Sage shrugged in response to her comment, nose wrinkling slightly. "Maybe not some of the patients. Though, most patients I see are unconscious or we knock out pretty quickly to intubate and crack em open," he noted with a slight grimace. It sounded worse than how he'd meant that. He chuckled softly when she mentioned his name and nodded. "I was born in Croatia...my mom and I came here when I was six. Its sort of a combination of two languages and cultures," he noted, cocking his head slightly when she mentioned her name. "Like the state? That's cool," he mused as he thought about it. "I hope they do...though I'm not sure what they'll be waking up to," he sighed, glancing at his watch. "I'm stuck here with near corpses pretty often. Though, normally once they wake up I get things thrown at my head so I'd almost rather this," he chuckled. It really wasn't funny, and patients often hurt him, sometimes more seriously. He'd been shot, stabbed, drugged since they got their hands on a shot sitting by them, you name it and it had probably happened ...and he never got much help for it either. He covered a lot of situations up with humor though ...and it worked pretty well. "I should get back to seeing patients," he noted after a moment. "Need anything else before I go," he asked, mostly since it was his job. But part of him just ....really, really was anted her to like him. Just a little bit.

Florida nodded. "That's pretty cool actually. Croatia... Is is bad that I don't know where that it?"She masked her embarassment with a grin. "My name means absoluely nothing. Yours atleast has character." She walked in a circle while he talked, her brain wandering off before it was suddenly jerked back into the prsent. "Things thrown at your head?"She gaped at him. When he got up to leave she stepped infront of him, blocking his path. He was much taller than her and he looked like he could rip her to shreds, but she put her hands on her hips and stred up at him. "Why would you keep doing this-" she stretched out her hands to motion toward the silent hospital "-if you know someone could hurt you? Atleast my antics were harmless!" She stopped. "I am sorry about all thay by the way. But let me come. I've got nothing better to do and my book has probably been burned and exploded and is missing half of the pages." She looked outside where she had left her book in the branches of the tree. "I don't need anything other than something to cure boredom. You got any meds for that?" she dropped the joke in, biting her lip so she didn't crack at her own joke. How dorky would that be?

Sage hummed with a shrug and a nod. "It's a lovely country. Well, when it's not war torn," he murmured. He did miss the place....it was really what he'd always considered his home, and that's where his mother was buried. "It's down sort of by Italy, I'm southern Europe," he he told her with a slight chuckle. "And most people have never heard of it," he added. He hated when she stepped in front of him, blinking down at her, rather surprised at her sudden...outburst? If you could call it that. He let out a sort of breath in response to her comment, shrugging slightly as he slid his hands deeper into the pockets of his lab coat. "I can do something here," he murmured. "Quite bluntly, the world sucks. People here are privileged and spoiled and rotten to each other. In here I can at least help people when they need it. Even if they don't appreciate it right away." There was more to it, of course, but....that was as personal as he wabted it to get. It was already pretty personal. Though, he offered her a grin when she apologized for her earlier behavior. "It's alright," he murmured. "You barely did anything," he mused. "Stay of you want," he noted after a moment, chuckling slightly at her joke and shrugged. "I mean, I have plenty of drugs if you want to enjoy yourself, though I wouldn't recommend taking any of those," he joked right back, moving along again. "You can come with me if you want," he added, not morning the company at all.

Florida shook her head. "I still don't get it..." She let her hands drop from her hips, her weight settled on her good leg. "Why not be a therapist or something? You could help people and hopefully not get attacked both at the same time" She tilted her head up so she could see Sage better. "And I didn't 'barely do anything'. I was a total jerk." She stepped to the side, staying just to his right. "Eh. Maybe your drugs won't work after all. Darn" She supressed a giggle, though the grin that spread across her lips was inevitable. Flo crossed her arms. For some reason, her mind found its way back to her mother and her expression shifted. What if her mother was dead? What if she was wounded and suffering? All of the what ifs spun in her mind, making her brain hurt. She stood in silence for a monet before catching up to Sage, her two strides making up for his one. "can we see Grace first?" She pictured her best friend laying in the bed and a shiver ran down her spine

