A small quiver was sent through her when he mentioned popping the bullet out. The way he had put it put a disturbing picture in her head. Still, she gave a short nod and wabbled over to his other side, where she was away from the blood. "Let me know if you need a hand," the undertones of that statement gave 'don't ask me for help because you're not going to get it,' vibes. Even though it sounded insincere, she did mean in. If he needed help with whatever he was doing, she would try her best for him, after all, it was the least she could do. "I read somewhere that if you don't look after bullet wounds while they're healing, they can heal at the top rather than from the bottom up. So make after you take the bullet out you do stitch it properly," She stared forwards, her knees tucked up. She didn't know why she spilled that out. It was probably something he already knew, and he had said he could stitch anyway. Maybe she just wanted to say something slightly related to whatever was going on. "I wonder what those guys wanted..." The girl looked back at him with furrowed brows. "You shouldn't have run into the forest, you know." She murmured, "even the 'best fighter around' needs to be cautious."

Sage snorted in amusement. "Yeah, well, I thought of that after I already killed one of them. And by then I couldn't exactly step back and say 'oopsie daisy I shouldn't have done that have a nice day' and walk away." He glared down at his shoulder, pretty annoyed at it. Why couldn't it have moved with the rest of him? Stupid shoulder. He'd have to use his left hand in a fight now, and while he was fine, it was nowhere near as good as his right. He didn't like to rely on it for anything. "And those guys don't want anything. Whoever hired them is who we should be worrying about." He reached over and tested his shoulder gently, but still sucked in a breath when the pain increased tenfold. "Stabbing would have been better," he complained, mostly to himself, before digging his finger into the wound and yanking the bullet out. He hunched over, and if he had had anything in his stomach he would have thrown up. He kept his eyes closed until he could lift his head again and could see clearly to look at how he wanted to sew this up.

Anya rolled her eyes slightly. "I'm just saying you're smarter than that. It's like you're trying to get yourself killed." She grumbled in an almost testing way. She could have almost smiled at him for a moment, "And you could have just walked away, but then we would probably both be dead. And I don't know about you but I plan on staying alive to rule my kingdom." Maybe if she really wanted that, she should stop coming out and putting herself in these sorts of situations. Oh well. She looked back over at Sage at the wrong time, just as the bullet hit the cold ground behind it. They would need to stop the bleeding before he stitched it up, or even more importantly before he lost too much blood and his consciousness at that. She looked thoughtful for a moment. These men had been hired... but to do what? And by who? It didn't look like they were out to hurt the teens, not until Sage stormed in and killed one of them. If these guys were trained, and Sage was struggling against them whoever had them out was powerful. Very powerful. "Where they uniformed at all?" She asked with a slightly tilted head. If there was a crest or even a symbol, then it could have been easier to figure this out.

Sage took a deep breath and shook his head to try and clear it. Failing miserably, he only succeeded in making himself more dizzy than he already was. "I....maybe? They were higher ups, I know that much." He tried to think, his brow furrowing. His heart rate should have gone down by now, and his breathing should have been back to normal. Maybe he had lost more blood than he thought. "I was moving but...maybe something like this? On their shirts?" He reached a shakey hand to draw in the snow. Maybe, if this was some sort of crest or symbol, Anya would know about it. And possibly, how to stop them.

Anya tilted her head to the side as she looked at his little drawing before shaking her head. "I've never seen it," she murmured, her voice tinted with a complaint. Great. It would take ages for them to find out about whoever this was... if they were higher-ups, then they would cover their tracks perfectly. They didn't need to think about that now, though. It would just make them worry even more than they needed to as of then. She looked Sage over again. He almost seemed ill... they would have to sort him out first. "Whoever they were they brought a gun to deal with teens. Damn cowards." She almost joked before scanning him one more time. "What can I do to help? You're shaking." She murmured, her voice a little quiet.

He grunted and shook his head. "I'm tired, probably in shock, and bleeding out. It's been a fun night," he grumbled. "I can stitch myself up, I just need to find something to do it with. I have a needle but I don't really carry thread around with me, so I'll have to figure something out for that." The problem was, he couldn't think...he could barely talk at this point, and his vision was blurry enough to the point where he couldn't tell one end of the needle from the other if he took it out. And sewing himself up with a shakey hand? Bad idea, but the only way it would get done. He couldn't ask Anya to do it...she didn't like blood, and it was a nasty bullet wound since it had hit his shoulder blade, going almost all the way through his body. He hoped his voice sounded confident, though he had little hopes in that. The ringing in his ears kept him from hearing whether it was wavering or not though.

Anya gave him a lop-sided smile, quite clearly filled with pity. "You've been through a lot for one night." She agreed quietly. Her voice was low, a little scratchy. "To think I just came out for a walk," she chuckled inwardly before looking thoughtful. She supposed she could go find something for Sage to use as a thread if he told her what would work, but she didn't want to go out alone just yet, and she didn't want to leave Sage by himself either. She took a glance around before her eyes landed on the cloak she had on wrapped around her. The seams had split at some point, probably from getting caught on something while they were running. There were the ends of the thread hanging loosely off it. "Could you use this? I can't take it back in this state, its not overly clean but you could use the thread to stitch yourself up and the cloth to stop the blood," She shrugged.

Sage glanced over at the cloak, noticing the torn parts. He hummed thoughtfully. "Probably," he muttered. It wasn't the cleanest fabric, but it was better than anything he was wearing, and his needle wasn't exactly clean either. Infection was dangerous, but why was he even caring about that? He would be dead before the wound got infected, wouldn't he? It was what he had been planning on, but now he heasitated. What would his life be like if he lived? Was fighting the only thing that would clear his mind a bit? If so, he wasn't sure he wanted that. He enjoyed it to an extent, but if the rest of his life was bleak he still decided he didn't want it. He'd live for now, since Anya was here, but that was it. He tugged his needle out of the seam of his shirt with a slight grin. It was rediculous, carrying a needle around to see himself up with. It took getting hurt often to have to do that. He squinted at it and blinked hard, trying to see well enough to find the eye of the needle.

Anya watched him struggle for a moment before rolling her eyes, "Give me the needle." She chuckled slightly, holding a hand out. "You'll hurt your head... er, or you'll make it worse trying to see." She murmured lightly as she started pulling a thread from the fabric, making sure she had a long enough piece before snapping it off. Ideally, they would have gotten somewhere safe, out of the open, where they could make sure everything was clean... well cleaner than it was out here. She was still very cautious about getting back to the castle... she needed to be back soon, but if these guys were still lurking around, it might be a while before anything happened.

Sage scrunched his nose up with a huff, annoyed with his own inability to do what he needed to do, but handed her the needle anyway. He froze for a minute when his hand brushed hers, then pulled it back before he could do anything, say anything, even think anything about it. He could feel his cheeks warming up, which seemed ridiculous given their current circumstance.

(bit short lol)