"Test her nasopharynx? That's where we swab for flu tests in the hospital, if she's sick it should have a pretty high viral concentration– Sophie! Deep breaths!" Whyyyyyy didn't she prioritize getting O2 sat monitoring right away, she feels BLIND and DEAF without any monitoring this is the worst. "- Actually if you can do a diagnostic for blood oxygenation that would be really good to know!" 

She turns to the New York kids hovering. "One of you needs to spot Ribo some mana, okay?" Calmly and sweetly, like she's talking to that one ER doctor who only communicates in shouting. 

Ribo flips through her book again and mutters a spell. "Blood oxygenation is 86%"

"Sophie, I need you to breathe for me, okay? In and out-- should I try calm-and-focused and maybe she can focus on the breathing--"

"...Yeah. Worth a try. That's - it's not critically low but it's not doing her body any favors. There's no chance that you have a spell for, uh, concentrating oxygen in the air?" Frantic look around the room at the other kids. "Is that an alchemy thing? Can one of you try to get a spellbook from the void right now that might have a spell for doing that? ....Also, you over there, come here and hold this IV bag and squeeze it." 

Bella comes over and holds the IV bag and squeezes it.

She mutters the spell under her breath and then says, "Sophie, focus on your breathing. Can you do that for me?"

She can certainly try!

"Did someone give Ribo more mana. I need her to cast the flu diagnostic spell ASAP. And - who's on finding out if anyone's got a spell to give Sophie oxygen, I want someone on that - you, you're on that -" 

Okay. Patient is...as stabilized as she's likely to get in the next two minutes. Admission basics are not done because Marian still has no idea what's going on. 

She turns to the oldest-looking of the New York kids hovering and glaring at Wen Qing. "All right. Now would be a good time to explain what's going on. Why do you think someone might've maleficed her?" 

"Just to confirm nasopharynx is the back of the nose right? I don't always remember the English words for these things."

"Yeah, that. Right before the nasal passages link up in the back of your throat." 

Wen Qing gives mana to Ribo because SOMEONE here has her priorities in order.

Wen Qing is great and Marian is so incredibly grateful to have her as an apprentice!

"How much mana does the oxygenation spell take - I want followups every five minutes, if you can handle that, and Wen Qing you should check blood pressure and heart rate and resp rate every couple of minutes and chart that for me okay?" 

And she goes back to waiting impatiently for one of the incredibly obnoxious New Yorkers to inform her of what the fuck. 

"Thanks," she reviews the page from earlier and then mutters another spell. "The load of influenza viruses is 500x what I would expect. With the amount Wen Qing just gave me I should be able to cast blood oxygenation ten times."

"We were investigating a maleficer who's been stalking our freshmen. The kid being a maleficer isn't in doubt, he's admitted it, though he said he might stop in here. One of the people we interviewed mentioned that the maleficer had been friendly with Sophie here on a supply run, and that they'd tried to warn Sophie the kid was dangerous but to no avail. Then they realized mid-interview they hadn't seen Sophie since that supply run. We tried as quickly as possible to find her room, broke down the door, and found her there on the brink of death."

"- Oh. Shit. Was she, uh, lucid enough to ask about it, earlier...?" 

"She was delirious but she seemed to recognize his name and said no, he's her friend, she's just sick - which is something, and we obviously passed that along, but, uh, it's not definitive, he would've needed her consent to pull from her so he might well have been nice to her."

And in a low voice, "the maleficer is associated with Shanghai. I don't think your Shanghai friend would hurt the patient but - we'd rather observe, right, so we can testify that that didn't happen..."

"So she - might not have realized that was what was happening? Is there, uh, any documentation on what having malia drained from you feels like?"

There's someone she could theoretically ask but sending someone to find them is arguably a breach of medical ethics so she'll try other avenues first. 

"There's probably documentation somewhere but I don't know myself - I know there are sneaky artifacts that take just a little bit when you use them, and that's not noticeable - if he did it, I'd expect he meant to take just a little but was inexperienced and drained her too far."

"Would the artifact be on her - have you searched her or her room for it? I - sorry, I know - I realize it's important that you get a diagnosis on this but it's never, uh, come up for me before in the hospital. Obviously. So I'm...yeah, not sure if running any tests now could distinguish whether it was that making the flu hit her so hard, or - making her too weak to get up and drink water, I think the worst thing wrong with her is dehydration." 

And to Sophie, "- hey. Look at me a moment? Good. Is there anyone you want here with you? Friends, siblings, someone from your enclave?" 

"Her room has an extremely magical set of clothes that she agreed to make him, we don't really know if that could be a maleficing anchor or not, probably not one that a freshman could do alone. Nothing else but he could've taken it with him once she collapsed."

"Could he have gone in and out? Was her door locked?" 

Sophie's eyes come into focus at Marian's question, but it takes her a few seconds of coughing before she can rasp "...no enclave. No... no friends. I - want to - tell him. Sorry."

"It's okay, this isn't your fault, you haven't done anything wrong," Marian finds herself saying, half-automatic. "I - you want to tell who? The kid who you made the magic clothes for? What - I don't think it's a good idea to have him come here." 

"Got him in trouble," Sophie insists. She's squinting like, if she had more water in her body, she'd be crying.

Poor thing! Marian feels so bad about this! It's deeply offensive to all of her thoroughly-engrained ICU nurse instincts for a patient to be alone and scared in a hospital.

(A shitty awful hospital with hardly any supplies or equipment, staffed by one barely-not-a-new-grad nurse and one medical apprentice with two entire shifts and most of Gray's Anatomy to work with. She feels like she's failing the school and the students and poor Sophie. She owes them better, she should have - tried harder, gotten herself prepared for this faster - she'd thought she had time, Wen Qing said the magic death monsters wouldn't get really bad for weeks...) 

"You didn't get him in trouble," she says, as soothingly as she can manage. "We just need to find out whether he hurt you or not, and if he didn't hurt you then he won't be in trouble. - Right?" This last question is addressed to the New York students.