Leareth...does not even seem able to evaluate the question of whether he can or should trust Marian because Shavri said so, but in hindsight that's as likely to be a personality trait and not necessarily a sign of damage. He's just not a very trusting person.  

:They have a different cleric of Iomedae here: she adds. :Her name is Samora. She has fourth circle spells. We were able to use a spell called 'Restoration' - like Lesser Restoration but stronger - to help reverse a lot of the damage earlier. We'll have another tomorrow morning, in about twelve candlemarks. In the meantime, you're still very badly injured and the damage is slowly worsening, though you shouldn't be in any real danger before tomorrow.:

Pause to give him time to absorb that.

:Samora cast a spell to relieve nausea, but you're going to feel very sick again when it wears off, and probably worse before morning. I'm sorry. They have very good drugs here and they'll do everything they can to keep you comfortable, but it's going to be unpleasant. ...She also cast a shorter-acting spell to help you stay calm. In about fifteen or twenty seconds it's going to wear off and you're probably going to feel the normal and expected amount of scared for - everything that's happened - but I need you to try really, really hard to stay with us, all right? Stay conscious, stay focused, DO NOT GATE OUT. If you're disoriented and panicky enough that you're going to hurt yourself, they can keep you safely unconscious, but I think you'll be better off if you can stay awake and start to orient. Do you understand?: 

That was really a lot of words. 

...Man, it's really hard to even tell how much of this Leareth is meaningfully processing. He's - parsing it as language, which is better than nothing, and managing to snag his thoughts on some of the statements Shavri is making, but most of his reactions are just (calm) befuddlement. Which is fair enough! The situation is weird and confusing! But it doesn't exactly bode well for how Leareth will handle it when he's confused and not forcibly calm. It's all...disconnected, in his thoughts, he's not - putting anything in context with the other pieces - he's reacting, sometimes with thoughts that are actually insightful and reasonable, but he doesn't seem to be able to hold more than one piece at a time, or hold anything for long enough to actually try to make sense of it, and his short-term memory is clearly impaired. She's probably going to have to tell him the same things over and over before any of it sticks, assuming he can even manage to stay calm enough to hear her. 

:Don't Gate. Don't pull any tubes out, they're keeping you alive: Pause. :It's expected that you feel ill. We understand what's wrong and we'll fix it tomorrow.: Pause. :You're going to feel really scared. That's understandable. You were almost murdered but you're going to be okay, I promise we're going to keep you alive and tomorrow will be better.: Pause. :Most important part, DO NOT GATE OUT, let us keep you alive, okay?: 

That was still a lot of words but at least they were in shorter sentences and more of them were repeated. 

Don't Gate. Leareth manages, again with significant effort, to form the thought that it went very badly the last time he Gated somewhere trying to get to safety and - even if this place isn't safe, he's not really able to assess Shavri's claims about that at all - it's safer than being alone. No Gate out. Stay here. 

- and then the spell wears off and Leareth is abruptly experiencing exactly the degree of overwhelming terror one would expect given the circumstances. 

Leareth remembers not to Gate. Gating: bad. Alone: dying. Stay here. Doesn't matter where here is it's safer than dying alone. 

He cannot really hold onto more pieces than that for very long, and it feels like he can't breathe, and after about ten seconds he panics enough to flail for the breathing tube again. 

Oh no poor Leareth! 

Marian intercepts his arm, and then his other arm when he tries with that one, and he stops fighting and just - goes limp - which is almost more upsetting. He's also hyperventilating enough to set off the ventilator alarm, which predictably seems to set him off even more. 

She doesn't speak his language and will have to leave it to Shavri to try to reassure him. 

Well that was fucking predictable.

:You're breathing fine: Shavri tells Leareth. :You're safe, you're not dying right now, we're going to keep you alive. The artifice is helping you breathe, don't fight it.: 

Leareth's heart rate is still rising and he's barely capable of noticing that someone is Mindspeaking him, but he does catch a fragment of it, and the mindvoice is familiar. 

Not dying. Not suffocating. 

