Anya watched Lizzie leave before turning to Sage, her brows furrowing at his lack of movement. She pursed her lips slightly as she put the little tray back down on the side. "Morning." She murmured quietly, perching on the side of the bed. She knew she wasn't likely to get a reply, not while he was like this. It was odd, though. To see him during the day, that is. She had gotten so used to seeing him at night, out in the village. Now, seeing him in the castle, in the morning, in the state he was in... it was weird. The girl gave a small sigh. If it hurt for him to speak, then she was afraid she wouldn't get anything out of him. "Feeling any better today?" She asked quietly. It wasn't like she could see his face, but she wasn't dim. It was clear that he wasn't doing amazingly. "I did what you said, last night. About imagining everyone in there underwear? I have to admit, its an image I want to burn out of ny mind, but it worked!" She noted, trying a slightly more up beat tone out.

Sage heard her and slowly turned around with a grimace, pointing to the blood spattered over the front of his shirt. "Don't believe so," he chuckled, though it wasn't very funny. He could barely get the words out...he didn't have the breath to talk. He made a face and tried for a sigh, though it didn't sound much different from the rattling in his chest. "I think my lungs infected," he groaned. Then he grinned, although it wasn't a happy one. "Isn't that lovely," he wheezed out. He closed his eyes briefly as a wave of pain shot through him and his breathing hitched, causing him to start coughing again. He used Anya's arm to pull himself to the side as he started coughing up blood again, though this time it was mixed with other things as well. He coughed up over a cups worth of...stuff and then collapsed back onto the bed, trying desperately to breathe, though it wasn't working too well. His vision was going in and out and he stared at the ceiling blankly, chest heaving and sweat making his hair stick to his face, soaked. This was so much worse than the pain in his side.

Anya stared at the boy, almost like she froze for a moment. What was she meant to do? God, he all but coughing up his guts right infront of her and all she could do was stare. Anya paled at the sight, having to look away for a moment before supressing a gag. She felt awful about it, but really, all she could do was beg the doctor to either come and see to Sage or give them something to sootge him, but the chances of getting the man to help Sage again seemed slim unless she was prepeared to give the man an arm and a leg... which she would do, if it meant helping him, though she was resistant to leave him alone while his little coughing fits were still so bad. The best she could do was clean him up a little and get him in a better position until then. The girl blew out a heavy breath before glancing back at him. Sage had blood pretty much everywhere. On his teeth, down his chin on his shirt... it looked like he had murdered someone. "Can you try and sit up again? You're going to end up choaking to death on your own blood." Anya offered her hands to help him before going to grab some tissues so that he could clean himself up a little. She wasn't sure how serious lung infections could be... but it looked like Sage was the next best thing to death. Anya let out out a soft sight before slicking his hair back so that it was out of his face. "I'll go speak to the doctor once Lizzies back. I'm not leaving you alone now." She murmured, gently resting her hand on ber forehead.

Sage reached for Anya and sat up with difficulty, before shaking his head. "No, Lizzie doesn't need to see this," he murmured. "She's already worried enough." He could still barely breathe sitting up, and he knew that if he lay down he would do exactly as Anya had mentioned. But he couldn't see how he could sit up for long ... He could barely even see, let alone support his own weight for long. Even now, he was leaning heavily on Anya, though he didn't want to get blood over her clothes again. But if he couldn't even breathe, how was he supposed to last? He wasn't afraid of dying, but he was afraid of leaving Lizzie alone. She couldn't defend herself very well...she'd be the first target for the crude men who got themselves drunk at the tavern. He closed his eyes, trying to at least calm his breathing a bit, though it didn't work very well. It seemed as though he was getting worse and worse every minute. He wondered what would happen if Lizzie did see this. What would she do? She couldn't help...she would just be scared to death. He couldn't do that to her. And if he did die, well, Lizzie didn't need to see a corpse covered in blood.

