Sage stayed passed out on the ground for a while, though everything soon started to hurt again, and the more it hurt the more he woke up. His eyes fluttered open eventually, his face scrunching up in pain once he woke up fully. He still felt woozy...getting hit on the head hard on top of blood loss probably wasn't helping things. But, he could hear Quinn there, even if the sun hurt his head too much so he had to squint. He'd noticed his shirt was opened, and he could tell the girl was upset, so he tried for a small smile, though he wasn't sure it was very effective. "What, you couldn't stand to not see my bare chest for a day," he rasped, attempting a joke to try and make her feel better. Talking hurt like hell though, so he scrunched his face up and tried to settle the hitch in his chest, reaching over to touch the girl before taking her hand in his. He just needed her warmth and comfort.

Quinn glanced over as Sage woke up. She was going to say something but listened to what he said instead, feeling too... terrified to even bring a blush to her cheeks. "No.. I had to cut you open, pull out a bullet, and stitch you back up." Quinn said through a choked voice, looking at him. She held onto his hand like she would never let go... and there was a chance she wouldn't. "Oh Sage..." she trailed off, trying to keep her eyes on the ground so he couldn't see she had been crying.

Sage felt a light smile flutter on his face at the girl's comment. He didn't really have anything to say to that though, he just squeezed her hand reassuringly when he heard the quiver in her voice. It would be a ride for both of them...no doubt it hadn't been easy for her to fix him up, and everything hurt so, so bad, and he really just wanted to go back to sleep. But she was obviously worried, and he could hear chaos pacing worriedly outside the cave.

Quinn was tired... and she knew it would be best for both of them to get some sleep... but she felt agonizing terror still gripping at her chest, clawing at her throat. Sage could still... die. What would she even do without him? What if she couldn't save him? Quinn sank down against the cave wall, staring at the opposite wall. She wished their trials would just end... but this was their life now. She was sure people would start hunting her now, too. With what they say She will start showing up as the 'Werewolf Demon' that was all human but went crazy or something. Quinn shook her head, trying to stop thinking about that.

Sage eventually couldn't keep his eyes open anymore, and the pain was too much for him, so he eventually just squeezed Quinn's hand and sighed. "Rest," he croaked out, closing his own eyes. She didn't have to stay up with him....if he died, he died, that wasn't her fault. But she'd done a lot, and he was strong...he'd fight. He wasn't going to die tonight anyway. Not unless twh bullet had hot a major organ they didn't know about. But he trusted Quinn to have patched him up well enough.

Quinn glanced iver at Sage as he squeezed her hand. -Please, please, please DO NOT die tonight. You ARE NOT allowed to- Quinn thought. She knew if he was going to die from blood loss or because the bullet hit a major organ or artery... he would die tonight. Quinn was pretty sure it hadn't hit anything very important, and she had sewed him up pretty well. She even got a clot going... Quinn hoped it worked. However much she didn't want to fall asleep Quinn dropped off, exhausted

Sage felt a bit relieved when he felt the girls hand relax on his. Good, it meant she was asleep. She needed the rest...she really did. He let himself drift off, though he admittedly didn't sleep well.... everything hurt way too much to get into a deep sleep. He'd dealt with being shot before...many people hunted him. But this was in the worst spot, probably. But that was alright....he had Quinn now. And he trusted her to take care of him. The pain was awful, and bad enough to make him break out in a sweat and gasp for air after a while, but he grit his teeth and stayed quiet, not wanting to wake or worry the girl. She needed to rest.

Quinn woke some time in the middle of the night. She immediately snapped her head up, looking at Sage. -Oh thank .. he's... breathing..- Quinn thought. She felt mentally ill... she couldn't even think in proper sentences anymore. Quinn couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief... even if it looked like he was in immense pain. Quinn wished he would have gotten shot in the stupid calf... that was easily and by far the best place to get shot. Nothing but muscle.

Sage opened his eyes to look over at Quinn when she jerked upwards. He tried to talk, to tell her he was alright, but all that came out was a barely audible rasp. Well, he supposed he could use a drink...his throat was dry. The small movement set him off coughing though, when definitely didn't help the pain at all. In fact, he really almost passed out as a result of it. Wasn't there an herb that would help this? Something to at least dampen the pain a bit? There had to be something.... anything. He couldn't keep going like this. He needed to regain blood, and he couldn't do that if he was constantly sweating out all his water.

Quinn glanced at him. This probably wouldn't Ben the best for him, but she had to help with the pain. Sage looked like he was in agony. "One moment.." Quinn said quietly, standing and walking outside. She very quickly found more poppyseed... best painkiller plant there was. Quinn brought it back inside, grinding it into some water. "Try to drink... it will hurt." Quinn murmured, setting down the cup. The poppyseed would numb the pain for up to 12 hours, and it would make Sage fall asleep for at least 5 hours. Very powerful. While he was out Quinn would look at the wound... yes, that's a good idea.