By the time sage had woken up again, it was morning... probably closer to noon based off of the light filtering in through the slight curtain opening. Surprisingly, the light didn't seem to hurt his head so much, and he wasn't quite so cold. He supposed it would be easier to get better when he wasn't bleeding out internally. He chuckled to himself at that though and then kind of shifted into a more comfortable position. He noticed the cup of water on the bedside table and took a few tentative sips. When he didn't throw it all up, he drank a bit more, about half the glass, slowly and then he was worn out so he settled back down again and closed his eyes. He didn't fall asleep, but just kind of lay there for a bit. He didn't have much else to do. He made a mental note to ask the doctor for some paper and pens or pencils next time he came in since art was something...not strenuous he could easily do while laying there.

The girl sat quietly until early morning... well, not early but it was roughly eight in the morning. She'd normally have been up long before then if she wasn't with Sage. She only woke up now because she heard a knock at the door, and when she gave a sleepy 'come in' in walked the doctor, with a plate of food and a drink. The girl peered from where she'd fallen asleep on the balcony and tried a smallish smile. "That's not how you stop yourself from getting sick," he warned the girl jokingly, to which she just rolled her eyes. "I had blankets," she replied with an almost childish huff. The man shook his head and gave the girl a plate when she walked over, still covered in blankets. "How'd things go with the surgery? Is everything alright," she asked with a slightly cocked head. Though she did suppose he wouldn't have come in looking so... happy if they hadn't gone well. "Don't worry yourself. The boy is alright, he woke up last night after. He seemed a little more aware of things... and he was talking, which is always a good thing," he hummed thoughtfully before giving a small smile. "You could probably see him at some point this afternoon. I reckon your Sage germs would have worn off by then," the man giggled like a little girl, almost proud of the stupid joke. Anya nodded and gave an almost released look, though she wasn't too sure about going to see him. Anya tended to get excitable when she was happy, and Sage didn't need her bouncing off the walls just because he wasn't, well, dead. The doctor had left at some point, and Anya assumed it was back towards his ward. The man was still a little ill, so he was probably still only tending to Sage.

Sage lay around for a while, taking some more small drinks after a few hours or so. Laying around doing nothing irked him...he was always having to do something, so laying around healing was ...boring, to say the least. He had painkillers in him, and while they were wearing off slowly, he didn't mind the pain all that much, he was pretty well used to it by then. After a while, he decided, against his better judgment, to try and sit up, maybe walk around the bed a few times. He did manage to push himself up into a sitting position, though he had to wait for his vision to clear before wriggling around into a position he could get off the bed from. The doctor had said nothing about walking in a circle around his bed ...so he was going to take advantage of that. He did wonder what Anya and Luther were doing, what they had been doing...no doubt the girl had been worried about his condition.

The man wandered back to Sage's room, but for once he wasn't rushing about. It was a nice feeling. He'd been so worried about... everything, recently. But Sage was fine, he wasn't going drop dead - well, he still might, but it wasn't such a worry anymore. Anya wasn't going to beat him up if he failed to keep the boy still alive. Once he was better, he could focus on what was, quite frankly, his more important wards. Like the actual members of the royal family, and the royal guard instead of having his apprentice seeing to them. When the man finally got to the ward again, he decided to poke his head in to see if Sage had actually picked at the biscuits or taken a drink... if not, he'd be force-fed. But what the man did see, rather than an empty plate, was the boy attempting to get up. He wasn't going to stop the boy, he could do whatever he wanted, just so long as he didn't rip his stitches. But he did stand there for a moment, just to watch him. "What in the world are you doing?" he asked with a slight cocked head.

Sage half jumped when he heard the doctor's voice and spun towards his voice, sitting back down on the bed as he half lost his balance. He stood up again and after a few moments of a brief struggle, he grinned sheepishly. "I got bored." He shrugged slightly and added, "I figured I could walk around the bed once or twice and test the waters or whatever." He wrinkled his nose slightly. "I'm not used to being able to lay around and do nothing," he admitted. The doctor didn't seem mad though, which was surprising considering he was still practically half dead and trying to get up and walk around. After a few steps and a few long moments he looked back at the doctor with a slightly cocked head, panting but feeling better than he had I'm a long time since he could move about. "Do you ever get tired of seeing the same patient over and over again," he asked, obviously meaning himself.

