The wilderness here adjoins a road, with a bus trundling one way or the other every five minutes, and a moped or truck less often than that. White chevrons indicate which way each lane of traffic is to go; there's a sidewalk, with a railing, but it doesn't look like it sees much use.
"Yes, I can tell that you don't speak fluent Lozan. Please go to sleep."
"You had not say you believe me more if this doesn't work even though sincere attempt."
"Right. If you don't in fact sleep, you will still be in a state of not having slept for four days. Sleep deprivation is very bad for your ability to keep track of what's true and what isn't, and your ability to make yourself understood. If you do in fact sleep then if you're still confused we can try to help you from there."
". . . . . If there is no person anywhere here who wants or allows that I obtain more good Lozan from them, I will attempt a prescription."
"If you don't have any money you can't pay for language tutoring."
"Is money affordances."
"I have no money. In Creta obtaining is not money and drugs is money?"
"Lornell," says the orderly, glancing at his chart for the name, "as far as I know, Creta does not exist and you made it up by staying awake for four days. Please. Go to sleep."
"But is drugs money, that I have no of."
"No, you do not have to pay us for the hospital stay or the drugs."
"Okay. Drugs and sleep."
The orderly takes off at a run, which isn't very impressive by Lornell's standards but does suggest that he's very concerned Lornell will change his mind before he comes back with the pills.
He's back a couple minutes later with a cup of water to accompany the sleep drugs.
Running is obviously just the natural state of human locomotion but Lorn is still there when he gets back anyways, frowning and doing handstand pushup-jumps. They flip upright upon the orderly's entrance and would like assurance and possibly documentation that a pharmacist was involved, and for him to answer several factual questions about the content of their previous conversation. But if the drugs seem legal and it doesn't look like the orderly was replaced with someone else then yes, Lornell will down the pills.
He can see the pharmacist's thumprint on the bottle label. The orderly is the same guy.
Dark quiet room now, yes?
Lornell makes a heroic effort to lie down and be still, and is pretty fidgety while they wait for it to take effect but ultimately manages to stay in bed. (It is the most comfortable bed they've ever tried, which is interesting but doesn't actually help very much.)
They sleep as much as someone who is legitimately not tired at all can be made to on this dose of this drug.
Theanine doesn't help that much but it'll help keep him calm.
In that case they last less than half an hour. "That did not help at all," they declare upon relocating the orderly, "because I need no sleep yet, but maybe you don't even a little more believe me so what now."
"I can get you something stronger," says the orderly, raising an eyebrow. "Or you can come back when you're ready to sleep. Or you can try longer."
"I will be so so sad if I try longer and I have no knowing of other places here."
"I'm not imprisoning you. You can leave if you want. But this is a hospital and what we have for people who haven't slept in four days are various drugs to help them sleep and quiet dark rooms."
"Where else, that persons - people - will try to help me even a little, with no money? In Creta, anywhere and any person! Here, only you which I know. So more drugs or where is a place or a person like that, please."
"I'll go see what the pharmacist wants to try you on next," sighs the orderly. He goes and gets a stronger sleeping pill.
"Thank you." Lornell takes it and sleeps as much as it lets them.
This one is pretty heavy-duty. He Will Sleep.