Marian sags slightly with relief. 

"Drugs were, hmm - some painkillers and sedatives, which we have going now - but I guess maybe aren't doing anything, she was unconscious before too and it was more just-in-case - also we gave her a few doses of some drugs to increase or decrease heart rate, when that was going wonky." 

"Thank you, ma'am. I recommend you stop the sedative, Master Deskyl will notice it when she wakes and it's likely to upset her."

"Mmm. Why do you think it'd upset her? Uh, in general people on ventilators have some sedation, because it's stressful and scary to wake up with a breathing tube in you." 

"I expect her to take it as a threat, ma'am. She's not going to expect to wake up in a medical facility, and her guess at the meaning of any kind of restraint will be that she's been captured by someone dangerous."

The wrist restraints have been opened, too, Marian will see if she looks.

"Oh. Crap. That - makes sense, I guess. I, uh - is there - someone specific she'd be expecting to capture her...how did you two end up in the desert...?" 

"It will depend on how disoriented she is when she wakes, ma'am. We arrived here by magic while escaping her master but she may not remember it."

"Her...master...?" Marian rubs her eyes. "Um. Can you - back up and start at the beginning and tell me what happened to her. To both of you, it sounds like?" 

"Yes ma'am. Master Deskyl is a Sith; Sith are able to see and manipulate a part of physics called the Force, to produce magical effects, and have received specific kinds of training in doing so; Master Deskyl received her training from Lord Pritruth, who she also worked under once she was done with her direct training. Almost a year ago he was complicit in having her injured, potentially fatally; we don't know why, or what was done to her, but it was repeated every few months, without enough time for her to fully recover between instances, until three days ago, when he and a group of other Sith attempted to take her for it again. She panicked, which sometimes allows a Sith to use Force abilities they otherwise can't, and teleported us here; we don't recognize the planet, and we appeared in the desert with no signs of civilization nearby. My line of robots isn't designed to operate in high temperatures and she didn't believe she could find her way out of the desert alone while injured, so instead she found a cave to shelter in, instructed me to deactivate until shortly before she expected to wake from her healing trance, and went into the trance, expecting to be able to get to civilization once she woke."

What. 

What??? 

...Okay, she's either crazy or dreaming or robot lady is...making this up...? Or she's in a completely different genre of horror movie than she thought. 

"Wow," she manages eventually. "I - that sounds awful, I'm sorry." This is the closest she has to an appropriate script that doesn't require thinking, which she can't do yet because her brain is busy spinning in circles. 

"Thank you, ma'am."

"What, uh. Kind of injuries. Did this person - do to her -" 

"I'm sorry, ma'am, we don't know very much about it. She would be taken from her rooms, probably out of Lord Pritruth's compound but we can't be sure of that, and be returned three or four days later completely unresponsive and immobile aside from breathing. She was unable to sleep for the first day after being returned, and consistently had a minor seizure on the second, after which she would begin regaining function starting with the ability to sleep and to swallow foods the consistency of oatmeal but never progressing to the point to the point of regaining her full attention span or the ability to speak fluently. We did believe that she would regain them given enough time, though, and it's very possible that she'll be fully recovered when she wakes from the trance."

"That's - good to hear - uh, are you a medical professional or something..." 

Marian's mind is still skidding around in little circles. Mostly, right now, around the fact that she's pretty sure she has some sort of mandatory legal requirement to report abuse and this CLEARLY COUNTS but also she's supposed to, what, make a police report or something that her patient was abused by their magic teacher and then escaped by teleporting? 

Also the magic teacher sounds like a pretty scary person to cross, if there were any way of them finding out, but honestly the hypothetical threat to her safety is miles behind the dread of social awkwardness. 

"No ma'am, I'm a servant robot with some minor programming for handling basic medical care of humans. Master Deskyl does have some medical Force powers, though, including a very good sensory power; I expect her reports of her state to have been accurate."

"Mmm. ...You're a...servant robot? Are there, uh - are there lots of robots like you where you're from?" 

The part of Marian's brain that feels that she's landed in some bizarre movie is kind of bouncing off the fact that this plot seems to contain both 'magic teachers' and 'intelligent robots'??? She's pretty sure those are usually different genres. 

"Servant robots are common in Master Deskyl's society, and Lord Pritruth's compound had several of us from my line and a heavier-duty line, yes ma'am. Medical robots are considerably rarer; there was one in the compound but he was used for research and never saw Master Deskyl that we know of."

"Mmm. Uh, thank you for explaining." Marian takes a couple of deep breaths. "I - guess I should go ask Dr Millinger if I can stop the sedative. When do you think she would wake up?"

"If your treatments haven't slowed her recovery I'd expect an eighty to eighty-five percent chance that she wakes in the next sixteen hours and a ninty-seven percent chance that she wakes within the next three days; if it's safe to roll her onto her side I can check whether her recovery has been slowed."

"Sure, rolling her over should be fine - uh, just let me help make sure we don't yank on any tubes." 

"Yes ma'am, thank you."

She rolls her over to check on the burn on the back of her shoulder, asking for permission to remove the bandage there once she sees it. When she does, the burn is revealed to have healed to barely-discolored smooth skin; it would be hard to even notice that there'd been a wound there if Marian didn't already know. "That's good, ma'am, she's healing as expected."

Whooooooa. Okay, that's...actually quite a big strike against the theory that robot lady is making this up and is actually a normal person in a costume. (Which seems implausible anyway, it'd have to be an absurdly good costume for it to look and move so naturally.) 

"Uh," Marian says after a moment, "what's - your name? And hers? I'm Marian. I'll be her nurse for another, uh..." glance at the clock, it's still not much after nine am, "ten hours or so." 

"She's Xaari Deskyl, ma'am, Xaari is a Sith rank and Deskyl is her personal name. My designation is DZ-twelve-Q."

"Right, um, give me a second and I'll write that down..." Marian scrabbles for her clipboard and does this. "Do you happen to know how old she is? Uh, normally we'd put in a date of birth but I don't know if you'd know our calendar." 

"I've seen it, ma'am; her date of birth is March 25th of 1990 and she's twenty-six Earth years old."

Marian scribbles this down; she keeps to herself that Deskyl is almost exactly her age and this is a bit weird, it seems like the kind of thing that probably isn't professional to say. 

She does feel a lot steadier now that she's back on a familiar script. "Right, thank you. Any other medical history that you know of? Is she allergic to anything? Was she taking any medicines before?"