(it's alright! I've been super busy with school so I haven't been on a whole bunch myself recently haha. No worries! :) )

Sage had struggled as long as he possibly could, even though most of his efforts brought hardly any movement once the medicine they'd stuck him with took effect. He didn't pass out completely, but he could feel his body simply going limp. He couldn't move very much at all. He did his best, of course, not liking being manhandled by a bunch of nurses he didn't know. If they'd have just explained what they were doing, and allowed him to calm down for a moment before drugging him and immediately getting to work doing ....whatever they were doing to him, maybe he'd be a bit more cooperative. He might mouth off at them, sure, but if they needed to stitch him up or... something, he'd probably have let them. He'd have complained, and probably asked to just do it himself, but ultimately they'd have gotten their job done with a lot less fuss.

He tried to calm down a little and figure out what was going on after a while, but whatever drug they'd given him had knocked his brain out pretty darn well, so their voices really only swirled together and hurt his head even more. It was already pounding from the commotion, so he just gave up after a while and closed his eyes, exhausted from the last few hours. He couldn't help but drift off as his body betrayed him, despite doing his best to stay awake. To figure out what all was going on.

He woke up later, comfortable despite the immediate swirl of groggy thoughts as he attempted to sit up but couldn't. He blinked a few times, glancing over at the padded rope that had tied his hands to the bedside rail. He let out a frustrated grumbled to himself, shifting on an attempt to figure out what had happened. His left hand was free, but when he moved to use it to get up, and caught a glimpse of it, he froze, mind going blank. Or ...rather, he caught a glimpse of the fact that there was no hand there. Just a stump wrapped in bandages.

He felt his breath hitch, and he sunk back into the pillows, mind whirling again. What had happened? Where was he? What happened to his hand? How was he supposed to fight, to protect himself, without it? He didn't have any answers. He tried to quench the rising panic in his chest again, knowing he needed to stay calm and figure things out, but he just...couldn't. No one had explained anything, they'd just knocked him out and left. If he wasn't so confused, and honestly scared about the whole situation, maybe he'd have been a bit more cooperative. But right now, he didn't even know if these people were friend or foe.