A doctor shows up with a wheely cart big enough for a person, even a largish person, though this person's feet are going to dangle. "Nelen, do you have chalk, Skun thinks there might be a patroller -"

"Oh, yeah - you sure that's safe?"

"Safer than a patroller with his hair like that."

Nelen sprays the patient's hair with red chalk.

He's pretty bewildered about that but doesn't voice an objection.

With his hair chalked the doctor wheels him to the infirmary and motions Nelen along. "How far did he fall from?"

"I don't know, I only saw him land. I think probably the Steten building is the likeliest? Do you know who he is?"

"Not a clue. Could be somebody's visitor? Maybe he ran here to get away from some predator and was still fucked up about it and jumped, wouldn't be the first time that's happened."

"Somebody's visitor would speak Anitami."

"I think they still speak Lotsual in some little mountain towns."

"Is there good machine translation for Lotsual that he'd have a friend here?"

"Sure, it's fine."

The patient is keeping pretty quiet through this conversation and seems to be listening, but gives no sign of understanding any words.

Nelen looks up a Lotsual glossary and sounds out, "Sobi Lotsual u sa?"

Nope.

"He probably hit his head, and Lotsual's probably not the only language like that, anyway."

The doctor hauls him into a bed in the red hospital. The guy in the next bed is coughing and wearing a mask; the lady on the other side has her foot wrapped up and propped on some pillows and she's asleep. Into the bed weird guy goes.

Weird guy cooperates with this plan, although he also finds the time to look around in mild concern at the other people in the hospital.

None of his limbs are blatantly obviously broken or anything but he seems very uncomfortable anytime anything happens to his left leg.

The doctor will poke and prod at his left leg until he knows whether this is a job for immobilization or drugs or what.

Nelen posts in the community chat that somebody neither he nor the doctor recognizes is apparently visiting, who has a friend over?

The leg is mildly fractured in a few places and could probably do with being immobilized.

The patient does not belong to any locals.

The doctor wraps up the leg and checks the rest of the guy over and -

"He doesn't have enough teeth."

"Like he got hit in the face -"

"No, not like he got hit in the face."

"That's weird."

"Guy must have so much mutational load. Or his mom works in something toxic, maybe. I don't think I'm going to give him painkillers till we can ask him what he's allergic to, at least."

Something goes beeble-beep in the patient's pocket; he sticks his hand in and fishes out a laughably archaic device, the sort of thing that belongs in a museum or possibly poorly-researched historical fiction. It has a hinge, which he flips open to reveal an itty-bitty screen made of individual on/off pixels and a grid of buttons with incomprehensible symbols on them; he jabs a button and it stops beebling. He tries to put the ridiculous thing back in his pocket, but the required movements are too much for him and he gives up with a wince.

The locals stare at the beebling thing. Nelen holds out a hand for it in case the guy will just let him have a look.

Sure, why not.

Nelen investigates the device.

"Doc, anything weird besides the teeth?"

"He's tall and hairy and his hair's a weird color but those can all happen sometimes. Slightly weird kneecaps."

"And the language."

"I don't think much of what you're implying."

"It's important!" says Nelen.

"...I'll get him a bedpan and see if he starts weeping like an extra on a medical drama." The doctor does this.

The device sure is some weird technology in some weird language that looks vaguely like it might be an attempt at a pocket everything by a society that has only barely thought of the concept. Text recognition, if Nelen tries any, is deeply bewildered about the labels on all the buttons.

The weird man does not weep about the bedpan; he does look mildly concerned by it once he guesses what it's for, and attempts to get across 'are you sure it's that bad an idea for me to get out of bed?' using incomprehensible words supplemented with gestures and facial expressions.

Nelen does try text recognition. "The everything doesn't know this alphabet."

The doctor puts the bedpan away and finds him a crutch mostly on autopilot, experiment having been done. "Well, fuck," he says.

The patient attempts to express gratitude for the crutch.

The doctor waves the bedpan at the door leading to the bathrooms. Starts checking him over for other abnormalities and injuries.

He does not immediately make a move for the bathrooms. He's mostly fine although in addition to the leg he also seems to have a couple of unhappy ribs.

He's... still in that grey area where he could be an alien but he could also be a regular person with outrageously high mutational load and a weird archaic pocket everything labeled in nonsense symbols. Nothing about him is outright definitely not Amentan but, overall, he seems kind of... plausibly not Amentan.

Ugh. This is terrible.

When the doctor has him basically stable he gestures at the crutch, wanting him to try getting around with it.

He manages a respectable hobble after a few false starts.

In that case he should free up this bed. "Nelen, can you take him? You live alone, right?"

"I - yeah but -"

"You're not going to make things any worse."

"I don't know what to do with him!"

"Good for you! Neither do I! I'm a fucking doctor! Get him out of here and - teach him Anitami or something."

Nelen sighs and beckons to the becrutched maybealien.

The becrutched maybealien is content to hobble after him.

Nelen leads him back to his apartment. It's up some stairs - he does try the elevator but it's broken. Can the maybealien manage the stairs, perhaps by sitting on them and pushing up them one at a time with his good leg?