A type of chuckle escaped him at the last comment. Of course, he got tired of it. If he'd had hit his way the boy would have been gone ages ago. But, Anya was like a daughter to him, and if he made her a little bit happier then who was he to have him kicked out? No one. "Yes," he chuckled lightly. If he hadn't sworn to look after anyone who needed him, and of course, if Anya wasn't in the picture then the boy would be dead. He should be dead. Only Sage could avoid certain death, no matter how many times it came for him. It was an amusing thought. "In truth, I should have turned you away when we first met. I should have let you die but for some reason - I can't imagine why, Anya wanted you alive." The man chuckled at the thought.

Sage snorted, rather amused by the comment. "Anya wants a lot of things that are never going to happen," he admitted. "Me staying alive is one of them. You can patch me up all she wants, I still won't like past twenty out there." Maybe he was being a bit blunt, but that was the truth. The doctor had opened him up, he knew. He'd seen all the underlaying issues he had. And it was only going to get worse. Of course, making it to twenty probably wouldn't happen, though that was almost a hope, a way of giving death one last kick before the fight was over. Though, at the same time, he wanted so desperately to give in and let death take him. He had circled the bed by then and flopped back down on it, exhausted and gasping for air. "Have you ever had patients see dead family members when they're hurt?" It was odd, sure, but he wanted to know.

The doctor hummed in thought at that question. The simple answer was no, he hadn't and that was a strange question, but he'd seen patients see very alive family members or lovers, or sometimes what they assume to be a type of Eden. Flashbacks were normal too - especially if they'd been unconscious. The brain needed something to do while it was out, so retrieving old memories, or trying to twist them to trick its body into thinking it saw something that just never really happened, and never really would. Like making them see the future. He'd had a guard, once, that was convinced he saw his very alive wife running around with three children... like it was a glimpse into a twisted sort of future. He and his wife had been childless. And it would stay that way for the guard because he'd died the week after in yet another hopeless fight. "Probably. They haven't said anything if it has. The most I get is funny, or unfortunate dreams that people never get to play out," he shrugged, not overly sure if what he'd just said made as much sense as he'd hoped it did. "Why'd you ask? Something happened?"

Sage thought about that for a second before biting his lip and sighing heavily. "My younger sister died two days before Anya and I got kidnapped," he admitted softly. "I saw her twice...once when I was shot and once when I think you just did surgery. Possibly another time when I was out sick if I remember correctly." He wrinkled his nose slightly. "Anya thinks visiting her grave, being able to let myself grieve would be helpful. You're the doctor, what do you think? How am I supposed to stay alive for this girl if I don't want to be here," he half groaned, flopping onto his back on the bed. Maybe he'd over shared a bit, but he did trust the man, and he was a doctor...maybe he could help. Or at least explain some things.

The man looked up and shrugged a little, thinking about what he'd just said with a soft hum. "I'd say grieving is a good thing. But from my view, for someone like you, and if you're already struggling for a reason to keep going it might push you over the edge a little. Especially if you have other things going on in your head. Maybe don't plan this visit when you go. Just pick up and go whenever you're feeling calm enough, that way you aren't stressing about it." The man cocked his head a little at the last bit, though. He did wonder if Anya knew, knew that he really just didn't want to live. He could only imagine it crushing her, as it would anyone who found out someone they cared about not really wanting to stay alive, and equally so not having a way to make them feel like they belong anymore... the feeling of not being able to help them no matter what they do. "I suppose that's why Anya mothers you so much - we all notice - she's trying to find a way to make you want to stay with her," he murmured, kind of under his breath. "I say do what you want." It was such a bland answer, he knew that, but equally, he wasn't very good with the mind. Illnesses and wounds were more his forte, but he'd really said all he could about it now.