Samora cannot imagine the Inheritor, when She was human, hesitating over this sort of thing. She nods stiffly and uncrosses her ankles.

Yeah, okay, but she’s clearly not actually comfortable with it and just wants the catheter out more than she wants a dude who looks like someone’s creepy uncle touching her bits. 

Fraser holds up a hand in a “wait” gesture. Maybe he can get Lisa to go poll the unit and find out who can draw, he bets one of the residents would take up that challenge - 

- or he could just cheat. “Lisa! If you’re not going to come in here, can you get me a new Foley tray?”

     …Lisa is not sure how this solves his problem but sure.

Well, see, he can bring it in and open it up, inflate the balloon, and then show the patient the balloon and how to screw the luer lock syringe onto the port and deflate it. And can she practice with the example catheter where he can see it, before he lets her at the one in her bladder while he has his back turned? 

(This is probably “wasting medical supplies” or something but it’s not like the unit stock budget is his problem.)

She tries pulling on the tube while he isn't looking and it doesn't want to come out, and as soon as he comes back with the demonstration one it's obvious why. She figures out how it works (with a bit of fumbling because she's not very familiar with the concept of things that screw into other things) and competently removes the other one from inside herself as soon as he turns around again. And smiles at him when he looks back, because it's almost certain none of this was his fault and he was a gentleman about it and now that she's wearing pants again she can acknowledge that.

There, awkwardness averted! 

…He should check her glucose again, he’s pretty sure it’s fine or she’d look worse but it’s been way more than five minutes. Also what’s her BP, can he go down on the norepi some more?

Her glucose is totally fine! Also her BP is still on the high side of normal, though some of that may be from the awkwardness of the last couple minutes. Her wound drains are starting to accumulate slime again. 

She introduces herself via pointing again; she isn't sure if Marian gave him her name but it's the easiest way to ask for his.

(Slime contained in drains is fine! He’s not looking forward to the smell when he has to empty them, but so far it’s not yet making things worse than the baseline stink permeating the room, which his nose has almost gotten used to.

Also, whatever the reason for her BP being high, he's going to sneak the norepinephrine dose down.)

Oh right that’s a thing. Marian totally didn’t introduce them by name and, again, Fraser intends to never let her know she forgot. He points at himself. “Fraser.”

It's a pleasure to meet him but she wishes it was under better circumstances. Heh. She's pretty sure the last time she actually said that to someone they were a ghost.

She draws another picture--her belt and belt pouch and boots and sword and shield--and shows it to him while putting a hand to her forehead and peering around in a "where is it" gesture. 

Fraser has no idea but he can have a poke around the room and look in the obvious places! 

It doesn't take that long to find the drawer where Marian shoved all the stuff that actually followed her from the ER. About three-quarters of it is neatly organized in biohazard baggies and the rest is awkwardly wrapped up in a disposable incontinence pad and stuffed in on top. No sign of a sword or shield but Fraser brings over what he could find, minus the bagged up bundle of clothes, which look pretty disgustingly saturated in blood and in any case weren’t in the drawing-list of requests.

He puts the rest on the bedside table and slides it to where she can reach, then points at the sword and shield, shrugs and makes an “I’m not sure” face, and the points at the door and makes a “talking” gesture in front of his mouth, which will hopefully convey that he’ll try to find out.

(It’s probably “against hospital policy” or something to let a patient have a sword in their room? But it does sound like a good idea to find out where the hell it ended up, which Marian didn’t mention, and also who knows, maybe no one ever bothered making a policy since it doesn’t exactly come up often. Also Fraser doesn’t actually work here as a long-term employee and does appreciate the leeway this gives him to ignore policies and pretend he had no idea they were standard.)

That's honestly better than she was expecting! Though she's going to be so sad if she doesn't find her sword again eventually and has to tell her father she lost it. She sets about getting everything back where it belongs, starting with the cloak because it'll help her get over the dungeon fever faster.

Fraser sticks his head out the door again. "Liiiiisa!" 

Lisa is busy, actually! She's in the room with one of her patients in Pod Two. 

- right, Fraser is trapped in the horrible iso room, fine. She'll come over. "Yeah, what?" 