Understanding the words does not make Leareth feel any less like he's dying but he does stop fighting the ventilator quite so hard. 

Samora is usually pretty good at comforting scared people but all her tactics involve either a shared language or killing whatever the scary thing is. She settles for hovering nearby with a friendly expression and at an angle where Leareth can see her holy symbol; he's met at least one other Iomedaean so the symbol should be nonzero comforting even if she isn't.

The holy symbol would definitely be reassuring! But only insofar as Leareth can keep him eyes open and manage to focus on small details like that, which is still pretty hard.

He’s getting a little more awake as time passes, though. 

Hmmmm Marian doesn’t super want to go lower on the propofol right now, 10 mcg/kg/min is a level where most people are awake and just slightly less annoyed about being intubated. Maybe he’s on too much fentanyl?? 75 mcg/h isn’t an insane dose but his body might be worse at metabolizing it right now or something. He might do best with a lower set rate, so he doesn’t start accumulating it, and then using the tiny boluses if she has to do anything uncomfortable to him.

“Shavri, how much pain is he in?” she asks.

:He’s not finding it intolerable. He has a high tolerance for pain, I think.:

…And fentanyl might make the nausea worse, once the Remove Sickness wears off. Marian is SO sympathetic to someone finding nausea much worse than just physical pain.

“I’m decreasing it, then, but tell me if the pain gets worse.” Marian bumps it down to 50 mcg/h.

In the background, Dr Harrison can be heard answering the phone, and having an increasingly cranky conversation that, once again, they can only hear one side of. 

"- No, I realize you've gone home, but I need you back. Ideally before 9." It is, now, approaching 8:30 pm. "And you, not a resident." Purring. "It's a tricky case, and you're the best." 

Pause. 

"- Not exactly, no - you're right, the procedure's scheduled for morning. But he'll be more assessable now. - one time use. No, not the one I mentioned in the note, different one-time use intervention that lasts about an hour." Pause. "Controls nausea with no drowsiness or side effects. Look, I'll explain when you arrive. You'll want to hear about this, trust me." 

Pause.

"I'd suggest you look up his admission labs. The blood gas. - yeah! Isn't it wild! No, it's not 'user error', how the fuck would you get a blood gas that wild with 'user error' -" 

Pause. 

"Yes, he should be dead. He's not. We've got a chance to save this guy, really, and you can help. Really. I need a neurologist who can think outside the box sand you're the best." 

Pause. 

"....Nnooo it's not the diabetic re-enactor coyote attack sword lady! Who said that? - Kyerematen said what?" Pause. "Nope. Come in. I'll tell you on site." Pause. "Yes, because it's going to sound insane. Look, I have a top radiology medicine doc flying here from Nashville to see this guy, that's how big a deal this is." Pause. "Rebecca Chen, Vanderbilt, once you're here I can show you the emails." Pause. "No, I'm not. Because I'm not wasting her time! She's going to be so glad she came in and so are you. Just get in the car."

Pause. "- Oh, no, I get it. I'm missing my kid's bedtime too. ...Yours is how old?" Pause. "Ah. Tell me, is she into superheroes?" Pause. "Yes, she's here. Why don't you promise your kid that she'll get to meet a real life superhero lady tomorrow?" 

Awwwww? ...Like, kind of awkward and concerning but also awwwww. 

"Samora, just so you know, I think Dr Harrison is bribing the other brain specialist who he wants to come see Leareth by promising that you'll - meet his daughter tomorrow? She likes -" how the heck to translate the American concept of 'superheroes' into Celestial, "- she's excited about characters in stories who have magical abilities and use them save people, and he miiiight've just promised that you're one of them in real life and she can come meet you tomorrow. I, um, it's cute but I hope you don't mind?" 

"I would love to meet the other doctor's daughter, that sounds delightful. I hope she finds me suitably storylike." Samora is sort of planning to adventure until she dies and never have kids of her own, but kids old enough to have a conversation with are fun.

Awww. Marian had been hoping Samora would feel that way and is glad she was right. 

She watches Leareth, and also the minute hand on the clock.