Sage noticed the doctor stop in briefly, and grab the bucket, so at least he knew what was going on, even if he himself didn't. That was, admittedly, a slight comfort to him, even if he didn't know the doctor super well. The man had attended to him multiple times, after all. He wasn't sure what the doctor was planning to do, but he just had to trust the man. It was really all he could do...he was quite literally unable to do anything but lay there. He was the doctor, and hopefully, he could figure out something to do, whether it was help him or just load him up with painkillers and hope for the best. Which by now, the best was looking like dying. He wanted to make sure charlotte was fine, of course, but the future wasn't looking too great as of right then.

The man soon returned, this time with a tray full of every medicine imaginable. He was just planning on drugging the boy up and hoping something would work. There were a couple of pills if he could take them, but the rest were just in a shot. There was blood in whatever the boy had coughed up, so there was some sort of internal bleeding going on... probably from the stomach, something was maybe ruptured from the bullet wound. But the boy wasn't fit enough to go under surgery right then, so the most he could do was give him something to help his body fix it. He did need to help the boy, though. Anya wanted him, well, alive, and Charlotte had been asking for him too. The man put a needle in his arm for the pain, and another with some sort of steroid to help his breathing. It'd strengthen his lungs and keep him going, he hoped. He needed to get the boy into a clean bed, too. Sitting in his blood and spewing wouldn't help. But that was more of a two-person job, so he called for a guard and shifted him to another bed, still behind the curtain before drawing another one a little so that he was hidden away again. He called for someone to clean up whatever Sage had left behind... he didn't need anyone walking past once he drew the curtains back and feaking out about it.

Sage was dimly aware of when the doctor returned, and noticed the needles, even if he didn't really feel anything. Though, the pain did dull down a few moments after the shot...whatever the doctor had given him was strong. He was thankful for it, though now that he felt practically nothing he wasn't sure about the few things he had previously known. But...he could also breathe better, and he was in a clean bed, so he ended up falling asleep for a while while he had some peace. Being carried around didn't even hurt...he felt like he was kind of floating, and while he was still shivering he didn't feel cold. It was nice, though he couldn't say he was all that comfortable with feeling nothing. But, it was nice to pass out peacefully.

The doctor wandered off again, probably to go sleep in his chair. He was probably exhausted, and Anya did feel for him, especially while he was sick. But she shrugged it off and got comfortable again. It was quiet for a while... at least until late evening, which was when Luther showed up. He had a small smile on his face and finally seemed a little more relaxed. "You look better," he chirped, to which Anya just shook her head and tried a small smile. "Yeah. I'm not throwing my guts up anymore." Luther did playfully wrinkle his nose before going to sit down next to her, to which Anya then pulled him down so he didn't get much choice other than to settle down next to her. The boy let out a type of laugh, which then attracted Charlotte over, and she curled up next to him. The girl was just seeking out any kind of human comfort at this point... Which was fine, but Anya just wasn't an overly huge fan of being pinned down by an eight-year-old. Luther could deal with it. Anya gave a type of chuckle and scooted over slightly so that there was more space for the three of them. "Sage isn't doing amazing though, I don't think. I miss him, the doctor won't let me say hey, but I keep hearing him throwing up everywhere..." the girl trailed off with a slight sigh, and Luther let out the same breathy sigh. "He always gets better sooner or later," he hummed with a pout. Anya nodded in agreement before getting comfortable. "I'm surprised he's not dead yet. He keeps on getting himself hurt or in trouble or sick or - something any normal human would be dead." The boy chuckled, to which Anya could only smile awkwardly. It was true, though. The boy should have been dead, and it really was a wonder that he wasn't.

Sage pretty much just slept for a while...most of the day really. Once whatever stuff the doctor had given him started to wear off, he woke up with a kind of quiet groan. He wished this stuff would last a bit longer, though he had to admit that feeling a bit of pain was fine, since it let him know he was still alive. Which, if he was being honest, wasn't necessarily a good thing as of right then. That didn't mean he was going to give up...he was going to see this through and kick death in the crotch again. Maybe if the doctor gave him enough boosters he could operate if he really needed to, but the man was sick, so really Sage wanted to let him rest. A healthy doctor was a good doctor. Not that he wasn't good while he was sick, but still. He could make out Anya and Luther talking, though it still sounded like he was under water.

Anya poked the boy in the side, to which Luther just giggled like a child... though, Charlotte did thump him in the stomach for the movement, which only made him chuckle again. "He'll be fine," Anya hummed, repeating Luther's previous words. She almost tried to convince herself he was right. What scared her the most was that she knew didn't care if he lived or not... he never really had, she didn't think. And she didn't know if he was fighting to live or just kind of letting himself wither away, running on fumes. It almost felt like a heavy weight on her chest, not really knowing if she'd get to see him... well, alright again. Eventually, the three on the bed dozed off, but at some point, Luther slipped away again and left them all there... when morning came again, the girl didn't quite manage to wake up again until the sound of the doctor's apprentice scuffling around and handing out more medication.

By morning, Sage was pretty much back to what he was like the day before - laying there just trying not to curl up into a ball and suffocate. He'd managed to get most of the...stuff he'd thrown up in the bucket, though he was really just blindly aiming by then, and hoping he could muster the energy to lean over and upchuck somewhere that wasn't himself or the bed. The bed was still wet with sweat, but sweat was better than everything else coming out of his body. At least he hadn't eaten or drunk anything in a while, so his stomach was empty but for whatever blood and bile accumulating in it. He really only knew it was morning because the little bit he was awake he noticed the light..though, thankfully most of the light was blocked by the curtain so it didn't hurt his head so much. Not that it mattered, since everything else really just hurt like hell anyway. But it was something at least.

Anya sat up with a slight stretch, waving a sleepy morning to, well, whoever was looking. Charlotte shuffled around next to her but really didn't wake up. Anya just found herself sitting there, waiting for something to happen... she didn't really care what, but she didn't want to go back to her room just yet. It was lonely, and there was still a lot she couldn't help out with. She'd just feel useless. Well, she already did, but she didn't need that getting worse. She did watch the doctor wander into Sage's little area again, the same tray of meds in his hands. When she thought about it, Sage had been quiet the last night... she did hope that was a good thing.

Sage kind of half responded when the doctor entered his little area, giving a sort of a wheeze in greeting, though the doctor probably couldn't even hear it, since literally every breath was a wheeze by that point. Of course, he could see the doctor was carrying something, though he couldn't tell what and he didn't have the energy to keep his eyes open or try to figure that out. The doctor would do what he needed to do, and he supposed that he'd just have to go along with it all... especially since he didn't have the energy or the breath to fight anything the doctor did.

The doctor seemed to have given up trying to ask the boy how he was feeling... though, Sage did look a bit better than he had. Still, not good, but better he supposed. His throwing up had slowed a little, but that was probably because the boy simply had nothing left to come out. The doctor would have to find a way to get some food through him... maybe a tube would be fine, otherwise, his stomach would just start eating itself. He did give the boy the same as he'd had the night before, just a little less because he didn't want to overdo it, but then he could have the kitchen make up something he could get into the boy... maybe soup or something mashed would suffice. He wasn't sure, but they'd come up with something.