Two people drag a third, a girl who looks on the brink of death, in. The boy's holding her under her shoulders and the girl's holding her feet. 

"You speak English?" the boy asks distractedly of Marian. "Uh, parley vous frances, spreketche deutche -"

Okay for fuck's sake. Seriously????

Marian scrambles up. "Yes - oui je parles francais aussi - I speak English -" the latter was Dutch, maybe? Ish? but she just barely knows enough Dutch to recognize the two words included. "What - oh god - what happened to her - here, get her on the gurney -" 

Bella puts Sophie's bags on the floor next to one of the infirmary cots. "This is Sophie. She might have the flu or have a magical problem."

Sure does look like it! She's very pale, coated in sticky sweat, and very feverish. She looks badly out of it. 

"Do you know which it is?" the boy asks Marian.

Marian hasn't gotten a good look yet but her very quick look is CONCERNING. 

She ignores the boy's questions because how is she supposed to know 

"I - uh - what sort of magical problem? Can you tell me any more history - I, uh, sorry, also can I get someone to go find Wen Qing from Shanghai, she's my apprentice - and also Ribo who's in....uh....she gave me her room number sorry one second -" and she digs frantically in her pockets. 

"Someone might have drained her life force." He freezes up for a second about Shanghai and then realizes that if Shanghai corroborates the diagnosis that's just obviously good and if they seem to be denying it they can cross that bridge when they come to it. 

- New Yorker thinks the Shanghaier is okay, sure. "I can go knock on - Ribo's? - door."

"I -" 

Vanya.

"....Oh. Fuck. I - sorry - I need Wen Qing right now and I - one second - Ribo's room is 225B - she gave me her schedule but it's a weekend, right -?" 

"Yeah, I can check the library if she isn't home." Bella jogs out to go find Ribo.

"- And someone's getting Wen Qing, right - I really need her help right now I can't deal with this by myself -" 

Marian finishes wrestling Sophie onto one of the gurneys and then looks frantically around the room at everyone present. 

New Yorker will yell at someone in the cafeteria to go get a Wen Qing.

Okay. She can do this. 

Focus. 

"Sophie! Hey! Can you hear me? Uh, squeeze my hand if you can hear me...?" 

Is that a handsqueeze or is it a twitch. Not immediately obvious.

Marian is very used to working with delirious weak ICU patients, and she's - pretty sure - that's probably a handsqueeze? Ish? 

....Okay for fuck's sake. At least this is happening AFTER she managed to argue and sweet-talk and coax the void into giving her slightly more stuff. 

"- I'm guessing no, but does literally anyone else here know how to take a blood pressure or put in an IV?" 

.....Apparently not. Which is honestly unsurprising but also. Fuck. Marian is NOT used to dealing with critically ill patients in this kind of incredibly-insufficiently facilities and with zero backup, if she'd wanted to do that with her life she'd have become a...paramedic, or one of those insane medical people who flies around in disaster response helicopters, or something. 

Focus. 

"- Sophie," she says, in the calmest voice she can manage. "I'm going to put in an IV, okay?" 

She has exactly one bag of saline (from the hospital she was kidnapped from) and one bag of IV tubing, which the void kindly gave her earlier when she was asking it very nicely in hopes of getting supplies stocked. It's labeled in Russian-or-something but at least it has the same kind of luer-lock tip as the IV supplies that are, also, borrowed-or-stolen-or-something from the Montfort Hospital. 

....She does not have a rubber tourniquet because she is an idiot. Gah. Probably her hair elastic will sort of do? - Now her hair is everywhere, but she can maybe attempt to find some veins on Sophie? 

Finding veins on incredibly dehydrated people is the WORST. 

Okay maybe that's a vein? She's going to gamble on it. 

"I'm sorry, Sophie, this is going to poke -" 

Where's Wen Qing she needs some HELP in here. 

Wen Qing runs in. "What happened? What do you need me for?"

"This is Sophie, they -" vague gesture at the New York students whose names she doesn't know, "- just brought her in. She's - critically ill, in shock - they're not sure if it's a normal illness or if a - the thing that happened to–" fuck right patient confidentiality, "- uh, if a maleficer half drained her life force? I don't know how I'm supposed to tell! Do you have spells for treating fever or dehydration?" 

"I have a spell but the patients hate it-- it makes them incredibly cold--"

"....Yeah, I bet. I don't think she's in any shape to mind it. Please do that right now." 

Okay for fuck's sake there HAS to be a vein there - 

Sophie makes a deeply unhappy sound.

She mutters something beautiful, almost songlike, in a language that Marian doesn't know.

"Would one of Lan Xichen's the calming spells help, I know a couple-- one of the non-physiological ones, we don't need to do more to her body now--"

"- I'm sorry!" Marian mutters to Sophie, simultaneously pinning her arm down firmly using one elbow so she can't squirm and ruin the IV that Marian is pretty sure she almost has. "....Sorry, what? - Oh, yeah, that's not a bad idea. If you're sure you have one that doesn't have physiological effects."