"Please, a Cretari interpreter?"

"We don't have one of those. I don't know where we'd even get one online, no one here has heard of it and we tried six spellings and didn't get anywhere."

". . . Please a drawing mechanism?"

...yeah sure. Pad of paper, pencil.

They very quickly sketch out and present to their minder:

"Today, before: here, Telerta."  They tap-tap-tap-tap the circled bit.  "Creta."  A gesture at the shaded area.  "And now?  Where."

"You're in Loza at the Sarind Memorial Hospital." He squints at the map. Pulls up one of his own. "Where's your island on here, do you know?"

 - Lorn adds two squiggly horizontal lines across the top and bottom of the page, running across the highest bit of land and matching up with the bottom edge of the shaded area respectively.

"Ice."  Tap in the upper area.  "Ice."  Tap at the lower.  "Surprise world-opposite continents?  Maybe.  I had not ever seen."

"...That's not a real place."

"Yes.  Something very mysterious has been happening at me."

"I'm pretty sure that has something to do with you not having slept for four days. Please go to sleep."

"I am not feeling must-sleep and will be so sad and want that I leave, and am less old than can have drugs for sleep.  - In Creta I am less old than this, but if the needing is less old here I must to remain Cretari.  Is there a small time that will not make me so sad, that I attempt sleep and you believe me a little more, when I do not sleep and remain words-like-this?  Until tomorrow where I sleep more and remain-remain words-like-this and you believe me entire that my mysterious happening is very."

"If you're not going to sleep today there's nothing else we can do for you, there doesn't seem to be anything else wrong with you."

"I attempt sleep now, exit a sleep room when sad of this or when sleep finishes, you believe me a little more?"

"...if you don't sleep then it will continue to be the case that you have not slept in four days, which is very unwise and can cause all kinds of mental effects."

"I attempt so sincere.  I have a mandate to want to move always and be sad when not, but attempt sleep so so sincere.  And if I correct and attempt but can't sleep, maybe you believe me a little more that sleep is not my very mysterious happening?"

"There is no way," says the orderly with very forced patience, "that not sleeping for four days is okay for you. That is not a way people work. If you can't fall asleep with theanine, we can get you something stronger."

"I am less old than it is legal."  (They look to be in their early-mid twenties.)

"In Loza it is legal to take a drug that a pharmacist prescribes you."

"I have not ever leave Creta to know well about citizens acting in other countries' laws."

Sigh. "I have never heard of Creta. In Loza, if a pharmacist prescribes you something, it is legal to take it."

". . . In Creta, it is a way people work that sleep is never needed.  We have good public officials and obtain - or download, pirate, take, copy; I did not find your word - sleep.  Many times I had not my own sleep in four days, five days, weeks.  Most long with no my-own sleep: two months, fine!  No mysterious happening!  Four days?  Not long, very recent.  In Creta."

"My professional recommendation is that you go obtain some sleep in the room we set aside for you. I can't make you, but I don't think we have another way to help you here."

"Where can help me?  A child had say the Four Hills Resort."

"...Four Hills Resort is a vacation facility. You can sleep there if you can afford it but they don't have any medicine to help you sleep better there."

"I have no - uh, uh, affordances?  I don't know that word, I missed it."