Sage shrugged in response to her comment, chuckling, though it was a slightly bitter one. "Well, to explain it any further you'd need to know my whole backstory, and neither of us really want to talk about that," he mused lightly, though it really wasn't something he'd ever shared. With anyone. It was honestly deep, dark secrets. And it would probably always be that way. Though, her joke formed a grin on his face, and he nodded, checking his chart. 'yeah, she's up first," he noted, heading off in the direction of the girls room and checking her over once they got there. "The surgery site looks good, vitals are stable," he informed the girl. "She's slight tackycardic but the IV will slowly help with that and bring her back to normal," he added. They were moving off again after that, checking on the rest of the patients that had been left. The others had cleared out that morning, and while he felt the doom of it all settling on his shoulders, he just kept his schedule normal and continued to check up on patients.

Florida walked silently until they reached Graces room. "oh..." she stared at the girl as she laid on the bed. "so she'll be okay?" she asked, her voice soft. She pulled a chair up next to her friends bed and lightly held her hand. "is she conscious?" She couldn't believe that the one person who had kept her functioning on a daily basis was lying helplessly on a hospital bed as people were bombed all around them. When Sage went to the other patients, she jumped up. "hey do you think there is anyone else out there that needs your help?" she looked out the window at the school... or what was left of it. big black smoke rose from the rubble. Flo wrapped her arms around herself as if giving herself a hug could erase everything that had happened

Sage glanced over at Florida when she asked about her friend and nodded. "I think so," he noted. "There's so reason to think otherwise," he added with a shrug. At her next question he shook his head, noting a few things on her chart. "No, but she's not in a coma or anything. She might be able to hear you if you talk to her." He wasn't sure about that, but it normally made people feel better if they thought the patient could hear them. Hed moved on soon enough, and glanced over at the school with a quick shake of his head. "Everyone where the bomb hit would have been exploded into teeny tiny pieces, and everyone around the blast area wouldn't died of either heat, smoke, or another injury in less than a minute," he told her gently. "I checked everyone outside the school too...after I found grace. No one else made it," he murmured. It was awful, but he'd learned that awful thing happened and all you could do was push those negative emotions down and live with it.

Tears stung at the corners of her eyes at Sages words. Everyone she had ever known was gone. She was all alone now except for the unconcious girl laying on the bed. Floridas bottom lip trembled as she stared at the rubble. "Is there a bathroom somewhere close?" she asked Sage, keeping her back toward him. She hated people seeing her cry, but it was inevitable now. She couldn't stop the waterworks now that they had started. A tear slid down her freckled cheek and she wiped it away

Sage glanced up from the chart, nose twitching when he smelled the sudden change in the girl's emotions. He could tell she was trying to hold it together, but was clearly failing. He chose not to mention it though and nodded before realizing she wasn't looking at him so he'd have to verbally say yes to her. "it's down the hall to the right. Three doors," he noted. "and...I'm sorry if I was too blunt or descriptive about that," he added in a sort of murmur. "You get used to things like this after a while. Theyd all have gone quick, so that's something at least," he sighed. It never really got easier...death, he meant. But he'd grown up in setting like this, and worked on trauma cases day in and out. Only around half the patients that came in made it, and often they had lifelong consequences. Many lived but were brean dead and could only live hooked up to a vent and such. It was a hard lifestyle, but he needed to work. And..it helped keep him going. It was something to focus on.

Florida was about to take off toward the bathroom when he spoke again. "you're fine... I'm just too sensitive" she brushed past him then closed the bathroom door behind her. She splashed water onto her face, her skin all splotchy and her makeup running. She wiped it all off then took a deep breath. She looked like a nerdy middle school girl again excet for the glasses and she shook her head. Florida eventually walked out feeling a little better. "Sage? Where ya at?" She called, looking around for him and getting lost. All sense of direction had been flushed down the drain the second she could tell what north and south were