Ribo pulls out ear plugs and puts them in.

Ugh, she'll risk it, she doesn't have a free hand.

Shannon tries to keep her voice low, out of politeness. 

This is STRESSFUL. She's never tried casting a spell in a life-or-death situation before! Aaaaaah! 

The void gives her pedialyte AND a NG tube! Good void! 

"...Hey, Sophie? Uh, I'm really sorry about this but I need to put a tube down your nose so we can give you fluids." Sophie does not really seem alert enough to swallow safely, right now.

Currently Sophie is looking at Shannon, as if trying to remember who she is.

Shannon is busy incanting in French and also panicking, but she reaches out to squeeze Sophie's hand. 

Sophie seems to appreciate this!

She is probably going to appreciate having a nasogastric tube shoved into her nose much less! 

Just as the tube is being taped into place and Shannon is finishing her spell, someone else arrives at a run. 

"- You wanted me?" 

Marian, now busy trying to sweet-talk the void into giving her a syringe she can use to splooge Pedialyte down said tube, turns around. 

"- Oh, hey. Thanks for coming. Can you have a look at Sophie and say if it, uh, looks like she got her life-force drained." This is probably VERY not a diplomatic way of asking but she's tracking too many other things right now to worry about that. 

Larisa looks deeply unhappy about this, but nods. "What are her symptoms?" 

"Ask Wen Qing, I'm busy." 

That's presumably the Shanghai girl standing by the dying kid's bedside? 

Larisa sidles up to her. "Hey." 

"High fever, vomiting causing dehydration and shock, delirious, respiratory issues," Wen Qing says quickly.

Ugh, that's so...medical-speak. 

"Do you know how, uh, long it would've been...?" She looks toward the New York kids when she says this, not Wen Qing, who she's definitely SUSPICIOUS OF. 

"She was last seen Thursday, in the presence of a known maleficer; he could've done it then or Friday morning."

Larisa frowns. Looks at Sophie. "...Uh, the - case I know about - the student wouldn't've lasted that long without any treatment, he wasn't even conscious for multiple days. But I suppose she could've been drained less effectively. ...The, um, maleficer under suspicion is a freshman in this case, no?"

She turns back toward Marian, blatantly ignoring Wen Qing. "Is she at all able to communicate with us?" 

Marian is trying to very gently push some Pedialyte down the tube, which she has to take on faith is in the right place since she can't exactly get a fucking X-ray to confirm its placement, can she. (She HATES this place.) 

"...She's pretty out of it but she can talk. One second. - Sophie! Hey. Can you tell us how you're feeling right now?" 

"Bad," she says. "Trying - not to cough?"

"You need to cough sometimes, it'll clear the gunk in your lungs. Does it hurt when you cough?" 

"Can you ask her if she's feeling worse or better now than she was on Friday morning, or, um, whenever she first started feeling bad?" 

Sure, Marian can ask this too, though she's a bit worried two questions at once will just confuse Sophie. 

She starts coughing fervently instead of answering immediately.

"Thought," she says breathlessly after, "thought the tube would - oh. Better... or worse... I can't, I don't... really..."

Oh no what a poor sweet girl, trying to be a conscientious patient even when she's kind of dying. "It's fine! The tube goes to your stomach, not your lungs, coughing might be uncomfortable but it won't knock it out or anything." 

Helpless shrug at Larisa. 

Larisa turns back to the New York students. 

"S'not exactly the same symptoms? She's conscious and talking and seems to understand us - he wouldn't respond to words at all for a week. And the fever and breathing issues weren't symptoms he had, either. It - I guess I could see it, if she was already coming down with the flu and it just hit her like a ton of bricks once she had less life-force to fight it off? This is pretty extreme, right, young healthy kids don't get deathly ill of the flu."