Ella was unable to keep her eyes on Sage as they headed to the infirmary, instead looked down at the ground in sadness. The infirmary itself was rather full, with different people seemingly from the village itself groaning and lying down. She was surprised at the place being almost full with the public, but didn't have any intention on treating them with indifference, her priority right now was Sage. Or at least that's what she thought. As he was passed to a nurse, the man that had been carrying him stopped her in her tracks, dragging her aside from the large open doors, muttering something about 'you can't be seen' No matter how much Ella protested, she wasn't allowed in. Meanwhile, the nurses inside did everything they could with Sage, taking the knife out and placing a cloth over the wound, disinfecting it with plants as they believed would work, and leaving him to rest.

Sage wasn't aware of much....actually, he wasn't aware of anything at all until his eyes fluttered open sometime the next day. It seemed to be early morning...most of the patients were still asleep. His vision was still sort of blurry, and he felt absolutely awful, but he could see well enough to slowly figure out where he was at. He could see an iv and bag of blood connected to his wrist and arm, but that was it. The bed he was on didn't even have any blankets, and there was a burlap sack shoved under his head rather than a pillow. Another glance to the bags connected to him proved that they were empty, and because no doctors had done anything more for him than save his life, he sort of scowled and moved to slide out of the bed. It hurt like hell, but it already hurt enough for sweat to break out on his hair line, and he wasn't going to get any pain meds or anything if he hadn't already. And...he didn't trust any of these people. He wanted to go back to Ella. So he slid out of the doctor's ward after grabbing some needles, thread, and cloth, figuring the stitches would open up at some point or the other. It seemed like an eternity, and a very very painful one at that, before he reached Ella's room and slid in quietly, not wanting to wake her, but he was admittedly pretty exhausted and clumbsy and had to hang on the door as he opened and closed it, and then promptly his legs gave out from under him and he sat down rather hard with a sort of grunt, too tired to even see if he'd woken her, or if she was even awake.

Ella had migrated back to her room after about an hour of waiting outside the infirmary, waiting to see if she was going to be allowed in, or any news on Sage. But of course, neither of those happened and so she traipsed back to her room, constantly wiping back the tears that fell. From then on all she could do was lie there and just simply stare at the ceiling, thinking about Sage. She knew he mattered to her, she cared for him quite some bit, but she never knew she cared this much about him. It was a scary feeling. Soon enough though, Ella drifted off to sleep after washing and changing, doing her best to distract herself with other thoughts so she didn't fall asleep crying and end up waking up with puffy eyes. Her eyes fluttered open as she heard a faint scrambling sound, and in her state decided on it being an intruder, though before she was able to actually pick up any type of weapon someone sat down rather hard next to her. To her delight, it was Sage. "Are you okay? Are you supposed to be out?" she asked, unable to look him in the eye as she spoke.

Sage sort of blinked when he heard her voice, squinting over at her, attempting to take whatever she was saying in so he could actually respond. He shrugged and took a moment to catch his breath enough to wheeze out a "yea" and then offered her a sheepish grin and shook his head no. "They were doing as much as they'd be doing with me here," he explained after a moment of catching his breath a bit more and the pain fading slighlty as he sat still. He was on the floor, but still. "At least here I have an actual pillow and sheets," he added. He really was freezing...that was probably the blood loss talking, but he didn't care too much. "And I don't trust a doctor who's done the same thing everyone else does to me in the past," he added, then took his hands off his gut and reached out with a pained grunt. "Help me on the bed," he asked rather shyly. He was completely exhausted though, so by the time they managed to get him onto his side of the bed, not even the horrible pain could keep him awake, and he fell back asleep immediately. Which he was honestly thankful about...it didn't hurt so much this way.

Ella listened to Sage as he spoke, careful not to say a word until he had finished. She helped him on the bed as he asked, watching as he seemed to wince in pain. What had happened really had seemed to take it out of her, and her usual somewhat confident aura dropped, meaning she pretty much let her guard down completely. "Well i'll let you rest. I'm sorry, Sage" she whispered quietly, though it looked like he had already drifted off by the time she was able to get her words out. She spent a good half an hour or so just..looking at the wound from a distance, making sure he was still breathing. But eventually tiredness took over her and she drifted back off to sleep.

Sage had woke up back up after a while with a groan, having to force himself to shift slightly, desperately trying find a more comfortable position. It wasn't really possible, he soon figured out, given the fact that he hadn't been given any pain meds or anything, so he sort of just focused on taking some deep breaths and trying to ignore it all and go back to sleep. Ella was still resting, and he certainly didn't want to wake her. He didn't want to worry her either....but soon enough he started to get really cold, and he glanced over at his pile, wishing he could go get a shirt. He wasn't sure where his messed up one was, not that it was really wearable anymore. He did wonder if shed noticed all the other scars he bore....and if she cared. He sighed slightly, wishing his brain would shut up and let him rest rather than worrying.

Nothing managed to stir Ella that night, she had been exhausted from the events of the day. Well, nothing apart from a loud-ish groan. Her eyes fluttered open at the sound, and she refused to move for a good ten or so seconds before managing to adjust her eyes to the darkness, looking out at the curtain slightly. It was still dark outside, but you could tell the day was coming in soon. Strangely she couldn't hear any commotion, see anyone rushing about..she had always thought things like that lasted for days. She turned to Sage after a little bit, rubbing her eye gently. "are you okay?" she asked quietly.

Sage glanced over at Ella when she spoke up, huffing out a slight breath and moving to wipe the sweat off his face that had accumulated there. He gave her a faint smile, trying to not scare her. "Hurts like hell, but I'll manage," he hummed after a moment, closing his eyes again tiredly. It was really all he could do....sleep. He probably hadn't helped things running off back here, but he was still nervous about it all, and he just felt safer with her, in the room he was most comfortable in, away from people that had hurt him. He couldn't trust the doctor....he'd been one of his worst tormentors at one point. Which wasn't good, knowing he'd been out cold for at least a night and most of the next day with him there. And everyone else. At least here he was safe. He was desperately thirsty too ...but could he drink? Was that safe with the wound?

Ella's tired expression turned to that of a heavy solemn look as Sage spoke, and she looked down at the wound, ignoring the various scars on his body for now. Though they'd known each other for a while and grown close she had never wanted to actually ask about the scars, it seemed so..personal. And definitely hard for her to understand. "Do you know where any painkillers are? If it's safe I can get you some" she offered quietly, though she was slightly scared to leave. She looked him in the eye, inhaling to speak again to fill the silence. "And can I get you..anything else? I doubt i'll get back to sleep now so i might aswell" she spoke, her tone so soft it might as well have dissolved.

Sage shook his head slightly on response to her comment. "Nope," he mused. "And as far as I can tell, the doctor hadn't given any to me before either," he noted with a shrug. He didn't know if it was safe either, but he'd take it if he could get it, so he wasn't going to bring that up now. He shook his head with a sighs in response to her other comment, wincing slightly at the movement. "Maybe another blanket," he reconsidered after a moment. He was pretty cold. "One that won't snag on the stitches."