Marian notices instantly, and pulls Elaine back. "Stop a moment - Belrun felt something–" 

She digs around for a pulse. And finds one, and makes a small delighted squeaking noise. And then tries to FOCUS. Tongue between her teeth, she whacks the button to refresh the blood pressure, and then starts hunting around in her pockets to see if she still has a pediatric O2 sat probe - the standard one on his finger still isn't getting a waveform, probably because his circulation is still too crap, the back of his hand is ice-cold and mottled bluish-grey. 

But there's a heartbeat on the monitor, slow and irregular but already picking up its pace, matching the thready pulse under her fingertip. 

"Alice can you max out my norepi if it isn't already - oooh! Blood pressure!" 

The actual number is 78/32 which is not amazing or anything but, Marian thinks triumphantly, she will TAKE IT. 

Leareth is still pale and limp and deeply unconscious, and his life-energies are dim and only brightening very slowly, but he's alive and at this point Belrun can definitely feel him growing brighter and stronger to her Othersenses, as more oxygen hits his bloodstream. 

LIVE, YOU GODS-DAMNED INVALID.

People move around her and say things that slide past her ears, and then eventually there are fewer people and quieter voices. 

Marian unhooks the third empty and deflated litre bag of saline. "Dr Millinger, figure he needs more fluids?" 

"Hmm. I think not for now, don't want him to go into pulmonary edema on us next. Titrate up the epi drip if you need to. I won't go far. ....Marian?" 

"Y...es...?" 

"Do not, I repeat, do not let him wake up this time. If he pulls that tube out we are royally fucked." Th surgeon rolls his eyes. "Honestly we should maybe paralyze him just in case." 

"...I, uh, wouldn't recommend that. If he wakes up paralyzed he'll just set the unit on fire instead. Uh, can we put him on Versed for sedation again - and can I go higher on the fentanyl, I think I re-fucked-up his ribs and he won't be happy about it." 

"He'd better be happy about it. Does the magic girlfriend need something to eat?" 

     "I could devour some Chinese food?" Alice says hopefully. 

"Can we get the General Tso's chicken from that place down the street again -" 

The other staff eventually disperse, now that the emergency is over, though Elaine and Alice both stay very close. 

Marian putters around the room, multitasking frazzledly, until eventually she calms down to catch herself doing this, and instead gets herself a cup of ice water and drinks it slowly while standing at the foot of the bed and watching the monitor. 

There is still a dead body in the room next door but she can make Elaine deal with that, probably, she is NOT LEAVING. 

...

Some indeterminate length of time later, Marian nudges Belrun's shoulder. "Here. You should lie down, you look wiped - I've made up the recliner for you again, you just stay right here with him - there's some water and some snacks on the table..." 

Belrun can haul herself onto the recliner. She can drink a glass of water on general principle and allow a saltine to dissolve in her mouth. She passes out before she takes a second one.

When she wakes up, multiple hours later, it's dark outside the window and the lights in the room are dimmed, and Leareth is sort of reaching at the lifebond. He's not exactly awake, but he's definitely less profoundly unconscious than before. 

None of the glass-city-machines are screaming. She tries to nudge the lifebond in a reassuring fashion. She goes to the bathroom and comes back and starts putting crackers in her face.

Two different nursing staff are in the pod; they're currently both in the room with Leg Lifts Lady, but Ben is back from the previous night, and nods to Belrun. 

Room 114 is empty and pristine, the curtains pulled wide. 

Marian is off in a different corner of the ward, yawning and grumpily charting at a computer. She hears Belrun get up, though, and meets her back at the room with a cardboard container of freshly reheated Chinese takeout. 

:Hey. I...: This is really awkward. :I'm, uh, sorry. About earlier. Are you...going to be all right...?: 

:I'll be okay. Lifebond came back when he did:

:I'm glad. But we should've...: She shakes her head. :I don't know what we should've done. Probably intubated him as soon as we knew there was a problem, without waiting for you, but I think we were all expecting he would freak out: 

:He might've, yeah. I probably just - shouldn't leave the hospital. When Nayoki's up and about she can go materials-hunting:

:We weren't expecting that– but yeah. If this'd happened when he was fully healthy, he wouldn't have crashed that fast - it kind of surprised me, he's so tough, but I guess his body was already compensating for a lot: 

She fidgets. 

:I - we don't know if - how much damage there might be from this. He wasn't down for that long, but...would've been a couple minutes where he wasn't getting oxygen to his brain. I...don't know if that's the sort of thing you can see with your magic...?: 

:I can look:

What is there to see?

Right now his circulation is fine, heart pumping steadily, the ventilator pushing oxygen into his lungs for his blood to convey everywhere.

Inside his skull in particular, there aren't any signs of large-scale damage, not like the poor patient in room 114. The usual vibrant activity that ought to be visible to Healing-Sight in a healthy brain is sluggish, muted, but it's hard to tell how much this is just from the heavy sedation. There's maybe some sort of diffuse metabolic stress going on, the sort of inflammation that happens after tissue injury, but it's small-scale and widespread enough to be hard to pick out.

To Thoughtsensing it's clear that there's a mind. Leareth is totally unshielded, and feels more like a person in deep sleep rather than the blank unconsciousness of before; he's not thinking anything, or aware of their presence. 

:He's not obviously brain damaged. Might just be sedated enough I can't tell but it doesn't look like there's a problem in his brain:

:Well. That’s something. I...hope he’ll be okay. I think it’ll be a couple of days before we know for sure:

:Is there a good replacement for whatever he was allergic to?: