Sage kinda of relaxed once the doctor gave him whatever was in those needled and fell back into sort of a feverish sleep as he had the night before. He supposed it was better to just let sleep overtake him, so he wasn't moving around as much. It would probably help whatever was wrong with his stomach...if it could heal by itself then staying as still as possible would help with that. Though, he really didn't know anything about medicine...Liz was the one who had been interested in that, and the slums just had whatever herbs they could find. He definitely wouldn't have made it out there...an illness like this and he would have been dead in a day or two even without getting shot as many times as he did. He made a mental note to thank the doctor, who had to be getting sick of putting up with some tavern boy that Anya wouldn't let die. Though, Anya might have to deal with him dying at this point. But he supposed if it was dying or a risky surgery, the doctor would try surgery. Sage himself didn't care, but if he was going to die, he did want the pain to stay away while he did.

Eventually, the doctor decided that it'd be better to fix the boy up sooner rather than later... if Sage did pass, the doctor was going to get the heat from that. He'd let the meds kick in, then give him something to sleep and see how things went. It'd be better to do while he had nothing in his stomach, he thought. The man hummed a thought before slipping out the curtains. And glancing at Anya. "I reckon I'm gonna open him up this afternoon. Something in there is bleeding, in his stomach, probably," the man shrugged as he slipped his gloves off. "Do you think I could go see him?" Anya asked quietly. The man just shrugged again. "Do what you want. He's not exactly talking. I don't think you'll get sick again, but afterwards you go back to your room, you can't stay here with Sage germs," the man hummed before slipping around the corner again, probably to set things up again and drift back off to sleep again. Anya sighed slightly, contemplating if she really wanted to see Sage in the state he was in... well, if he wasn't quite strong enough for this surgery or whatever the doctor was going to do, Anya didn't want to see him any worse than he already was. Eventually, she gently shifted Charlotte from her side and slid of the bed before peaking through Sages curtain. God, she wasn't really sure what she was expecting, but he really was a mess. The girl sighed and quietly wandered over to his side and flopping down in the chair next to him. She didn't say anything, she didn't want to hurt his head, besides, he was sleeping. Instead, she kind of rested an arm on the side of his bed and propped her head up with it, her other hand kind of playing with his hair, like she always did. She didn't think Sage could feel it, so it was more of a comfort for her than anything else.

Sage could feel the heat from her body leaning over the bed, and playing with his hair, though he quite obviously didn't know who it was. He assumed it was Anya, since she was the only one crazy enough to be in there with him (besides the doctor of course), and she was definitely the only one who would play with his hair like this. Of course, this was all subconscious thought, his brain wasn't really working very well, and thinking seemed like a far-away goal right about then. His breathing got a bit more steady when the steroids kicked in...that combined with the painkillers, whatever they were, were strong enough to let him stay asleep for quite some time, which he was pretty happy about. He wondered if that's how it would be...days of just laying here, only really able to barely function because the doctor pumped him up with about a million medicines until he either died anyway or the doctor gave up and let him pass. Anya wouldn't let the latter happen, but in all honesty, the doctor could just let him die but tell Anya he'd done what he could. He doubted the doctor would just give up on a patient, though he wasn't really the average patient for the man. He had his whole list of issues that no one from the castle had, so really he was probably a bit of a mystery to the doctor.

The girl sat with him, like that for a while... long enough for the doctor to have come in and out twice, and for her to hear the squeaking of the apprentice's medical trolly as she tended to the other wards. She also heard Charlotte's parents talk, which was a good thing. The sound of the little girl's cheery voice rang through the ward, so she was happy to see her parents. Her eyes stayed on Sage, taking in his every feature, but instead of her admiration for the boy, it was just... pity. He was so ill, and she'd never seen him so feeble. All she wanted to do was to see him well again, hear his voice and see him smile, even these last few days without that seemed like torture. He was sweating now, dripping, and Anya didn't spend long playing with his hair, it was coated in sweat from the last few days. It was horrible, really, but she was just happy to be with him. She grabbed a clean flannel from the side before wetting it and gently wiped his face, hoping it'd cool him down a bit... do something. She stayed there until the doctor came back through again and cocked his head towards the door. Anya sighed and gave a slight nod before making her out from behind the curtains. "Straight to your room," the doctor warned which Anya assured him she'd do. He quickly got on with putting the boy to sleep before having someone move him somewhere a little more sanitary in preparation for this whole thing. The man wasn't all that sure about what he was looking for, but if something had ruptured, all he had to do was help the healing process on a little and close him back up again. It shouldn't take too long if things went alright.

