Ack what - how - okay just what. 

"H...ello?" Marian manages, with only a bit of a stammer. "Do you, uh, speak English after all -?" 

"I'm learning English. These have insufficient vocabulary, may I have one with all the vocabulary?"

"I - uh - wait you just learned English from reading those - uh sorry I should, uh, wait until..." 

Marian has no appropriate social scripts for this encounter, which is the worst feeling, but, also, whatever, 'you have no social scripts for Situation X and this is awful' kind of happens constantly when you're an ICU nurse. 

"...Uh, I can - find you some things to read on the computer..." 

Her hands are shaking a bit because WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, but she manages to log on to the room console, and, hmm, what to google... 

She pulls up Wikipedia. Starting with the page on Human because it was the first thing to pop into her head. 

"- Uh, you're welcome to read this - anything blue-and-underlined you can click with the mouse, like this, and open it in a new window and read that next..." 

She has neither 'thank you' nor 'ma'am' in English yet and that's kind of awful too. "Yes. First, is there anything-?" she gestures to her companion.

Marian has very little idea what the robot-lady is asking! "I, uh, think she's all right for the moment -"

"-yes." Well, if there's nothing urgent enough for the half-formed question to prompt her to say it, Wikipedia is the next priority; she gets started on it, scanning a few pages to figure out the layout - leaving them in place only barely long enough to register to the eye - before going linkhopping to look for the 'dictionary' page and its external links, moving through the site nearly as quickly.

Marian is trying to extract herself and go back to charting, but she spends thirty seconds captivated by the robot-woman...all right, fine, probably a superintelligent robot given - that - racing through webpages at absurd speed - 

It doesn't take her long to find a dictionary site, but she's not quite that quick with it. Marian will be left to her charting.

At least until the beeping starts: her patient has stopped breathing.

Marian glances over but isn't especially worried; her patient is still on a ventilator and if she doesn't start breathing again then the backup rate will kick in. 

She doesn't, not right away.

Her sats stay high for surprisingly long considering, but then start to fall even with the ventilator's help.

(The robot has stepped away from the computer but is also just watching.)

Once her sats are visibly dropping, Marian hauls herself up and heads into the room to tap the "two minutes of 100% oxygen" emergency button on the ventilator. 

"Do you, uh, know why she's doing that?" she asks the humanoid robot friend.

"Not precisely, ma'am. It shouldn't be dangerous."

"I, uh, sure - wait, right, do you know what happened to her and why she's not waking up?" 

"I'm not sure whether your language has the exact word for it yet, ma'am, but she's in something like a deep trance or hibernative state, healing from previous injuries. She'll wake when she's well; she expected that to be sometime today but she wasn't sure exactly and your treatments may have affected it. I can wake her sooner but it's very dangerous."

"Uhhhh please don't then?" Marian is so incredibly confused. She goes back to fidgeting and watching the ventilator screen. 

"Yes ma'am. Can you tell me what these machines are doing, please?"

The woman's sats have risen slightly but not really to an acceptable level.

"One second." She's so confused; the ventilator should be pushing 100% oxygen into the woman's lungs, which don't on the X-ray appear to have anything wrong with them, how are her sats still low.

She would call the respiratory therapist in but, by the sound of it, they're still pretty busy in the other pod across the unit. Instead she grits her teeth and then fiddles with the settings, bumping up the set backup respiratory rate from 12 to 16. 

"Uh, right, machines. This one is helping her breathe, she stopped breathing a few times when the paramedics were transporting her over, also she's in a coma so having the breathing tube helps prevent her from aspirating. The IVs are for giving her fluids and medications - this tube was for feeding her but we stopped it - the catheter is so we can monitor more closely how well her kidneys are working."

And also because comatose people will otherwise pee in the bed but that might be too much information. She has no idea if robot lady is squeamish. 

Raising the rate helps but, again, not as much as Marian would expect.

"Thank you, ma'am. Has anything else been done to her?"

"Uh, let me think - we did a lot of tests but that shouldn't have affected her body directly, though some of the tests were blood draws, it's only a tiny bit of blood you take for that though. There were two other IVs and the previous feeding tube that we took out because they were blocked– oh, speaking of that, do you know why her blood is black sometimes?" 

This is a surreal and absurd conversation to be having but wow it sure does seem like she's having it. 

"I'm sorry, ma'am, I don't know."

"Uh, that's all right. Other than that, I guess we gave her a handful of other drugs - she seems to metabolize drugs really weirdly - and some fluids, but I think that's it?" 

"Are you sure the drugs were affecting her, ma'am?"

"Huh, what? I...guess I'm not sure? The problems we were treating did go away though. Just - not usually when we'd just given her drugs for them." 

"Thank you, ma'am. It's a good sign if they weren't. What were the drugs?"

The woman takes a breath, separately from the rhythm of the machine, and her sats start to rise, quite quickly.