Sage pretty much slept for the rest of the day, and by nightfall he was still in a sort of feverish sleep. Charlotte had fallen asleep again, curled up next to him, and without the constant coolness of the fabric on his head, he heated up again. It seemed like his fever was only getting worse, and when he woke up briefly in the middle of the night, he most definitely would have thrown up if there had been anything in his stomach. So much for eating and drinking...no way was he going to try anything. There was a sharp pain in his side and stomach now, too, but he didn't have the energy to see if there was any internal bleeding or anything. So, he just curled up with a kind of groan, closing his eyes as his head spin and the world swirled around him. The doctor would make his rounds in the morning...he could do what he needed to then. If there was anything the man could do...he didn't know what was wrong so sage wasn't sure what could be done. He supposed he just had to trust the man's judgement. though, he wasn't sure if Charlotte was going to wake up surrounded by a cold corpse come morning. It would be just his luck to survive a battle and get killed off by a cold. Though, he doubted this was simply a cold.

Anya managed to get herself back to sleep after about an hour, though it wasn't comfortable, not at all. She was either too hot and sweating buckets or freezing and shivering away. The next time she woke up again, she found herself sprinting to the bathroom, hands over her mouth as the awful watery feeling of being sick filled her mouth. She barely made it to the bathroom and tied her hair back before she found everything she'd eaten that day coming back up. It wasn't exactly a pretty sight but throwing up never was. Anya was one of those odd people to cried when they were sick, so tears were rolling down her face as she sat there. The girl was sat on the bathroom floor for a little while, sniffling away before flushing the toilet and going to wash her face. The girl cursed herself, then Sage for giving her whatever he'd had, then got changed into something a little lighter and went back to bed, but she didn't quite get to sleep... she was more just curled up in bed, shaking away as tears still rolled down her cheeks. God, she was going to be in awful shape in the morning.

Sage ended up waking Charlotte up the way he tossed and turned in his sleep, so the girl yawned and crawled back into her own bed after putting a cool cloth on Sage's head. It wasn't much, but it was something. And she couldn't sleep with him wriggling around feverishly. He was all hot now, not just his face. They were both still asleep when the doctor started to make his morning rounds, and by then the cloth had fallen to the floor, as had the blankets, from Sage's constant moving around. The boy was curled up in the center of the bed, shivering and sweating and his breathing was harsh and jerky now, too.

When the doctor came around the corner, he had another bowl of cool water and a cup of iced water for Sage. The man had eventually come to the decision that it was probably pneumonia... it could spread, so that was probably what Anya had gotten ill from, too. Though, he did have to say that he was concerned about Sage's current state... he didn't expect him to get better soon, not while his immune system was battling so much, but he hadn't expected him to get so much worse. The best he could do was dose the boy up in meds and keep him cool, but if he was shaking the way he was then he'd never cool down. He sighed and made Sage his first stop of the day, sitting down in the chair next to him with the same meds from the day before... though, he might have to change them up a bit. "Morning," he murmured, knowing full well he wasn't going to get much of a response. The man grabbed another flannel and dunked it in the cool water, ringing it out before putting it on the boy's forehead again.

Sage barely acknowledged the doctor's voice, and he didn't open his eyes or make any effort to respond. His face tensed up slightly the boom of the doctors voice, but that was about it. He knew whatever was happening wasn't just a mild anything, though it could be just because he was, admittedly, not the healthiest person the doctor had ever seen. Even without having been shot, he had ongoing issues from the slums... deficiencies, old injuries, a whatever else his body had decided to throw at him. Sage did relax slightly at the touch of the cool cloth on his face, though it wasn't much. And, well, he was still freezing. He hoped Anya was faring better than he was....though, she was healthier and her immune system could focus on the illness, while his couldn't. If he was being honest, something like this could very well be what killed him, even if Anya got the same thing and was over it in a few days.

The man really didn't have a clue what to do... maybe get some fluids in him, try and keep him cool, but it wasn't really... enough. It might just be a case of waiting a few days and hoping for the best. The best is that the boy didn't die. The poor thing had been so close the death a couple of times over the last few days... this could very well finish him off. But as long as he was still responding to him, even if it was wincing at his voice or groaning in the complaint... it meant he was still conscious and functioning, at least.

Sage kind of drifted off again as the doctor sat there thinking. He'd responded at first, and then once the doctor's voice had stopped, he kind of just let himself wander off in his own little world in his mind. That was kind of what he'd been doing...drifting off in and out of awareness. He knew the doctor was doing what he could...Sage could very well have an illness from the slums that the doctor had never seen before, or maybe his immune system was just dead enough that a risky illness was making him this sick. He didn't put too much thought into it, as his head was already pounding and swirling to begin with. Really, it was all he could do to keep breathing as of right then.

The man sat there for a solid ten minutes before offering the boy something for his head. He couldn't make everything he was feeling go away, but if he could at least take a bit of pain away then he might be able to deal with it all a bit better. He suppose he

could put him under some sort of anaesthetic, but then he'd have no way of making sure the boy was still responsive. Before the boy drifted off again, he did give him some more pain killers, doses him up a little and forced some water down him, but for now the most he could do was keep him comfortable. When Charlotte crawled back onto the bed, the doctor shook his head and pointed back to the girls own bed. "This could be infectious," he warned gently, "you don't need to be ill, too. If that happens who's gonna keep him company?" The man hummed before drawing the curtain around his bed... if it didn't get better, well, Charlotte didn't need to see a cold corpse when she looked over at him. He did briefly wonder about going to see Anya, but if she was asleep and resting, and no one had come to get him, then she was surely fine.

Sage pretty much just let the doctor do as he pleased, allowing the man to force some water and pills down his throat before turning his face away from the man. He never opened his eyes....turning away required all the energy he had. He heard the man shoo Charlotte back to her own bed, which he supposed was a good thing. He didn't want to get the girl sick, she needed to heal. He did hear the doctor pull the curtain around his bed closed, which he had to admit was a good thing...if he did end up dying this way Charlotte wouldn't come over to a body instead of, well, him. That would definitely traumatize the girl, and she already had no idea where her parents were. Either way, he didn't care what ended up happening to him, especially now that Charlotte wasn't going to wake up next to a corpse. He supposed dying here would be better than dying in the slums, though really it didn't matter.