Once Triela seemed stable enough, Raven teleported herself, Triela, Karla, and Dana to the clinic. The others would have to follow on foot; she couldn't afford to expend more energy to bring anyone else with. As it was, she was already exhausted.
Triela's breathing and hearbeat had both stabilized for the most part. Her eyes were still closed, and she was completely unconscious, but... stable. Her body wasn't in complete shutdown for the moment, at least.
"Raven, lie down. Karla, sit down. Hang on, let me check." Scully motioned over the nurse to help her get Triela comfortable and stable, and started taking her vital signs.
"She looks okay," she reported, taking a breath. "Unconscious, but otherwise, not too bad."
"Don't even," Scully said, voice very calm, "Think of coming over here yet. Sit. Tell me Raven's okay."
She and the nurse were checking though, and slowly her own stress level decreased. "It's too soon to be sure. I need to do tests when she's conscious. But I think this was like a transient ischemic attack." She sighed, and finally looked back at the other two girls. "In plain English, a stroke precursor. Probably because of the transplant difficulties."
"Her body was rejecting the transplants," Karla said absently, while she pried Raven's eyelids open to check her pupils. Her hands were shaking--exhaustion, stress, fear, she wasn't sure. "That's what I sensed, when I was stabilizing her at the park. It's like her whole body convulsed at once and just tried to get rid of everything."
"Crap." Scully leaned against the examination table, watching Triela, mind going a million miles a second. "That dose of medication Mr. Hilshire had might help," she said, thinking aloud. "...for a little while, anyway."
An advantage to being a superhero with a secret identity? Momoko knew some good ways to sneak around people. Which she'd done now, getting past the nurses to find the room Triela was in.
She was probably going to get kicked out soon, though, since she couldn't keep quiet hearing that Karla was hungry.
"You okay?" Momoko asked, rifling through her pockets and finally holding out a selection of snacks, hoping maybe Karla would like something. "Here: not a milkshake, but you totally need to eat something."
"I don't wanna--" Karla bit down on that automatic, less-than-useful complaint. No, she wasn't hungry. Yes, her stomach was rebelling at the thought of food and the idea of chewing made her want to cry. But whining about taking care of herself right now? It was stupid, it was pointless, and it was distinctly not helpful. They already had two patients right now. No reason for recalcitrance to make them add a third.
Instead, Karla glanced over Momoko's selection and grabbed a small package of snack cakes. They looked soft and easy to eat and the sugar would probably help boost her energy for a bit.
"Thanks," she said, and vanished the wrapper because tearing it off seemed like it would take more effort.
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In fact, she looked oddly... relaxed.
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"She looks okay," she reported, taking a breath. "Unconscious, but otherwise, not too bad."
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The room was spinning, and she tried to make it to a chair before she passed out.
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Though she was heading towards Raven, reaching for her wrist--and gripping the back of the chair--to check her pulse.
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She and the nurse were checking though, and slowly her own stress level decreased. "It's too soon to be sure. I need to do tests when she's conscious. But I think this was like a transient ischemic attack." She sighed, and finally looked back at the other two girls. "In plain English, a stroke precursor. Probably because of the transplant difficulties."
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She stumbled a little, her feet feeling like lead and she looked for a place to sit again until Scully needed her again.
"I need a milkshake." She wasn't hungry. But she knew she was supposed to be.
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She was probably going to get kicked out soon, though, since she couldn't keep quiet hearing that Karla was hungry.
"You okay?" Momoko asked, rifling through her pockets and finally holding out a selection of snacks, hoping maybe Karla would like something. "Here: not a milkshake, but you totally need to eat something."
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Instead, Karla glanced over Momoko's selection and grabbed a small package of snack cakes. They looked soft and easy to eat and the sugar would probably help boost her energy for a bit.
"Thanks," she said, and vanished the wrapper because tearing it off seemed like it would take more effort.
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