"I think she might've deteriorated so badly just because she wasn't able to get herself water? Since that's, like, super dangerous here. And maybe the teleporting thing is bad for you too." It definitely felt like it. "But...yeah. It's really rare that young people get this ill just with the flu, so that's still kind of weird." 

Shannon, spell complete, goes back to patting Sophie's hand and fretting. 

"If you don't need me for anything else," Larisa mutters tightly, "I'm not being useful and I have things to do. Bye." 

Marian is trying to be appropriately polite and grateful to the void for its efforts but she's getting really frustrated! She wants. Freaking. IV. Saline. 0.9%. This is like one of the world's most common IV substances, surely! 

She tried asking for "at least a litre" and instead of giving her anything reasonable, the void gave her a box of 100 of those 50% dextrose syringes. She does not fucking need 5 litres of 50% dextrose. She needs fluids because this girl is dying of dehydration. 

She shoves the box on the nearest empty shelf space - it's getting pretty crowded - and then spends an entire two minutes composing extemporaneous slam poetry about the void's wonderful generosity, and then she very sweetly asks it if she can have Lactated Ringer's. 

It can give her 500ccs of something labeled in Hebrew? Probably Hebrew. It's not like she can read it. 

"Does anyone here read Hebrew," Marian announces to the room at large, "I need to confirm what this fucking mystery fluid is." At worst she will TASTE IT but that is an incredibly deeply unreasonable strategy to need to resort to. 

"Yes. It's Lactated Ringer's."

Marian is going to KISS the void and tell it how much she loves it! ....And then hurry over to hook up more fluids to Sophie. And - maybe she'll break open a couple of syringes of dextrose 50% and push that in too, Sophie hasn't been eating, she probably does have low blood sugar. 

....Oh right she maybe doesn't have to guess. "Uh, Ribo? Any chance you have a spell for checking blood sugar? And, uh, can we check her oxygen sats again, if someone spots you the mana." A very meaningful glare is directed at the New York students, to indicate who Marian expects to do this. 

"I can do that." She puts aside her notebook and pencil and turns to a different page in her little spellbook. She goes and casts two short spells in succession the blood oxygen one with confidence after so much practice. The blood sugar one is a bit less certain but it's similar enough that it doesn't give her trouble. "Blood oxygen is up to 88% blood sugar is low though only .55 grams per liter." She also looks at the New York group.