Sage wasn't paying much attention to Jackson by then, he was just grumbling about the fact that he was probably bleeding again under the gauze that was wrapped around his stump. He wasn't sure he wanted to even check it....looking at the wound and cleaning it just reminded him of the day it happened. And he really didn't want to remember that. He rather wished he'd gone into a coma or bled to death or... Something. That wasn't this.

When he heard Jackson speak up, he jumped, not having expected him to come out so quickly. "What," he sort of asked before his brain processed what the guy had said and he nodded, wincing slightly as he shifted on the bed. "Right," he mumbled, looking away from the other male in the room. He did frown slightly when he coughed.. it made him wonder if he was feeling alright. Not that he could ask....Jackson obviously hated him. And for good reason. He'd been a pretty terrible friend. But why was he even thinking about that? Why did he still want the guy to like him? Friends weren't something he could afford to have. Especially not this one. He sort of bit his lip again, heasitating before grabbing the stuff he needed from his back and slipping into the bathroom, trying to make it not seem like he was upset about how long Jackson had been in there. He'd take a decent amount of time himself, after all.

Once the door was closed, he moved to unhook the fake hand and slide it off his arm, letting out a slight yelp of pain when he unwrapped the gauze, brining some of the scab off with it. He growled in frustration, and moved to attempt to clean it as best he could before rewrapping it and then reattaching the prosthetic to his arm, shoving the bloody towels and toilet paper into the trash, hoping no one would question it. Hopefully, Jackson wouldn't notice. He slid out after that, hoping the strange noises hadn't gotten him curious enough to ask any questions.

He grabbed his duffel bag then, which had been dropped off at some point, picking it up with his hand that was still actually attached to his body and strong enough to carry things, dropping it by the bed with a sigh, running a hand down his face as he tried to focus on what needed to happen. Why the hell did he need to get involved with this of all things? Ugh. "what the hell made me decide this trip was a good idea," he grumbled to no one in particular, though Jackson could respond if he wanted to.

Sage couldn't help but chuckle in response to Jackson's mutter, nodding along in agreement. He sort of shoved his dirty clothes away and gathered the stuff he'd need for this afternoon, since they'd be going hiking through the caves in just a few hours. He was nervous, the caves could be too small, in which case his claustrophobia may act up and make a fool out of himself.

He stood up after having found what he was looking for...headphones that he could run in. He cast a glance at Jackson, raising an eyebrow slightly when the boy seemed a bit...frazzled. "you alright there, mate," he asked after a moment, the boy having turned away and apologized by then. Then he wrinkled his nose when he mentioned food, shaking his head slightly. "I'm not much of a morning person," he sighed, standing up and turning the headphones on. He'd never been a morning person....not much had changed there at least. "I'm going on a run," he noted after a moment. "You're welcome to join if you want," he added, moving to tie his laces up. He always wore his combat boots....they went with everything and it never hurt to be prepared. He checked his watch quickly, noting he had time for his full workout before they left. Good. Not to mention he still had rehab exercises he was supposed to do with this damn hand. Or not hand. Whatever.

He moved towards the door then, putting the headphones over one ear and leaving the other one open so he could hear anything important going on around him.

Jackson Alex-Ren

Sage couldn't help the way his eyebrows shot up, not the surprised chuckle. "Since when do I run more than you," he noted with a slight tone of amusement, but soon enough shrugged and made for the door, having finished lacing his boots up. He did a few quick stretches and exercises before he actually started running, so he would be out front of the cabin for a few minutes...maybe five or so.

He did wonder when Jackson had slowed down. Of course, the guy also looked.. not healthy, so maybe he was just sick? He wasn't sure....if he was sick he wouldn't be on the field trip, would he? He sighed and shook his head, trying not to think too deeply about it. He did wonder if he would apologize.. he still felt terrible about all this, that had happened between them. But he'd seen how Jackson felt towards him. He doubted an apology would be received.

Once he was done stretching, he stood up, adjusting his headphones so they didn't bother his earrings, since he had so many of them by now that his left ear was pretty well covered, and his right wasn't much better. Either way, it hurt if the ear pieces pressed against them a certain way, so he fiddled with his headphones for a moment before turning the music up and taking a deep breath of the crisp morning air.

Jackson Alex-Ren

Sage had just started jogging when the horn sounded, and he honestly let out a yelp before slapping a hand over his mouth as he darted into the bushes, heart hammering as he tried to catch his breath and quench the panic the noise had caused. He crouched there, frozen, before getting his emotions under control enough so jog slowly towards the group of students. He really didn't want to go with them, but he also didn't have a choice.

He wasn't prepared for Jackson to suddenly pop up from nowhere behind him, so when he crashed through the bushes sage nearly jumped out of his skin, letting out a string of curses before he calmed himself enough to give the other male a bewildered look. "oh ..." He sort of muttered in response to his comments. He shifted his weight awkwardly, a light blush spreading across his cheeks as he nervously sucked his lower lip into his mouth, to gue fiddling with the ring there. "You didn't start it," he sighed, taking his headphones off and draping them around his neck. "I shouldn't have gotten out of hand," he added, holding his hand out and cocking his head slightly. "start over," he asked softly, half expecting the other boy to slap his hand away or something.

A sudden thought suddenly hit him ...he'd always been left handed, but now he was using his right to do things. Because his left was blown off in the battle area somewhere. Would he notice something was wrong? Sure, he was ambidextrous as a kid, but he'd always used his left hand, and fought anyone who'd said left handed people were weird. Shoot.

Sage felt his shoulders relax when Jackson reached to take his hand and he shook it firmly. He couldn't help but notice the boys comment about using the other hand, but chose to ignore it. He wasn't sure how to respond to that one....he didn't want anyone to know about the prosthetic. It was an odd feeling, really. He was still getting used to the fact that he only had one hand now himself.

Sage sort of shrugged in response to his other comments though, letting out a small sigh as he moved to trail along behind the rest of the students, talking to his....ex, ex friend? That was confusing. "I'm not sure words can describe what went on down there," he murmured, but shook his head at Jackson's apology. "Well you didn't ship me off. I took off on my own accord," he snorted. He face softened slightly as he offered Jackson a small smile. "I'm still here. It's more than I can say for a lot of guys," he added softly, a look flashing across his face that seemed to age him ten years. It was gone as soon as it had come....but it had been there.

At his comment about being short, he wrinkled his nose in amusement and shoved Jackson lightly with his shoulder. "when did you get so damn tall," he retorted, giving him an amused look. "And don't worry, I could still pick you up and drop kick you into the moon," he chirped, obviously kidding but....he could definitely toss him across the room at least.