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Elara laughed slightly when he spoke, smiling back at him, the small hint of humor needed within the heavy feeling surrounding the area. "Yeah, guess you're right." She mused, heading out. <<<<<>>>>> Elara eventually finished cooking the deer, bringing in a plate and setting it on the small table next to the bed before cleaning up a few things and heading back outdoors.
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Sage had spent most of the day in a light sleep, not really able to do much else. Besides, it didn't hurt when he was asleep, though he never did let himself go deep enough to have nightmares. Those were worse than the physical pain. He shifted slightly from where he'd curled up in the midst of the blankets when he heard the door open, and thanked Elara when she set the food down next to him. He reached for it, only tj out the plate back with a groan when his stomach decided it wasn't ready to have anything in it yet.
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"You alright? Need anything?" She asked softly when Sage groaned, stilling her cutting as she looked at him.
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Sage shook his head slightly, just curling back up under the covers. "I'm alright...just not ready to eat yet, I guess," he grumbled. He'd need to eat and drink...but if he ate anything else he'd likely throw up. Wonderful.
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"Alright, take you're time." Elara asked of him, finishing cutting some of the meat she'd brough in before walking back out with it.
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Sage nodded with a small smile, just flopping back onto the mattress, though slowly so he wouldn't hurt hismelf even more. He sort of drifted off again after a while, though woke to a sharp pain in his stomach...worse than before. He sat up quickly, but didn't even manage to sit up, he could only roll to the side so the vomit hit the floor instead of the sheets. The only thing was...it wasn't food. It was blood. He sort of stared at the puddle of blood on the floor, panting heavily before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand shakily. "Hey...Elara," he called. "You have a mop?"
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"Yeah?" She called, walking back in and stopping short of the puddle of red, looking down at it. "Well, that's no good. And maybe, i'm not too sure." Elara said, unfazed as she walked back out and came back with some water and a mop from the shed outside before starting to mop it up. "You okay? Need anything?" The woman asked him, glancing up.
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Sage was admittedly still a little dazed when she came in, shrugging as she asked in he needed anything. "Depends on whether I'm actively bleeding out in my stomach or not," he noted. It was probably a little concerning he mentioned it so casually and honestly didn't care very much. "Although a bucket might be easier than mopping every time I do this," he added with a tired sigh.
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Elara nodded, finishing mopping and dumping the water before setting the bucket by the bed, in range for him to get to. She wrung the mop out before putting it back up and bringing him a cup of water from the creek, sifting through the medicines. "Do you need anything else?" The woman asked, finding nothing besides the ointment for his cuts.
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Sage just took the bucket tiredly and shook his head with a sigh. "Don't think so," he mumbled, admittedly half asleep, words already slurring. "If I don't wake up take care of Liz, yeah," he added, phrasing it as a sort of joke even though he knew it was a very real possibility.
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