Charlotte pouted slightly but trusted the doctor's judgment. "Because he's hot," he she huffed. "And won't do anything, he's been sleeping for hours." She knew the boy had to be tired, she was tired too, but not like that. And he'd been alarmingly hot.. she knew what fevers were but when she'd gotten them it wasn't that bad. Charlotte slid down from the chair she was in and crossed her arms. "Come check," she ordered, not really thinking about anything but how hot her new best friend was. She didn't know what to do but she wanted to help.

The man sighed but stood up and followed the girl through. Though not before pouring a small bowl of cool water and throwing a flannel in there first... he's hoped that a lukewarm bath would do something, and help regulate his temperature a bit, but obviously, he was wrong about that. He'd expected him to heat up again, just not so soon. "Alright then," he hummed before wandering around the corner and pulling a chair over to the side of the boy's bed. "You wanna wake him?" he asked the girl as he rang the cold clough out before folding it and laying it on the boy's forehead. He was sure it was just the fever getting a bit worse... but it had to get better before it'd gotten worse. He'd just have to make sure no infection had managed to get into his wounds. His work the day prior had been fast, and admittedly a bit careless, so once the boy was up again he'd have a look at that.

Charlotte gave the doctor a look, being told not to wake him up two minutes prior and now the doctor was saying to wake him up. But, she huffed and nudged sage, and when he just patted her arm gently and sunk beneath the covers she scowled and punched his arm. Sage groaned and looked over at Charlotte, about to ask what she wanted when he saw the doctor there and understanding flickered in his eyes, though they were kind of glazed.

The doctor was well aware that he'd just said to leave him be, but he needed to make sure the boy actually could wake up... he would have let him sleep if he wasn't burning up or being difficult. If he was going to be looking at his wounds too, he didn't want the boy to randomly wake up and freak out about it. It did seem likely that sort of thing would end up happening. He gave a slight smile when the boy woke up, though he didn't look right. That was foreseeable. He was ill, and no one looks right when there sick. "Morning," he joked. It was only really late afternoon - but he could joke. "How're you feeling? Any better?" He knew the answer to that one - but still, it was polite to ask.

Sage was well enough to realize the doctor was joking though the light hurt his head so he hugged out a breath and flopped his arm over his eyes. "you're the doctor you tell me," he grumbled. He wasn't really trying to be rude...he just didn't feel good and wasn't very pleased with being woken up just so the doctor could throw some jokes at him. The doctor's voice seemed to boom in his head, which definitely didn't help the situation. But he supposed the doctor had a reason for waking him up, so he was trying to grit his teeth a be nice and follow along with what the doctor said.

The man gave a type of sigh and rolled her eyes. Well, his grumpy answer told him what he needed to know - that he most definitely wasn't feeling alright. His head probably hurt too, so he decided to keep his voice down a little more "You don't look better," he scoffed. The man didn't even bother taking the boy's temperature... he was boiling, but now the worry that crossed his mind was whether it was a cold-type fever or something to do with an infection. Oh well. "Sit up and open your shirt," he grumbled before slipping away to get some dressing for the bullet wounds. It would help keep things a bit clearer. There wasn't much he could do if it was an infection, but the puffing would help keep things clear even if it wasn't, and he could put some antibiotic lotion on there to be safe. When he returned, he had something for his head and a pile of bandaids and dressing. It'd be a little tricky to keep everything on there, but he'd figure it out. He poked around a little, and everything with his wounds seemed fine, but he treated them anyway and bandaged them up before handing him a glass of water and aspirin for his head, but not before having a little chuckle at the mark on the boy's neck. This whole thing was a little annoying to the man. He couldn't put the fever down to anything other than a nasty cold at this point, but it was a bit... worse than a cold. Maybe pneumonia? but he wasn't coughing, so it couldn't be quite to that extent.

Sage huffed out a breath but decided not to argue with the man as he poked around and threw pills at his head. He knew the guy was only trying to help, but he just wasn't up to anything, and wanted to go back to bed. He'd be fine, probably, and it wasn't like he was out in the streets. He did notice the doctors little laugh about the bite mark...which made him blush a bit, though his face was already flushed from the fever so the doctor probably had no idea it was happening. He sighed and took the aspirin, then gave the doctor a tired look...even just sitting up and letting the doctor poke around had exhausted him again. "Are you done," he half groaned, though he was still trying his best to be polite to the guy. Charlotte had gotten herself busy playing with her teddy, so she'd be fine if he slept more. He wasn't sure what Anya was doing, probably resting, and he briefly wondered what Luther and the queen were up too...mostly he was worried about Charlottes parents. Where were they? Ugh, too much was running around in his head.

After a little while, the man nodded his head. There wasn't much he could do... his medicine wasn't advanced enough just yet. "I suppose so," he shrugged. "Remember to drink plenty... and don't let yourself get so hot. There's a bowl of cold water here, so you can dunk that flannel in it whenever you feel like it," he shrugged. He did briefly think about going to see Anya, but if she needed him someone would find him. "Try not to sleep too much, though. Rest is good, but too much isn't." The man wandered off again, back towards his little corner. If Charlotte needed anything, she'd call too... he did hope to get news back about her parents, but so far, the guards weren't even getting a lead. It wasn't a good sign... not at all. But they could wait a couple of days before concluding... then they could talk to Charlotte, and make sure she understood what was going on.

Sage huffed and nodded before curling back up under the blanket. Charlotte was entertained and she'd be fine. The doctor hadn't specified what was too much sleep, so he'd sleep all he wanted to and if the doctor wanted him to wake up he'd wake him up. That or Charlotte would just punch awake again. He fell asleep again pretty much as soon as his head hit the pillow, like he'd never even woke up. He was out cold....well, out hot he supposed, because of the fever. Either way, he was out. And he wasn't planning on waking up anytime soon. After about half an hour, Charlotte wandered over and got the flannel wet again and put it on his forehead, and played close by, occasionally getting the fabric cold again. It didn't do much though...he boy was still hot, face flushed and sweaty.

Anya seemed to get to sleep as soon as her head hit the pillow... which was odd, because her room was rather... chaotic, and still, and it was stressing her out a little when she'd first entered. When she woke up again, her head hurt, like it was spinning and whenever she moved she just wanted to throw up... it was an awful feeling, to say the least. The light coming through the window made her head ache worse, but she couldn't muster up the energy to get up and close the blinds. It was odd... how quickly this had come about. She felt fine in the morning, and it wasn't until a few hours ago she started feeling like... this. She felt vile and sickly, and it most certainly wasn't pleasant. What was worse, though, was when she started to feel a wave of cool air brush over her skin and suddenly, she was shivering like a leaf. She only realized what the cold air was when Luther sat on the side of the bed, gently placing an arm on her shoulder, "Anya," he hummed quietly like he was trying to wake her up. She was already awake, and his voice felt like it was scratching her brain with a blunt needle. "You not feeling well?" Anya shooker her head and just shifted a little, curling up an little more so her head was on his lap as she got comfortable, her arms around his waist, "I'm gonna die," she complained dramatically, turning her head ever so slightly to face him. He cocked his head at the girl a little, a slight chuckle escaping her. "You look like it. Go to sleep," he murmured, shifting her off him and repositioning her so that she was a little more comfortable. The movement just made her feel wose... like a migrane, almost. "I've been asleep," she sighed, though latched onto her pillow and hugging it like a bear. Luther shrugged and slipped the blanket over her. "Your mother told me to tell you to get some food... shall I tell her you're not up for it?" Anya just nodded, and settled in again trying to get back to sleep, but really just sitting there uncomfortably.