The doctor set his pen down and sighed with a slow nod. He pointed to the couch next to his desk, frowning slightly. "Sit down," he hummed. "You both look about ready to pass out, and neither of you need a concussion." It took Sage a moment to process what the doctor was saying and collapsed onto the couch, his chest tight. He felt like he couldn't breathe...and he wasn't sure he could calm down. But he had to at least hear the doctor out. He needed to know what happened. The doctor sighed before starting to talk once both teens had sat down. "It might help to know he was killed right away. He wasn't suffering, just a clean cut." He pinched his lips together and shook his head. "Best as I could figure, he was protecting Att and was outnumbered, but wouldn't give the boy up," he hummed. "Att was still asleep when we found them." Sage could feel his mind whirling a million miles a minute. He'd have done the same thing, of course, but Luther had always just seemed .... invincible. He certainly never thought he'd outlive the other boy. Something flickered across his face that looked like broken glass, then he tightened his jaw and forced everything down and away, willing that familiar ball of ice to form back in his chest. He nodded quietly and stood up, walking out of the room a bit unsteadily and looking a bit dazed. He was pale too, but he just had to get out. To do something, or he'd go crazy. The doctor watched him go with a wary look on his face, admittedly quite worried for the boy. Anya would grieve, and move on, like normal. He had no idea how this would affect Sage.

Anya felt her jaw tighten when the man started to explain that he'd died protecting Att. It didn't help. She just felt worse. Really, she didn't take anything in after that. The world around her just seemed to go quiet, other than the painful wringing in her ears. Her chest hurt... in a way that made her feel ill. She hated it. How it made her feel. And her eyes were welling with tears... stinging her eyes. And she couldn't quite process that Luther was really never coming back. She half expected him to walk through the door right then... tell her it was all a joke. Of course, she'd yell at him, but in the end it'd all be alright. But it took her a moment to realise that wouldn't happen. He wasn't coming back. She felt a slight squeak escape her throat as she tried to say something, but nothing came out... it was just that awful squeak. She felt her chest rise and fall in a way that made her panic, and she couldn't get any air in or out. She came to again when Sage left, and all of a sudden she felt like it was because of him. Luther should have been with her. They thought Sage was Luther, and Sage was still here. Still alive. She felt as though the room was getting smaller and her anger and pain was just getting bigger. She needed out so she found her self wandering after him... and truely... she didn't mean to yell. It just came out. "It was your fault," she shouted after him, feeling herself glue to where she was standing. She didn't want to say that, and she didn't meant it... but she needed someone to blame... to yell out, and Sage had the displeasure of being that person right then.

Sage dimly heard the girl, though he didn't really process it all until he already turned the corner. She was right, really...he could have made Luther bring Att and come with him, back to where they were all sage. He should have. He should have done something, anything more...even if it was bringing Anya there or...what was he saying? He'd done the best he could, but it wasn't enough. It hadn't ever been enough, so why had he thought it would have been enough now? Why had he let his guard down, let himself try to be happy? God, he was losing everyone. No matter how hard he tried, it was just never good enough. He broke into a sprint then, trying to empty his head. To do anything to stop the pain. Where was that little ball of ice when he wanted it? Needed it? His breaths came in short rasps, and he wasn't entirely sure where he was going or what he was doing...he was just running. Something had to help. Something, anything. He'd do anything. It should have been him...it really should have. He wished it had been. He'd much rather have taken the hit and left them together. Anya needed someone she could lean on...and as of right now they were both blaming him about it. He couldn't help her if she was mad at him. Oh, what was he saying? How was he supposed to help her, or Att, when he couldn't help himself? Back where Anya was, the doctor came up to put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Be kind, Anya. You know it's no one's fault," he hummed.

Anya couldn't help the red that seemed to cloud her vision. She wanted to be angry at Sage... but the doctor was right. It was no one's fault. But Luther was still gone. He was gone, and he wasn't going to come back. She felt the lump in her throat come back, and all she wanted to do was get rid of it... swallow it down, but it just seemed to hurt. When it wouldn't work, tears finally slipped down her cheeks. She felt ill. Sick, like she didn't trust herself to make or do the right move right then. She turned to to the doctor after a moment, still trying to hold the tears from falling any more... but it didn't work. "He's really gone?" She whispered quietly, almost choking on her words. She knew the answer. She'd been told twice now. But she still just didn't want to believe it. She wanted to blame someone for it... for taking Luther away from her. He was literally what she was born to do... the only person she was meant to be with, he'd come to be like a brother and her best friend, and he was gone? Just like that? "But..." she trailed off slightly as a small wave of tears flushed down her cheeks.

The doctor patted Anya on the shoulder and gave her a sympathetic look before wrapping his arm around her and giving her a quick hug. "Go lay down and cry for a bit. Maybe beat on a pillow so it's not a person," he hummed, patting her on the shoulder. Then he pursed his lips. "I'm going to go drag Sage back in here before he hurts himself. But if you need anything, you know where to find me," he told the girl before jogging off in the direction Sage had fled. Sage himself had run until he couldn't anymore, and then he'd collapsed in the ground, coughing as he tried to force more air into his lungs. Everything hurt again...running this much probably wasn't good..well it definitely wasn't good...but he didn't care. He wished he could trade places. Let him die and bring Luther back. But even if it worked like that, he wasn't enough. They were too different. In worth, in status, in good deeds, even in size. He was stuck ...and he felt like any time it got better, he took five steps back. It got worse and worse. Well, fine. He'd just stop getting to know people. Stop connecting. He'd love out the rest of his days in the doctors ward or wherever, and he'd stay there. It was quite obvious that people were safer without him there. The doctor caught up to him eventually, and said nothing but sat down next to him. Sage leaned into the man, too exhausted to even cry by then. He was still oaniky even then though, so he barely noticed when the doctor sighed and put a needle in his arm. He passed out onto the doctor a moment later, and the old man gathered him up in his arms and carried him back to the room, wishing he could help the teens more than this.

Anya couldn't help the tears that continued to stream down her face as she made her way back to her room. She couldn't remember a time where Luther hadn't been there... there wasn't a before Luther. When she made it to the room, she just fell on her bed... and that was when she realised her whole body was shaking... she wasn't cold, but this... everything, was too much. She'd give anything just to see Luther again. Say something nice, hug him or... something. He was one of those people that you never thought would die. She thought he'd be there forever... turn into some sort of living legend, never aging, and never dying. But that wasn't the case... because he wasn't here with her right then. When she thought about it, the boy had been nothing but wonderful to her. And she'd been... well, horrible. But he knew she loved him, right? That she would have done anything for him? That he hadn't just wasted his life to be with her? Because he was hm her brother, her best friend, her entire world. The the thought that he might not know that hurt more than anything she could say. It just sent her welling more. She grabbed one of his shirts that he'd chucked on the bed in the days prior and kind of just... hugged onto it until she passed out. She felt awful... and there was no one she could talk to. She'd just been horrible to Sage, and the doctor would be more concerned about him than he would be about her. So all she could do was sit there... and when she was strong enough they'd travel to the other estate so that she could be with her family again.

Sage didn't notice when the doctor set him back down in the room, or turned off the lights, or tucked him in. The doctor had hoped he could calm down himself, or display some sort of normal grieving patterns, but apparently he wasn't going to be that lucky. They'd have a battle, and the boy was going to get the worst of it. He stood there for a moment and sighed before turning to walk out of the room and drawing the curtain closed. He looked over at the maid, who had been helping bring out medication and whatever else he needed and grunted. "Keep an eye on him. If he leaves, tell me,* he instructed the girl."he's liable to just hurt himself again, the stubborn kid," he grumbled as he walked off, though sewhat fondly. He'd she'd his own tears for Luther, of course, but by then he'd just accepted that people die, and sometimes there's nothing that could be done about it.

Anya slept for a little while, or rather, she was in that strange state of half awake and half asleep. She just needed to be with her family. To be with someone... anyone that she could just hold and, well cry. Of course, she had Att, but she couldn't exactly talk to the boy about any of this. God, she wished she hadn't said that to him... she'd been thinking it, but she hadn't meant for it to slip out. And what was worse was that the boy didn't say anything. She knew he loved Luther too... everyone did, despite his occasional strictness and consistent dimness, he was really just a big teddy bear. She felt like a child... so useless. No doubt Att would be confused as to why the two of them were in the state they were in. Actually, she wondered if Att knew... or if it was one of those things that his memory had repressed. She planned on going to apologise to Sage the next day... before she and Att set off.

Sage slept for a good long while, and when he woke up he was still groggy. Geez, what had the old man given him? He was too tired to really care, though, so he kind of just rolled over to stare groggily out the window. He felt guilty for just sleeping everything away....it had helped, but the nightmares still came...only now Luther was part of them too. Was that going to be normal? Would he only ever see his best friend in his nightmares? He certainly hoped not, but it seemed fitting. He sort of just stared out the window, thinking, watching the sun set.

Anya slept through the rest of the day... and the night, for that matter. She only woke up because Att climbed onto her bed complaining that he was hungry. She sighed softly and tried to swallow everything down again. Her cheeks were still very tear-stained... and her face seemed red and puffy. The child didn't seem to notice, though, and she was glad for it. He flopped down next to her and hugged onto her side until she'd finally gotten the energy to force herself up. "Come on then baby," she huffed to the child before taking his hand and staggering towards the kitchen. She just made some toast for the two of them and poured the child a glass of milk. She then decided to make something for Sage... she needed to apologise to him. If he did something to hurt himself and it was her fault, especially after Luther, then she'd never forgive herself. She washed her face off in a small sink before grabbing the plate and telling Att to go and do a little colouring book she'd made him with her own drawing. She then staggered towards the ward, only just realising how shaky she was... it definitely wasn't a good feeling. She knocked on the wall to Sage's little makeshift room, but not before flashing a small, shy smile to the maid that was waiting just outside.