Sage barely moved or gave any acknowledgment when he was moved, or when the doctor knocked him out. He'd been in a light sleep before that, of course, and had woken up briefly when the doctor had drugged him, though with whatever was on the cloth over his mouth and nose, he quickly fell back asleep again. Only, this one was much deeper of a sleep than the previous one, and Sage wasn't aware of anything at all. In the brief moment he was awake, though, he'd figured out what the doctor was planning on doing. He knew the risks - waking up out of such a deep sleep would be difficult, and that was only if he didn't bleed out or something during the operation itself and pass then. He trusted the doctor, but he didn't trust his own body, and while he knew he was trying to stay alive and fight for Charlotte and Anya, once he was knocked out that deeply it was only his subconsciousness that could continue to fight like that...and he wasn't all that sure that's what it would do. He had to admit he was a bit nervous as to how this would all go, especially since there wasn't something specific the doctor was looking for...he didn't have much time to find out what was wrong and fix it before Sage would pass, no matter how much he fought, his body still had its limits. And those limits were...pretty limiting, to say the least.

The doctor had Sage in and out of sleep once or twice once he was stationed, making sure the boy was able to wake up from very small amounts at first, then slowly it got more and more until he had him asleep long enough. The process of the surgery was quick... or, it was supposed to be. He opened the boy up and poked around a little until he found something that looked off, which, honestly, was a lot. Sage had a never-ending list of issues that'd probably never leave him, so finding the thing that was killing him would be... difficult. Soon, though, he did find a slight rupture, in his stomach as the man had assumed, probably from the bullet. It was small, and difficult to fix, but with time he slowly managed it, hopefully without making anything too much worse. The man closed him back up again and stitched him the best he could before having the boy wheeled back to his bed, which had clean sheets on it. The doctor would have to sit with him until he was awake, now... make sure he was stable enough to be left along again. It would be a couple of days until he could function again, but he'd probably be a little ore aware of everything now.

It was just as difficult as sage had expected to wake up after the fact, though the doctor kind of experimented with doses a bit. Eventually, though, he stirred slightly and peeked out of one eye before wrinkling his nose at the light and closing it again with a huff. He'd noticed the blur of the doctor sitting there, probably to make sure he actually woke up after the surgery. Which, let's be honest, he could wake up, so now letting him sleep would be great. And probably helpful, since the doctor had presumably fixed whatever was the most wrong with him. Pretty soon, he drifted back off, though it was in the same lighter sleep as before. He didn't slip back into a very deep sleep, which was good, and it told him that he'd probably be fine - he wouldn't die because something happened while he was out cold.

When the doctor saw Sage's eyes flicker open, he offered a small smile to say everything was fine, that things had gone well... well, well so far. He'd make sure Sage was being watched over that night, that he stayed stable, then he supposed he'd leave the boy alone to heal in his own time. He could go back to his room if he wanted, but he'd have to stay on bed rest for the next few days at least. When the boy drifted off to sleep again, the doctor went to grab his note book before coming back and getting comfortable in the chair next to the boy. If he was ill, then he was still gonna pass things along, and the doctor didn't exactly want to have any more ill patients to deal with while he was ill himself.

Sage could care less about the doctor reassuring him...he was alive and the doctor was relaxed so he wasn't too worried about things. Besides, he really just wanted to sleep. He'd been tired before, and now that the doctor had used something pretty strong to knock him out, he was truly just exhausted, even though he'd been sleeping pretty much all day for the past...who knows how long. A while to say the least. Once some of the medicine he'd been given before started to wear off, a few hours later he stirred slightly, and peeked around to see the doctor scribbling away before closing his eyes again. He supposed it made sense that he'd want to stay....he didn't exactly have much else to do, and Sage could very well fall asleep and have some kind of delayed reaction or whatever. He was pretty sure he'd be fine though...now all he had to de was get over whatever sickness he'd gotten. It should be easier now that he wasn't dying because of...whatever had happened, though by no means would it be easy either.

Soon enough, night fell upon them, and somehow, the doctor managed to stay up the whole time, despite being pretty ill himself. The morning was almost a blessing, though, because when he went to check on Sage, he was still breathing. Believe it or not, that was a huge achievement for the man. He looked a lot better, too, not so pale, and for a change, he hadn't thrown up during the night. He was still pretty hot, but not to the point where he was sweating literal buckets. Though, when the boy came to again, he'd feel horrible. Not just from the sickness, but from the surgery. Everything would hurt, like bad. He made sure to put some water out, and a couple of small biscuits for the boy if he felt like it. If he started going down hill again... well, then he'd have to settle with being tube fed.