:Some of them are magic:

:Are they going to be dangerous to touch or anything?: 

:I should ask Leareth, actually: She sticks her head in the room. "Love, is anything you had on you trapped or is it safe for Marian to go get it?"

He lights up, and starts to lean forward before grimacing and changing his mind. "She knows where my talismans are! ...Hmm. We did not hear about any trouble when the healers who took me in removed them, no?" 

"No, but you're you so I thought I should be very sure about how aggressive your anti-theft precautions might be."

"- I think if there was going to be a problem, it would have been when somebody tried to remove them from my body? My guess is that the ones with offensive precautions are fully drained or damaged." He thinks for a moment. "It would still be safer for her to avoid touching them directly, if possible. I would go with her, except..." Gesture at his current, very wired-into-place state. 

"Right. Do you know about Nayoki's stuff or should I ask her separately?"

"I think she is less paranoid than I am on this front, but you ought probably ask her." 

So she goes and checks with Nayoki too.

"It should not be a problem! Though not touching them with bare skin would be a sensible precaution." 

So she goes and tells Marian that neither mage thinks their stuff is actively trapped, but just to be safe she might want to wear gloves.

She can do that! 

She spends a minute glaring at the slowly-dying coma patient's monitor readings, before shrugging and asking Elaine to watch her patients for her. 

"Sure, but you owe me help with a dressing change after." Elaine jerks her chin at the gunshot-wound patient in 115. 

Leg Lifts Lady is at it again with her leg lifts, crotch visible to the world - or, at least, the fellow inhabitants of their pod, most of whom are in no state to care. 

Rude. Belrun heads back into Leareth's room to go back to work on him.

Marian is back twenty minutes later, hauling two cinch-necked plastic bags. She delivers one to Nayoki and then brings Leareth's over. 

:Sorry! I had to look all over for it. Uh, and...I think all your clothes in here are kind of wet and gross? I decided not to shove my hands in since the magic artifacts might be dangerous: 

:The clothes aren't important, just the artifacts, and he's not in a condition to work on them right this second anyway:

Marian nods, and finds a corner of the room to plop the bag in. 

Next door, 114's family is reciting some sort of prayer together.

Marian looks around, then shoves a pile of towels out of the way and hefts herself up to sit on the counter by the sink. She sighs heavily. :It's going to be a long afternoon for them, I think. It's...hard, with people who were healthy before. I'm amazed how long some patients can just hang out with a blood pressure of 40/20: 

She shakes her head. Swipes at her eyes. :It's - I don't even believe in God, you know, and I'm pretty sure he's not in a better place - he's not anywhere, anymore, he's not anyone, just...: Helpless shrug. :But I'm - still grateful they have something to hold onto:

...Marian seems to belatedly realize that she's rambling at her patient, and looks embarrassed and self-conscious. :Sorry: 

Leareth is staring at her. 

Belrun squeezes Leareth's hand. "Not sure how to field that one, honestly," she tells him.

"...She seems well-educated," Leareth says faintly. "I - predict she would be aware of what is known by their scholars - and even if they are wrong, if it is - possible to be a clever well-read person and believe there are no gods here - then the gods cannot be very meddlesome. Which...changes things... It seems quite important to know, if this is true!" 

"I suppose that's true, I can - probe about it in a general way, except she's so busy..."

"She seems less busy today, but I am still hesitant to distract her during her shift." 

Marian swings her legs. 

:Anyway!: she thinks brightly at them. :I got permission from Dr Millinger to get you sitting up on the side of the bed! Uh, if you're feeling up for trying that. It'll help with your lungs and getting all that gunk out, so we can wean down your oxygen: 

If Leareth feels up for that Belrun will help adjust his position!

Getting Leareth sitting up is a significant production! First Marian has to move all his remaining tubes and wires and machines to one side of the bed, and arrange them so that there’s enough slack and she and Belrun can make sure nothing pulls. Then she cranks the head of the bed up, and coaxes Leareth to shuffle his legs and feet toward the side of the bed. Then she supports him from one side, his arm over her shoulder, with Belrun on the other side, and they swing him around until he’s sitting perched on the side of the bed with his legs dangling.