"No ma'am, Sith don't have chronic medical problems as a rule."

"Huh, that's convenient. Does she have any family? Other than, uh, you?" 

"According to her records her parents and two younger brothers were alive when Lord Pritruth took her as an apprentice, eleven earth years ago, but she wasn't close to them at the time and doesn't appear to have been in contact with them since."

Nod. "She would've been, er, fifteen? Is that a standard age for this sort of apprenticeship?" 

"Yes ma'am."

Nod. 

"Is there anything else that seems really important for me to know before I go talk to the doctor about her?" 

"I'm concerned about her reaction if she wakes late and I'm not available to explain the situation to her, ma'am, and my charge is a bit low; would it be possible to have an engineer make a charger for me? It should be very easy, I'm designed to accept a wide range of power inputs."

On the one hand Marian doesn't have the faintest idea where to start with this request; on the other hand, letting your patient's only friend/family/whatever run out of battery is approximately as horrifying as letting them die of thirst. Albeit a lot more annoying to avoid, logistically speaking. 

"I'll, uh. See what I can do. Not sure the hospital is, uh, really very prepared for that? I guess I can show you all the sorts of chargers we have already?" 

"Thank you, ma'am." That'll be a research project, translating the units into something she's familiar with, but she should have the time.

"I'll do that first, then." It's urgent, which is convenient because it's also a lot less nervewracking than approaching Dr Millinger and trying to explain...literally any of the everything that's happened in the last half-hour. 

She spends five minutes ransacking both the clean utility room, the nursing station, and the lost-and-found box in the nurses' break room, and comes back with an armful of assorted chargers; there are cables for several varieties of cell phone, a lost laptop charger, and the charging cords for four different kinds of medical devices. 

"- Uh, power point is in the wall here, I'm - guessing you know how to be careful not to shock yourself but I should check?" 

She examines the outlet and the wall end of one of the chargers. "Yes ma'am, thank you."

She then checks them for writing, and takes the laptop charger over to the computer to start the translation process.

And Marian takes a minute at the desk to procrastinate on talking to Dr Millinger via, instead, transferring all of the patient information she just got from her clipboard to the computer, while she finishes her still-lukewarm coffee. 

Eventually there's no more reasonable procrastination, and she groans and hauls herself up and - damn it he's still rounding, he already told her not to interrupt him, but at this rate he's not going to make it to her pod until noon and that might be too late to avoid a horrible disaster... 

She hovers nearby until he finishes his current spiel to the med students, and then clears her throat. 

"What." 

"I, ummm -" And her courage fails. She is absolutely not going to try to explain everything in front of half a dozen med students plus all the specialist staff on the entire unit. "Can I stop my patient's sedation, I don't really know why the resident on night shift started it, she's totally unresponsive and she's already got pain control with the fentanyl just in case." 

He scowls and waves a hand vaguely. "Sure, whatever, do what you want." 

Aaaaaaaaaah why is this AWFUL.

Marian quietly slinks away, feeling obscurely bad about blaming the resident who was probably being reasonable given what they knew at the time. 

She heads into the room and stops the propofol pump. "Uh, the doctor is really busy today and I'll...try to explain things properly to him once he's actually doing rounds here and not distracted with other patients. Most of the patients here are actually a lot sicker than her, so..." 

"Yes ma'am. Is there anything nearby that I can help with?"

"Ummmm -" 

Marian is torn between automatically refusing and being so so tempted to take DZ-something up on the offer. Also she suddenly feels a lot more fond of the robot person. 

"...You don't have to? You're here for her, it's fine if you want to focus on her."

There is a very loud silent 'but' hanging after that, which Marian manages not to say. 

"Yes ma'am, but I expect that it will be better for her if you're less busy when she wakes."

"I guess?" Marian anxiously twists the hem of her scrub top between her hands, then catches herself and lets go of it with a sheepish look. "Uh, sure. You - could help turn patients with me? Everyone in this pod is due but it looks like Elaine is too busy." 

"Yes ma'am." She's a very attentive helper, matching her technique carefully to Marian's.

Then they can make a round through the pod and turn all the patients! 

Coma Guy and Gunshot Tattoo Artist Fight Guy are straightforward. 

Leg Lifts Lady is somehow almost sideways in her bed, despite the wrist restraints limiting her mobility, and seems to be trying in vain to front-kick the ceiling lights. 

Sigh. Marian glances around the pod to see if anything else urgently needs her attention. 

"Er, if you don't mind, she's really overdue for a bath and having her linens changed? It'll take longer though." 

"I'd like to check on Master Deskyl first, ma'am, but then I can take care of her myself if you'd like." There are lots of reasons not to have humans doing droid work but risk of injury is an important one, not that she's going to bring it up.