"My patient came in with a sword - and a shield, I think? - and I don't know where they ended up. I bet they're still in the ER. Can you call and check?" 

Why did Fraser's patient have a sword. What the actual fuck. 

"Uh, yeah, sure. - in a minute, kinda busy with a thing." 

Fine, Lisa has two patients and it's pretty valid that she's busy. "Okay, just let me know." Fraser turns back to Samora. 

Samora gets her belt, cloak, boots, and breastplate back on and starts putting everything else back in the bag. It is definitely more stuff than could reasonably be expected to fit in an ordinary bag that size.

She's thinking about the dagger in her boot, and whether she should inform Fraser she has it. Argument for: he might not have noticed it in there, and she's an armed adventurer and he's an unarmed civilian and she's misleading him about something important if she doesn't tell him she has it. Argument against: she's worried that communicating "I have a knife", in this place where nobody even wears the normal kind of knife you use for eating, will be taken as a threat even if she does it in pictures. (The possibility of these people being the kind of people she needs a hidden advantage against is clearly ridiculous at this point.) She needs to draw "I have a knife and have no intention of harming anyone who doesn't attack me first" all in one go.

Fraser turns around and - 

- okay wow he was not expecting her to immediately start putting everything back on including her...armor...? (He hadn't actually been super sure what that item was when he was moving everything over to the bedside table.) It's not technically putting pressure on her abdominal dressings, and Marian had apparently just decided against trying to keep the ECG leads on her so it's not in the way of that either, so...maybe that's fine? It's nonstandard but that's not illegal and if Marian's back she's not going to be weird about it.

....also, uh, that bag is not. Behaving like a normal bag. 

Whatever. Maybe it's some sort of optical illusion? If he has an opportunity to stick his hand in it he might take that up, but he's not going to be rude about it. 

She's not sure exactly what Fraser thinks is weird, and it's not a priority anyway. At least this isn't her party's other bag of holding.

Once that's done she goes back to drawing--and then abruptly stops and flips the paper over, because she failed to realize all the implications of deciding Fraser is trustworthy. A little while later she makes the same "where" gesture as previously and shows a sketch of two people: one short and slight, with an overlarge head and pointy ears; the other tall and very skinny and wearing more armor than Samora. (She's not expecting him to recognize them at all, but it would be foolish to waste a spell slot on a Sending only to find they were somewhere else in this very large building.)

…Wow, he has no idea! Except for how one of them looks like a House-Elf but, like, he was actually joking about the whole Harry Potter spells thing? 

Fraser shrugs and shakes his head. He has questions (for Marian, though mostly for lack of anyone else who might even plausibly know the answers). He doesn’t have any answers for Samora about where her…friends?…have ended up.

That's alright, it was a long shot. Back to her previous drawing!

Samora with her boots drawn exaggeratedly large, and a dagger near one boot with an arrow pointing from the dagger to the boot. Drawing of Samora holding the dagger in the general vicinity of Fraser, very firmly X'd out. Drawing of Samora holding the dagger in the vicinity of a very large wolf. Friendly smile?

…Fraser has Marian’s cell number and would be be really tempted to send a photo of this drawing to her and ask her to use her entire five hours’ worth of context on the patient to interpret it. He’s not going to because, one, Marian clearly needed her time off desperately, and two, he doesn’t usually take his cell phone onto the unit with him and, in fact, it’s still in his backpack in the break room.

Lateral thinking…

Right. Clearly she’s saying she has a knife in her boot and fought a - wolf? some kind of large doggish animal? - with it, but…doesn’t want to attack anyone else with it?? Seems obvious, given how she would get herself into so much trouble if she tried to knife any of the ICU staff. Also, right, they said her injuries looked like an animal attack… 

Whatever. It doesn’t make perfect sense but she can have a knife with her if she wants. Fraser nods ands shrugs and smiles at her.

Excellent. She wouldn't have been very surprised to get some variant of "this is a temple and you're not supposed to bring weapons in here." 

And that's pretty much it for things she wants to communicate right now? She's going to get comfortable in this bed and leak horrible slime and think about things and wait for dawn or for something else to happen.

