Marian helps flip Leareth onto his back, which is both easier and harder with him completely limp, deadweight in her arms. "Should I bag him -?" Where is the ambu bag, she had it right here yesterday but today is apparently not yesterday. 

"Hold it - Alice move your ass, please -" 

(Dr Millinger gets snappy like this when he's stressed. It's never personal.) 

"I'm going in.... Someone lift his shoulders for me, I can't - asshole - he's too swollen, I can't see the vocal chords - what's his BP...?" 

     "I'll get one–" 

"Sats?" 

     "...Crappy reading again, I'm trying another finger." 

"All right, Marian, I'm backing off a minute so you can bag him - I need more LIGHT in here, one of you idiots get the ceiling spotlight for me -" 

Marian finds the stupid ambu bag and, of course, instantly manages to drop it on the floor and has to scrabble to retrieve it; she clamps the mask over Leareth's face and squeezes.

It's...unclear whether this works. 

"I can't tell if I'm getting any air entry, can someone - Alice can you help me tilt his head back more, I think his tongue's in the way now that he's not conscious to help us out..." 

:Belrun can you tell if he's getting any oxygen right now, I'm uh not having the best of luck here: 

With all his muscles relaxed in deep unconsciousness, Leareth's still-swollen throat and upper airways are in fact being pretty uncooperative with Marian's efforts. He's getting any air, but not anywhere near enough – and the additional sedation is slowing his heart rate, relaxing all his muscles including the involuntary ones in every minor blood vessel.

This would normally be a temporary, easily resolvable problem, but he already had very little left in reserve, and now his life-force is rapidly dimming. 

:Tiny trickle, and the sedative's not helping:

"Sats?" 

     "Still can't get a reading, I'm sorry -" 

"You had one job–" 

     (Alice does not yell back at Dr Millinger). "I'm having trouble getting a blood pressure -"

"Well, fix it!" 

"Dr Millinger." 

"What did I say about the ceiling light?" 

     "I'm working on it-" 

"Dr Millinger!" 

"For fuck's sake. What." 

"....I'm not finding a pulse." 

Leareth is floppy and boneless on the bed as she wrestles with his shoulders just in case this will somehow free up some space in his constricted airway. His colour is already ashen-grey. 

His life-force is disorganized, the patterns and structure that should be coherent, part of a graceful dance, instead falling apart into shreds.

:Belrun can you DO SOMETHING–: 

:I'm trying!!!:

There's not enough of a coherent target left for her to anchor a Healing-link on. 

There's nothing there, anymore, for her Thoughtsensing to read, just a still dark pool. 

For a little while she can still sort of feel him, distantly through the lifebond, and then she can't.

- she lets out a little gut-punched noise and collapses on the floor sobbing.

This is INCREDIBLY AWFUL but Marian cannot, right now, do anything about Belrun, who isn't the one who's her patient. 

She's already scrambling up onto the bed to start CPR. 

"Can you back off for two fucking seconds," Dr Millinger barks, "- someone get me set up for an emergency bedside trach - we're not going to get anywhere if we don't have an airway which right now we don't. Lights. Now." 

     "Here -"

"Get another pillow under his shoulders!"

     "On it." 

"Anyone got a flashlight -" 

     "...Dr Millinger, here, I got one of the pediatric-size tubes." 

"For once one of you has a single brain cell. Excellent. Let's do this." 

Marian holds still in the incredibly awkward position where she's trying to lift Leareth's shoulders half off the bed, and tries to block out the sound of Belrun sobbing, and tries not to hold her breath because she's going to need it...  

A shout of triumph. "Got it!" Pause. "...Hope so. Eighty percent I did. Stethoscope please - ambu bag - do we have air entry -" 

     "...I'm hearing air entry," Alice confirms, quietly. "You're in." 

Dr Millinger lets out another gleeful exclamation. "All right! Marian, go nuts." 

Marian can do CPR. This is fine. It doesn't require thinking. Or being able to see the monitor, which she can't, because she is mostly but not entirely succeeding at not crying. 

She has to stop for ten seconds and try not to tumble off the bed while Alice shoves the hard CPR board under the sheets, and then there are NO THOUGHTS.

Until suddenly someone is interrupting her because apparently that was two minutes, and she's so exhausted. 

"Hold a minute - do we have a pulse?" 

     "I'm not feeling anything." 

"Rhythm is...I'm not sure what that is." 

     Dr Millinger squints at the monitor. "I'm calling that ventricular random crap. We've still got electrical activity - push epi now, please, 1mg - he'll come back if we can get him oxygen - bag harder, please - are we even connected to the O2, for fuck's sake people–" 

Giving drugs technically requires both thoughts and the use of her hands, but it's not complicated, Elaine's hauled the crash cart right there and she can recognize the box by colour without needing to be capable of reading the letters on it and she can totally tear open thin cardboard, yep, she is definitely capable of doing things right now. 

...There's a flicker of something in Leareth's fading, disorganized life-force. 

Then another, stronger flicker. 

Then it starts to steady out, and Belrun can feel him again - distantly, faintly, barely within the limits of perception. But she can feel him. 

- wha.

- as soon as there's anything there for her to feel Belrun slaps her hand down on his leg and pushes energy at him as hard as she can, she's fine, it's fine if she passes out afterwards as long as she NEVER FEELS THAT AGAIN -