Sage nodded when Anya mentioned she'd get it all out whenever the drawings were done. "Maris gathering some paper and supplies and such today I think," he noted. "Hopefully I'll have it done within a few days," he added, nodding when she mentioned doing both of them. "If we catch one it might make it easier to get the other," he pointed out with a shrug. Something dark flickered over his face as he noted blood starting to pool on the floor. He carefully tucked his feet up on the bed, not giving much indication anything was wrong. "We need to get this under control," he noted softly.

Anya nodded slightly, pressing her lips together. "The quicker the better. With any hope they haven't moved on too much just yet," she muttered, shaking her head. They did have to move fast with all of this... the longer they waited, the further these people would have gotten. That was the last thing they needed, or wanted. She nodded again, moving to stand as she heard Mari wandering in. "I need to see to the others still here - let them know I care," she noted, offering him a little nod before turning off.

Sage just grunted in agreement. "Once I get paper and stuff I'll start them," he promised. He wasn't sure how long he'd last, but he'd do it as quickly as he could. This really was important. He nodded when Anya noted she had to visit the others, offering her a small smile. "Yeah," he noted, reaching over to pay her hand, that was resting on the side of his bed now. "Thanks for checking in," he added softly. It did mean a lot....even if it was only for a few minutes.

Anya gave a slight nod after a few moments before waving him off, very clearly not noticing the blood that had started to pool on the floor. She waved slightly to Mari as she wandered out, and the woman offered a sheepish smile in return before walking into Sages room, although stood dead still for a solid two moments when she clocked it. She sort of rushed over, her brows pinching tightly together as she put the tray down. "What happened?!" she squeaked, looking over him like a mad man, at least attempting to find out herself.

Sage sort of blinked over at Mari, shaking his head. "I jerked awake from a dream and fell off the bed," he noted, waving her concern down. "I'm fine....the doctor patched me up," he added softly. He wasn't sure how much blood was on the floor....some of it was real, but a good chunk of it was his imagination. The stuff dripping from the ceiling and coming through the cracks to slowly overtake the room definitely wasn't his. He didn't think he even had that much blood in his body. Oh well. He'd survive. He'd been seeing things like this ever since the initial attack.

Mari stared at him for a moment, shaking her head quickly and sort of shifting the covers to make sure he'd actually been patched up. Something in her didn't quite trust him to be honest with her. Seeing that it was all okay, though, she let out a breath and sat down on the edge of the bed tiredly. "We need to get you baby rails or something to stop you from hurting yourself," she mused gently, her brows pinching tightly together. It had some merit though. He couldn't keep hurting himself.

Sage just let her peer around, knowing she'd do it even if he argued, and if he argued he'd probably just hurt himself more. Besides, if it made her feel better....well, he didn't have any problems with that. Her comment pulled a chuckle from his lips though, and he shrugged softly, though winced when his body protested. Even with pain meds, moving his back too much hurt. "I'll be fine," he noted. "It was just bad luck that I woke up and went that direction and got tangled in the covers." He leaned against her lightly when she sat down, just sagging against her tiredly. "When you get a chance, find some paper and a pen or pencil," he added sleepily.

Mari shook her head, that semi-permanent look of worry spread wide across her face. She really did hate this. She felt awful for him, and he looked like he was in pain. "It's more than bad luck," she murmured, patting his side when he went to lean against her before sort of shifting to clear the blood off the floor, eventually sitting on the end of the bed, nodding softly when he asked for paper. "There's some on the tray," she mumbled softly.

Sage knew Mari was worried, and she probably had a right to be. He probably should be a bit worried about himself too. Mostly, he was just worried about the house. The impact this could have on all them. "Ok, so it was shitty timing then," he noted, shaking his head slightly. "I'm ok, Mari, really. The doctor checked me out again," he noted in a softer tone. He nodded when she said there was paper on the tray though, and moved to grab it, alongside a pencil.

Mari pursed her lips at him after a moment, then shook her head slowly. "Sage, look at yourself. You're not okay. This isn't okay," she whispered, her hands sort of raking through her own hair. He wasn't telling her... something. She didn't know what, but you didn't just fling yourself out of bed for no reason. Her brows furrowed and her chest just seemed to pull at her, all of it really just... well, it made her feel woozy. It felt like she was strapped to a pin cushions awaiting the inevitable, like the nausea of it all would over power her at any second. It was hard... and this wasn't helping. She watched him draw for about a minute before just getting up and leaving. She wasn't sure why or what she was leaving for, but she just couldn't be around him if she wasn't helping at least.