He looks terrible, but at least he's still talking? 

Nellie's eyes are itching with tiredness; she instinctively tries to rub them on her shoulder, and succeeds only at smushing her face visor into herself. 

"- Sorry, but I need you to stay awake now. Someone's coming to t-t-talk -" she fails to contain her yawn, but remembers that Ma'ar is reading her thoughts anyway, so she just thinks the rest at him, as clearly as she can. To talk to you. Public health department guy. Wants proof you're telepathic. Before he quarantines the whole city just in case. 

:Oh: That does seem important. :I...will try: 

Thinking back at him loudly is easier than talking; she's getting the hang of it. :Also I need to put these pads on your chest, sorry, it'll be a bit cold: He seems REALLY groggy and Nellie herself is exhausted; she's not going to try to explain what it's for unless he asks. 

Stay awake stay awake stayawakestayawakestayawake - 

:Why?: Ma'ar manages. It's probably not a reason that will make him happy at all, but it seems responsible to know and it's a distraction to help him with the project of staying awake. 

Oh damn. She hopes he's not going to freak out, that sounds exhausting to deal with and Nellie is really not at her best in terms of calming bedside manner. :Um, your heart is misbehaving a bit and we're getting this ready just as a precaution - we don't really expect to need it, but if your heart does flip into a bad rhythm that doesn't pump blood, we'll be able to shock you with electricity - I don't know if your world has that, it's like controlled lightning - and get it beating normally again: 

:Does that usually work: 

:More often than not, if we get to you fast? Which we would, you're never going to be left alone in here until we're sure you're doing better. And we can keep trying if it doesn't work on the first time: 

:Thank you: 

Ma'ar stares at the blurry ceiling. The lights send a pulsing pain through his head, but this is if anything also helpful for staying AWAKE. He keeps trying to think if there's anything he should be planning through right now, but finishing thoughts is hard. 

:- Also the doctor is thinking about whether it's a good idea to put the breathing tube back in: Nellie adds.

Ma'ar mulls on this. 

:It was not comfortable. But - breathing is tiring: 

Nellie's nose is so itchy and she can't scratch it. Gah. 

:That's good to know. I can sit you up a bit more, it might help: 

Which also sounds very tiring, but Ma'ar doesn't raise any objection. 

Nellie paces in a three-step circle and glowers at the monitor.

Ma'ar does another couple of V-tach runs - three beats, five beats. Nellie swears loudly each time, and makes sure he's still conscious. He doesn't seem to notice the brief arrhythmias, though he's looking increasingly short of breath. 

And then, mercifully, thankfully, Albert from Public Health is there, coming down the hallway, hurriedly gowning and gloving and masking himself up to come into the room. 

Marian is going to take the opportunity to swap back in as well. She's chugged her coffee and gotten herself a jug of water to hide, and poor Nellie looks dead on her feet. 

"Ma'ar. Hey. Hanging in there?" 

Ma'ar looks tense and focused and is clearly struggling to breathe. His eyes turn toward her, though. 

"I'm sorry we have to keep you awake. You can sleep after this, I promise. But this is -" 

Pause. 

"- I'm sorry, what's your name?" 

"Albert Vortoga. From Public Health." He smiles, tensely, and mostly invisible behind his N95 mask. "You can call me Bert." 

"He wants to ask you some questions." To Bert, "...uh, is it okay with you if he reads your mind? He doesn't actually speak English or French." 

"I would expect not, if he's really from another world! And, yes, sure. I'll try not to think about anyone else's confidential info." 

"Thank you. Ma'ar, uh, are you up for doing the telepathy thing? - Bert, you should touch him, it makes it easier for him." She already has her gloved hand around Ma'ar's. 

He can try. It's not coming through especially coherently, but - 

:Questions?: 

Bert, to his credit, doesn't jump or even twitch, and the surprise-confusion-aaaaaaaaaaaah is kept tightly confined in his thoughts. 

"...Ummmm. Mostly I - wanted to see the telepathy for myself. I'm, uh...going to think of a number, and see if you can tell which number, to confirm it -?" 

He thinks SEVEN very loudly. 

Ma'ar is finding it incredibly hard to focus, but he manages to skim the man's surface thoughts. 

:Seven: 

Ow. His head hurts. 

Marian squeezes Ma'ar's hand in an attempt at reassurance. 

"Albert, uh, do you need anything else from him super-urgently? I think it's pretty tiring for him to talk to us, right now."