Fraser is going to apologetically check her blood sugar one more time and, given that it's still on the higher end of fine, make a mental decision that he's not checking it again until the next time he has to wake her up for something or other. The blood pressure is set to cycle every 15 minutes and he'll keep weaning the norepinephrine down if it continues to be high, and hopefully wean her off it entirely?

...He's pretty sure he can wean her off it entirely, given how the Harry Potter wizard curse messing her up seems to have worn off and he's honestly not sure how much he means that as a metaphor. 

Anyway, he's glad she seems to be feeling chill about her entire sucky situation, and he's going to apologetically hover until her blood pressure is fine off pressors - he's not actually surprised at all when this happens twenty minutes later - and then dim the lights in case she wants to get some sleep, wave and smile, and de-gown and wash his hands really thoroughly and duck out. 

Emma, the night shift charge nurse, is at the monitor bank by the nursing station. She rounds on him.

     "Fraser, what the fuck did your patient stick her fucking sword in." 

Fraser blinks at her, and does not say out loud that this sounds like the leadup to a bizarre sex joke. "...Uh, did I miss something?" 

     "Your patient. Had a sword. Which is covered in horrible slime." 

"- Checks out, I guess? Where is it?" 

     Emma scowls. "Well, now it's in Pathology. While the ER clerk tries to track down all the people who might've touched it, since it's definitely a biohazard." 

That does not sound hopeful for Samora getting her sword back, which, well, it was a long shot either way. "How about a shield, was there one of those? She's asking for her stuff back." 

     Emma flings her arms in the air. "Fraser, what the hell, I cannot believe that's your priority here." 

"I mean, I can't blame her, it's got to be really expensive. ...Or a family heirloom, or maybe she made it in, like, one of those Ren Faire places. Either way it'd be special, right?" 

     Emma looks very, very tired. "Fine. Whatever. It might also be a biohazard but so's her entire room so whatever. Call the ER, I think it's still there." 

Great! Fraser is going to sit down at the desk outside room 104 and do that. 

Meanwhile, at the nursing station, one of the on-call residents is peering curiously at a piece of paper. "Huh, that's a sick alignment chart, cool."

     Lisa glances over absently. "A what? ...I need an order for stool softeners for 105, by the way." 

"Sure, colace once a day. - It's a tabletop thing."

     "Can we do Miralax actually? - and yeah I saw it's on the table, that doesn't help." 

"Tabletop gaming!" This is the voice of someone who is delighted to have an opportunity to explain. "Like, Dungeons and Dragons. Your character can be Lawful or Chaotic and Good or Evil - or neutral, that's the middle ones - so you end up with a three-by-three grid like this."

     "Ohhhh. Like the sandwich meme!" 

"I can't believe how many people know the sandwich meme and don't know it's from D&D! Whose is this, it looks like they're planning a game -" 

     Shrug. "I think it's there from day shift." 

One of the other residents comes over. "Amir, where in the world do you find time to play D&D?" 

     "I don't much but if someone's planning a game I want to hear about it! - did you see 109's labs, I'm trying to decide if he can tolerate a dose of Lasix -"

Lisa is now fiddling with the paper. "Sorry, now I'm curious, can you explain why it's got all the little drawings?" 

     "I think it's keeping track of all the players' characters and the monsters they're going to fight - and allies, maybe, that's a lot of Lawful Good characters - anyway yeah in high school I played a barbarian who was illiterate and my character sheet was all drawings -" 

Fraser is just getting off the phone with Pathology after sweet-talking them into uploading a photo of the sword to Samora's chart, which seems like a much easier way to convey to Samora that they have it and it's safe (and also she can't have it back yet because it's a slimy biohazard) than trying to solve this problem by drawing. He makes a mental note that apparently someone can draw and he should ask Dr Chadha if he needs a high quality drawing of something later. 

(He wonders briefly if Marian is the day shifter responsible for the artifact currently delighting Dr Chadha. ...Probably not, she seems like the sort of person who would be into tabletop gaming if she had, like, hobbies, but as far as he's aware she doesn't so much have hobbies unless "calling the unit at 6 am asking if they need her for overtime" counts, and also it would be pretty weird to plan a D&D campaign in a city you're only in for three to six months.) 

How does Samora look?