He can get just enough of that from her surface thoughts to pick up that he's supposed to hold still. He can do that. Probably. 

Oh good. 

Marian dives for the ambu bag shoved in the back of the room by the suction canisters, cranks the wall oxygen up as high as it goes, gets the tubing stuck onto it with shaking fingers, and then promptly yanks it off again when she tries to spool it out toward her panicking patient who she really hopes Elaine is watching. 

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck–" 

She gets it back on and is slightly more careful this time and manages to stretch the tubing across to him and - after three or four tries because she's still shaking - gets the main tubing off and the bag attachment on. 

She looks into his eyes. "I'm going to help you breathe with this. I need you to relax and try not to fight it - take slower breaths -"

He is predictably not going to be able to obey that instruction right now, though, and he's breathing at least forty a minute - she can't squeeze the bag that fast but she can try for every other breath and hope he calms down and cooperates with it when he's getting a little more oxygen. 

And, FINALLY, it feels like about a year after she could have used it, there are several nurses from adjacent pods running for the room!  

"Can someone fix my sat probe - I need a new vent in here, his broke - uh and there's a fire–" 

Alice looks so confused but, unlike Elaine, she's immediately in motion. 

Her patient is kind of fighting her attempt to squeeze air into his lungs - probably involuntarily - but at least he's visibly trying to stay still rather than flailing to get free of the restraints, and he doesn't resist when Alice grabs his hand and shoves the normal O2 sat probe onto it. 

The circulation in his extremities is a lot better now that he's not hypothermic - not to mention his blood pressure is through the roof because he's panicking - and it takes only a couple of seconds to get a waveform and then a number.

The monitor immediately starts yelling its displeasure to the world, because said number is 77%. 

Dr Millinger reaches the room. "What's going on in here?" 

     "There's a fire," one of the other nurses says. She's slapping at the smoking blankets with a handful of wet paper towels. 

"There's a what."

"I think there must've been some sort of weird electrical malfunction?" Marian says. "Shorted out his vent and, yeah, bit of a fire. I'm bagging him for now but we need a new vent and - probably some extra sedation on board, he's freaking out." 

He still can't focus on any of the more distant minds, but he can just barely pick up on the nearest surface thoughts - she's thinking about forcing him to sleep again - 

:No: 

Dr Millinger jumps. "What? Who said that?" 

     "It wasn't me! I thought it was you!" 

....Apparently it's not just her hallucination? 

She ignores everyone else and focuses her patient again. "Hey. Look at me. I know this is really scary - but you're burning more energy, because you're scared, so we need to help you calm down for a bit, okay? And we'll get everything fixed and you're going to be okay." 

...Oh, is that all, he can try to calm down without being asleep... 

Maybe. It's incredibly hard to make himself relax when it still feels like he can't breathe, and to suppress his body's reflex to cough, but the last minute of terror is giving him at least a brief spurt of mental clarity, and Leareth is very good at mental discipline. 

He holds still. He relaxes. With an incredible effort of will, he stops frantically gasping for air and instead times it to when the young Healer is trying to help. 

Everything still hurts, his heart is still pounding from residual panic, but it is easier when they're not fighting each other. 

"Oh wow! Good. That's so good. Your oxygen numbers are coming up. ...You're really tense though. It looks like you're in a lot of pain? Is it all right if we give you some extra medicine for that, right now, it won't knock you out all the way, it'll just make it a bit easier..." 

And maybe prevent MORE FIRE. Marian does not want there to be any more fire at ALL. She has no idea how the patient is causing fires or earthquakes or electric short-outs, but. 

Now that he's trying to back away from the fight-or-flight response, Leareth is exhausted. His body feels like he just sprinted five miles; he's content, for the moment, to lie here and let her breathe for him. 

It's a lot harder to reach out with Mindspeech, even though she's literally touching him, but he manages a burst of wordless assent before closing his eyes. 

That's even weirder but she can worry about the weird later. 

"Being put to sleep freaks him out a lot," Marian tries to explain to Dr Millinger, still hovering at the foot of the bed looking baffled at this exchange. "He's in a lot of pain, though." 

Dr Millinger is shaking his head. "Get him a hundred mcgs of fentanyl, then, and you can bump his drip up to two hundred an hour if you need to. He must have a metabolism like a furnace, he burns right through sedation." He frowns at the monitor. "Is he still on the norepi? Seems unnecessary if so, his BP's up at 180." 

"Eeek!" Marian can't see the monitor well from her current angle, and it hasn't stopped ringing the whole time; she's only paying attention to the oxygen sats, which are finally creeping up into the high 80s. "Oops, sorry, I'll stop that - uh - Elaine can you stop it, I can't reach from here." 

"Uh, of course." 

      "Fentanyl up to two hundred?" Alice is saying. "Looks like his BP can take the hit. I'll get you the bolus, too, Elaine and I can sign off on it - you just hang in there, all right?" 

"Uh, thank you." She is going to just keep standing here and breathing for her patient, who is being so incredibly cooperative for this and she's so proud and impressed. 

...also her feet are killing her so maybe she'll just sort of perch on the bedrail for a while. 

He floats. He has the very odd feeling of being several miles away from his body, which is still in pain but it's hard to care very much when it's way over there. 

He keeps having the nagging feeling that he's forgotten something important, that he's missing something - that something is terribly wrong - but it's sort of obvious that a lot of things are wrong. And he's very tired, and running short on the will to struggle against that, and maybe he'll just - sleep - for a minute or two, that's all... 

- and then there's a voice. "Hey. Hey, it's me. Wake up. Come on. Squeeze my hand?" 

His body is still a long way off but he tries to do this. 

"There you go!" A pause. "I, uh. Listen." 

She speaks in a low voice, but close to his ear, slowly and clearly. 

"I - know this is possibly crazy, but, uh, you seem to attract weird accidents. When you get stressed. We got you a new breathing machine and you're fine, everything's fine, but - I really really want you to stay calm and try not to get scared again, okay? Also that's just a good idea in general, it'll help your body recover, but, well. Weird accidents." 

Another pause.

"Do you understand me? Can you, uh, show me somehow whether you understood that?" 

Thoughtsensing is hurting his head a lot right now, despite the floaty feeling, but he thinks he followed some of that. 

:No fire: 

Marian clears her throat. "I, uh, that's right. I think we should aim for no fires and also no random electrical discharges. Or earthquakes. I, uh, I know this is really really scary, being hurt like this. And that makes it hard. If it's too hard, we can give you a bit more drugs to stay calm - uh, we could do a shorter-acting one just when you're stressed and need it right then, if that's better..."