We'd normally dial down the settings gradually and watch your blood oxygen levels on the monitor. Normally we aim for above 90%, and we check blood CO2 levels as well - that's, uh, the waste gas you breathe out, if your lungs aren't able to get rid of enough of it then it accumulates and makes you sleepy and groggy. I can talk to the respiratory therapist once I'm back.

...Uh, I don't 100% know when the doctor is planning to let me go back, he sort of just told me to stay in a room over here and left. I assume he was worried that I might be hallucinating the telepathy with you and not safe around patients, and wants to - finish confirming things about you? 

That makes sense. I have no specific reason to believe retrieving my gear is urgent, I just frequently operate in contexts where it is very ill-advised to be unarmed and unequipped. Can you tell me more about your world? Do most people die? What do they die of? Do you have any form of collective organization at a larger scale than hospitals?

WHAT a set of questions. Marian spends a couple of seconds trying to parse whether the last question in fact means "do governments exist on this planet", and not "are hospitals the basic unit of social organization" which would be a bizarre and hilarious way for a society to work. 

Yeah, everyone dies eventually, we don't, like, have a way to make people immortal. I think in the US - the country we're in now - most people die of illnesses related to aging? Sometimes people die younger of specific illnesses or accidents. Uh, we have countries with governments, and the US is divided into states that have state governments. ...I have no idea if there's, like, a standard process we're supposed to use to tell someone that our patient is an alien. This has not really come up as part of my job before. Also it sounds complicated and messy and like an enormous headache that she would sort of rather keep ignoring. 

Are there rules governing the behavior of visiting aliens? I am in fact human, as are all my ancestors I have specific knowledge of. There are also many planets inhabited by intelligent nonhuman species that seem like a closer match for the word you're using but I have not met very many of them, I've been pretty busy. 

...I have no idea, but we didn't know before now that there were actually other worlds with people on them, so they would be sort of hypothetical rules. I guess I've been thinking of you as an alien because your physiology isn't very humanlike, but that's because of the legendary hero thing and not what species you are? 

Yes. I was born an ordinary human to ordinary human parents and was no faster to recover from injuries or harder to kill than other humans until the god Aroden sponsored me as one of his  -

The telepathy is having a bit of a time doing conceptual translation here -

oathbound warrior priests. That was forty years ago and I have become harder to kill in that time.

This is a spectacularly surreal conversation to be having on so many levels. We don't have, uh, oathbound warrior priests here. Or gods who give people legendary hero powers. We also don't have the ability to do - most of the things you described your items doing. I guess we can do some of it with technology–

There are footsteps in the hallway. Marian breaks off. - sorry, one second, someone's coming. She sticks her head out. 

Dr Keenes is strolling down the hall toward her, rubbing his damp hair with a bath towel. Iomedae's necklace is dangling from his wrist. "Well. That was interesting." 

"- All right, all right, you can go back and fuss over your patient again, I know what you're like." 

Is that literally the entirety of the conversation they're going to have about it????? 

"Uh. She wants her stuff back and I think a lot of it's in the OR." 

Dr Keenes waves a hand. "I'll make the resident get it. Get on back there and try not to make a terrible impression on the visiting superhero." 

Marian is - honestly per usual, for a conversation with Dr Keenes - left very unsure how she's supposed to respond to that.

"....Yeah. Okay. Uh, she was asking if we could try weaning the BiPAP settings, she's super impatient to get dressed so she's harder to murder by evil gods or something, is that okay...?" Wow, Marian sure did just say that sentence out loud with her actual mouth. Mortifying. 

Shrug. "Go bother the respiratory therapist about it if you must." 

Great. Marian is just going to scuttle back over to the ICU before this interaction has a chance to get even worse. 

Dr Keenes is sending me back over, she tells Iomedae over the telepathy. He says he's going to send the resident - the younger doctor in training, he was in the room too - to go get your stuff from the OR. 

Thank you! I think I'm feeling a little better and I would bet I can breathe independently.

That would be spectacularly impressive. Marian makes to the room at a jog and stops at the foot of Iomedae's bed, her eyes flashing quickly from her patient to the screens and back. How does she look? What are her vital signs like? 

She in fact looks a lot better. Her burns are mostly bandaged, so it's not like her skin is directly observable regrowing, but she's less tense, no longer involuntarily shaking. Heart rate is at eighty, blood pressure is barely elevated, oxygen saturation is 97.

This is a happy Marian!!! ...She does not do a literal happy dance, that would be undignified and Dr Keenes would judge her for failing to impress aliens legendary heroes empowered by gods from other worlds. 

Yeah, you look better. I'm going to, uh, go find the respiratory therapist to try adjusting settings, but I'll get you the rest of your things first. - sorry, I was going to try to wash the cloak and shirt out for you but I have not really had any downtime. 

The baggie on the counter has Iomedae's necklace-amulets that she was wearing when she arrived, her headband, and her rings. The cloak and shirt are wadded up beside it, and the arm-armor removed in the ER is in the bag that Marian retrieved the gauntlet from. She sweeps a bunch of gauze wrappers and other detritus off the bedside table into the trash, loads it up, and wheels it over to Iomedae. 

Iomedae will put the headband on first - that's the one that's worth more than some kingdoms, and she really misses it - and then will put the utterly disgusting clothes back on over her horrendous burns with only a bit of a grimace. She really hates being unequipped. 

The headband immediately makes obvious some questions she should have asked. Do travellers from other worlds show up here often?

If Marian were in the room at that moment, she might either object to the putting-on-clothes or at least try to help and make sure Iomedae does not get tangled in her IV tubing and monitor wires, but she's instead in the hall sticking her head into every room to try to find the respiratory therapist. 

No! As far as I'm aware it's literally never happened before! ...I guess it's, like, not impossible there's a government department that knows about visitors from other worlds and keeps it secret. But I think that'd be pretty hard - you showed up in a random place, a lot of people saw - so probably not. 

Does this country and state have an accessible list of laws to which travellers are subject?

Marian is slightly distracted by the fact that her colleague Marlene's patient seems to have just pooped and now Marlene has spotted her and is waving for help and Marian is trying to indicate that no actually she is busy right this second. 

Uhhh. The US isn't known for having the least complicated laws ever but most of them you don't have to worry about breaking by accident if you're minding your own business in a hospital? Uh, the obvious ones are that it's illegal to murder anyone or assault anyone or steal people's stuff. Oh, and it's probably super illegal for you to get paid for doing any labor here. Marian is PERHAPS SLIGHTLY BITTER about US visa law. 

...that sounds pretty inconvenient for many things but most immediately for repaying this hospital for my care here. Is that how other countries work also? Can I secure a loan of local currency?

Oh shit. Marian is NOT qualified to give advice on this. How much can three hours in the ICU cost anyway probably way more than is at all reasonable. 

I don't know. I don't think you have to sort it out, like, today? ...Do you have any way of getting back to your world, uh, it seems like probably either you do and can get - something to sell or something - there, (or...not come back...in which case it's not MARIAN'S problem that the hospital won't get paid), or you'll be here for a while and there'll be plenty of time to figure it out.