The patient's nurse is looking pretty overwhelmed, Marian notes. This is a lot for the med-surg floor nurses. 

"Give CT a call first and ask if they can make space for him in five minutes," Marian says to her. "And pass me some blood tubes - uh, third drawer down in the crash cart..." 

She spends the next thirty seconds very busy looking for a vein, but looks up at Deskyl once she's got the butterfly needle in and blood is filling the tube. 

"...Uh, are you all right?" Deskyl looks maybe a bit pale? Not enough that she would notice or care if Deskyl were another nurse, but Marian is still kind of thinking of her as her patient. 

"Fixing his clot is taking most of her attention, ma'am, she's not fully oxygenating herself. We're monitoring it, she'll be fine."

"We could get her the oxygen nasal cannula? They're right there and there's two oxygen plugs in the wall." 

    "She says she'll be done in another minute, ma'am."

And she doesn't look delighted to be bothered about it. Also Marian's hands are kind of busy right now. "Uh, all right."

She returns her attention to the patient's arm. Swaps in the next tube and waits for it to fill with blood. "Hey, can someone...?" No one is paying attention to her. She frees a hand to tap one of the nurses by the crash cart on the arm. "Can you put in orders for all the bloodwork and print me some stickers?" 

      (Sure, the nurse can do that.) 

And within two minutes, the bloodwork is ordered and stickered and sent to the lab, and CT is ready to receive the patient. 

Marian tries to extract herself from beside the patient. "Can you, uh, manage going with him?" she asks his nurse. "He's stable, should be fine - uh, maybe you should grab the resident to go with you just in case, but I can't really stay..."

Well, 'can't' is putting it strongly. She definitely doesn't want to. 

"Deskyl, are you done? They're ready to take him to get scanned." 

She's finished with the clot - her color improved noticeably when she did - but she's still fairly focused on the patient. She backs off when DZ signs to her, though: "she says that they should still keep an eye on him, but she's had time to check all the most important areas, if he has another clot it will be a small one, and she doesn't expect him to."

"We've got him on the heparin drip now too, so it should be even less likely he'll throw another clot." Marian backs up against the wall of the room, getting out of the nurse's way. "...Uh, what now, did you still want to go outside?" 

    "Yes ma'am." Deskyl waits too.

There's a flurry of activity, and then the patient is being wheeled out of the room with the nurse and resident, and then suddenly everything is very quiet. And also looks vaguely like a tornado just hit it. There are empty syringe boxes and supply wrappers sort of strewn everywhere. 

Marian, who is just hitting the most irritating part of the adrenaline comedown where her brain suddenly decides that words are too exhausting to bother with, absently starts tidying up the trash and throwing it away. 

Deskyl considers this for a moment, and then leans against the wall, sending the trash can following Marian around the room with her telekinesis.

    "Would this be a good time to explain more about Master Deskyl's magic, ma'am?"

...Oh wow that's really convenient and also cool! 

"Uh, thanks. And, sure I guess?" 

"Yes ma'am. A more literal translation of what I've been calling magic would be Force use; the aspect of physics she uses for it is the Force and people who can manipulate it are Force sensitive; Sith like Master Deskyl are trained in using the aspect of it called the dark side, which is stronger but more dangerous than the light side aspect. She's used to hiding her ability to use healing techniques because they draw on the light side of the Force, which is impossible for most Sith and strongly associated with their enemies. Healing is the only light-side technique she knows, though; any other techniques she uses, like the telekinesis and sensory powers she was using just now, are fine to talk about."

Marian scoops up the last few wrappers and chucks them in the floating garbage can. 

"...Thank you, that's, uh, helpful to know. It, uh... I don't know if it helps, but it seems kind of important that I - don't think there are any Sith or any of their enemies in this world at all? I don't think anyone's ever heard of the concept? So it's - I don't think anyone here would care about the difference. I'm...actually still kind of confused about the difference? Using magic– uh, using the Force to find a blood clot and get rid of it seems like it's just healing already?" 

"She says the difference is that when she's doing healing it's more comprehensive, and involves working with their life force more directly; she can keep people alive with healing through things she can't do anything about with other techniques. And she doesn't have to do her own detail work; it's more difficult to avoid healing something than to heal it, once she has the technique active."

"Uh, right, that makes sense. ...Probably most people here aren't going to notice the difference, though. I don't know. Did you want to go outside still?" 

Deskyl shrugs and moves to the doorway, pausing there to wait for the other two.

Marian takes a deep breath, lets it out, and follows her. She's really looking forward to being done with today so she can stop and think and figure out how she feels about...all of this...but now is not that time. 

It'd be easy to miss, but Deskyl is more attentive now, staying with Marian and keeping an eye on her rather than charging off and assuming she'll keep up. She pauses again partway through the trip to look off into the distance again, but shakes her head and moves on, and this time they make it out without incident.

Marian is mostly too tired and distracted to notice this, and what she does notice is a bit confusing but whatever, it's not like Deskyl is being rude or anything. 

They step outside, and Marian lets out her breath and stretches her arms over her head. Now she feels like she's not at work anymore. 

Deskyl spends a minute looking around, watching the cars and checking out the architecture.

    "She says she hopes we aren't complicating things too much for you, ma'am."

"It's, uh, fine? You saved people's lives - also you got me off shift early - I don't think I have a right to complain." 

    "She says of course you have the right to complain, ma'am."

Shrug. “That’s, uh, nice of you to say. I…guess I still have no idea what I’m going to say to Alice tonight once she’s off shift. She wants an explanation and she’s not going to let me get away with deflecting.”

    "What is she going to want you to explain exactly, ma'am?"