, next week?" 

     "Okay. Propofol going in now." 

"Get him repositioned - who has the suction -"