Serena enters the room after her long shift, smiling to her partner as she kisses the woman tenderly. "Roxanna wanted to meet with you lot about treatment options." She glances toward Marcus, "I'll stay here...and eat. I'm rather peckish. The two of you go ahead...fill me in after the fact."

Marcus stands, "Are you sure, Serena? I'd want you included as well." He means it too. Marcus has always respected the woman, since before she and his ex-wife were an item, "I know Char would agree."

She pauses, touched by his offer, nodding a little after. She feels Bernie take her hand as they step away to the office space down a very short hall to the specialist. "Roxanna, go ahead."

Roxanna MacMillan glances between the three people in front of her, motioning them to sit. Impressed when Marcus lets Bernie and Serena have the seats, "tomorrow morning, I'd like to conduct some tests on brain activity." She nods, "I'd like for you all to...prepare yourselves for results that may not be...what we wish for them to be."

Bernie grips her girlfriend's hand tighter, her eyes sprinkling with tears, but she keeps herself upright. Putting on a facade of strength even though she feels herself crumbling internally. "What if we wait a couple more days? She only just had surgery the day before last and...I don't want to rush things."

"It wouldn't be rushing if it's the inevitable, Bern." Marcus mumbles a little, shaking his head. This is not what he wanted to hear. Not in the least. He wants his daughter to thrive, but wouldn't dare keep her suffering because he's too selfish to let her die.

Serena glances toward an empty spot on the woman's desk, it was all happening again. All of it. A tremble begins to spread about her body, knowing Bernie is able to feel it. "Just...just wait, Roxy. Please."

Roxanna had a feeling this is how they would react. No parent wants to experience losing a child and Serena would be feeling it twice over if this were the case. "I understand, but this does not imply removing her from the ventilator. We just need to see what we're working with." She swallows, "You're all surgeons. You all know there may possibly be complications. I simply want you all to prepare yourselves for them. So far, I haven't noticed much of a real change to her obvs. Which is, actually, a good thing. No fever, means no infection."

Bernie continues to internalize her emotions, "Cameron needs to know."

"I'll take care of it." Marcus nods, arms folded as he paces a little.

"I am, however, incredibly optimistic because of the lack of a fever. Means we've all done our jobs quite well...Fletch has done his job quite well." Roxanna offers a reassuring half smile, "I can hold it off for a couple more days, but I just want to have a better idea of what we're working with as a whole. For instance, do we try waking her? Do we let her alone for the brain to heal a bit more? Do we begin passive physio in order to reduce atrophy?"

Frieda Petrenko lifts her head, noticing the parents through the window of Ms. MacMillan's office until she hears the alarms going off from the room containing the patient they were no doubt consulting over. She jogs toward it, noticing Fletch see it as well. "This is not what I want today." She mumbles to herself as she pushes open the door.

Cameron Dunn is attempting to get out of his bed, groaning loudly from pain as he does so. He lifts his head, "I told them before, she keeps opening her eyes." He yelps again, falling back onto the bed.

"Alright, mate, let's just calm down. You're no good to her like this." Fletch places a hand on the younger man's shoulder, "Besides, you've an indwelling catheter and multiple drain ports, so moving too much isn't doing you any favors."

The raven haired doctor nears her friend's bed, knowing this is part of the job, but not actually wanting to see her friend in this way. "Charlie, it is me. I'm just going to do your obs while I'm in here."

"Please, please, Char. Just do it again." Cam calls toward his sister, tears forming in his eyes.

Fletch sighs a little, seeing the anguish of the young man he worked with at one time. "Cam, I need you to get back up into bed. While Dr. Petrenko is tending to Charlie, I'll do your obs as well." He quickly makes eye contact with Frieda across the room, "I'm going to get you something to help you relax a bit."

Frieda nods toward the nurse, an unspoken word between them to get the young patient doctor a tranquilizer. That would probably be the only way to calm him enough for her liking. She focuses back onto Charlotte, picking her head up a little when she sees the violet haired young woman staring at her with open eyes. "Duzhe dobre." She whispers to herself before giving a better understood, "Hello."

"Yes." Cameron grins broadly, watching the interaction.

"You gave everyone a big scare, but I'm glad you're okay." Her eyes glisten ever so slightly with sheer relief, until she realizes the young woman's eyes aren't moving. Everything is fine though, this isn't too terrible, just a side effect. Focus seizure. Not like the young woman had not had one in the past. This just feels bitter sweet.

Fletch straightens up a bit, nodding to Cam, "Sorry we ever doubted you, mate."

"It's alright." Cam pushes a hand through his hair. "Charlie, I'm here. Dad, Mum, and Serena are talking with Ms. MacMillan. They didn't leave. They wouldn't."

"Alright, I still need you to calm down a bit. We don't want you popping a stitch." The nurse shakes his head, slowly reattaching the things his young patient had removed or accidentally dislodged. "Right now, though it may seem silly to ya, I'm more concerned with all this you have going on. Charlie is...situated. You're not, and you're no good to her like that."

His former coworker makes sense, causing him to nod a little. "I...I didn't expect her to wake up."

"None of us did." Fletch answers honestly, taking notes of the young man's levels, "I'll do your output in a second. Stay in bed for me, though."

Frieda nears the young man's bed, "Frontal seizure, but that doesn't mean she's not opening them regularly anyway. They were focused on me for a few seconds. I'll let Ms. MacMillan know. It's...actually a good thing. Means she's still aware." She pauses, "Also means you aren't as crazy as everyone thinks." She turns, seeing the young woman blink, "See? Already finished with it."

Cameron attempts to look past them, "Charlie, we're in hospital." His tone less frantic, growing more calm, "Both of us patients." A quick spike in her pulse, but he sees it on her monitor, "Yeah, I'm fine. Joined a mafioso. You should see the other guy." A couple more quick spikes, "She can hear me. You see that?"

The raven haired doctor turns, watching what he was referring to, "Of course she can. We did surgery on her brain, not on her ears." Another spike, "I'm just imagining some sarcastic thing coming from her mouth." She finds herself laughing a bit when the young woman slowly and carefully flips her the bird while her hand rests against the mattress.