Anya shook her head, leaving his side to grab a few pillows from the other bed to slip behind him so he could lean back just a little. She could understand his worry about Lizzie seeing him the way he was, but Sage would most likely be ill for a little longer than they thought... hiding it from the girl would be near to impossible. They were staying in the same room, and it already seemed like Lizzie knew something was going on. As much as Sage wanted to shield his sister from what was going on, there wasn't a way Anya could see it working out the way he wanted. "Sage, she's a brave kid. Hell, she had more of an idea what to do with you in your house than I did. And it's not like you can lock her out of this room until you're either better or dead, she's going to see that something wrong." Anya wandered if she could send Lizzie to fetch the doctor, or even just pick up some sort of treatment with a note or something while Sage got sorted out. The castle wasn't overly busy, and Lizzie was smart enough to navigate herself around without being spotted. Even if she was, Anya could get her out of trouble relatively easily, but then again, she didn't want to put the girl through that. Anya blinked hard a few times as she thought, eventually just shaking her head before offering Sage a glass of water to get the blood out of his mouth. She glanced at his side for a moment, "Has your sister changed your dressing over?" Anya questioned with a slightly cocked head.

Sage thought for a second before sighing. Anya was right...hiding this from Lizzie would probably never happen. This wasn't something he could just get rid of right away. Infections tended to linger. Maybe, if he wasn't starving and in such a bad way to begin with, he could have kept the infection at bay. But whatever the case he was hurting now, and the infection wasn't going away any time soon. When he heard her voice again it took him a few seconds to process what she had said, then shook his head. "She wasn't up for long before you got here," he breathed out before gasping for air again. He hoped to keep Lizzie as calm and happy as he could, though that seemed impossible as of right then.

Anya gave a short smile, she wasn't really sure what it was for, but it seemed needed. It would be hard to keep Sage comfortable until he was well again, if he ever got better, but that didn't mean Anya couldn't try her best for him. Even if they couldn't hide anything from Lizzie, they could make it seem better than it was, at least. "I might be able to give her a note to run off the the doctors with when she gets back. See if he has anything that'll help your breathing or stop anything from getting much worse." She shrugged, grabbing the little roll of poultice and chucking it to him, "I'd offer to help but I'm not amazing with gore. See if you can do it yourself then I can give it a go." Anya murmured, taking a seat on the bed across the room.

Sage couldn't help but chuckle at that. He nodded and started applying the poultice to his side. His hands were shaking by now, but he could handle it. It was messy, since he couldn't see very well, but he managed. He set the poultice down on the table next to the bed and closed his eyes wearily. Even that little bit of action had exhausted him. When he started coughing, he rolled half onto his side and then stayed there breathing heavily, eyelids fluttering. He knew the only thing that would help was to drain the fluids from his lungs and get rid of the infection somehow before sealing him up again, and he wasn't sure if that was even possible. And even if it was, he doubted the doctor would help him again.

Anya pursed her lips as she watched him, grimacing at the sight. It seemed normal for an infection to be coughing shit up, but the blood... it made her worry. What if there was more going on than they realised? Sage was visibly so drained just from his little coughing fits, and it wasn't like the boy would get to sleep at all. Not until his head stopped hurting, at least, but he could decide when he was ready to get some proper rest. Anya found herself just wanting to scoop him into a hug... mainly because there was a very real chance that he might not get better at all. The next time she showed up, especially with the way he was going, there was a chance that she might come face to face with a very suffocated Sage. She prayed that the doctor would agree to tending to him again... she had a feeling that her threatening wouldn't work on him again.

Sage was incredibly tired of fighting, but he didn't want to leave Lizzie alone. Half of him wanted to just close his eyes and slip away ... Death would at least be peaceful. But he was not leaving Lizzie alone in this world. He forced his eyes open, although they were really just slits at this point...he couldn't do much more than that. At least with his head turned the blood trickled out of his mouth on its own. Maybe the coughing would ebb a bit. Lizzie slipped into the room again and sucked in a breath at the sight of Sage and then looked at Anya questioningly. "Anya ... What's going on? Why is there blood everywhere?"