Room 217,Early Sunday Morning

Savannah was laying on the bed with Destiny curled against her. Every few minutes, Destiny would nuzzle her, and then lick her in the puppy's attempt to comfort her.

She was not asleep. She hadn't even tried to sleep -- even though there were times that her body fought to render her unconscious. She hadn't had enough energy to cast a healing spell of any kind, but she had managed to gather enough to cast a pain relieving spell so she wasn't completely miserable.

However, it wasn't her physical pain that she was focused on... it was her emotional state.

Wyatt... Wyatt had hurt her. He had talked about killing her if she didn't learn to obey him. That, in and of itself had cut her in a very deep way. Then there was Chris. He had pretended not to know her and that had almost hurt worse than the fact that she got her ass handed to her in the fight.

Chris and Wyatt had been two of her first friends here. They were two of her best friends. Wyatt was... had been... was her big brother and Chris was her whitelighter... and her brother, too.

So she had thought.

When she had run into Chris on Friday, she had assumed he had been gremlin bit. She assumed the same thing of Wyatt yesterday. She had been so very, very wrong. Gremlin bite victims didn't become violent. Gremlin bite victims didn't have unfortunate facial hair that apparently was sentient enough to turn you evil.

Johnny had gone after Wyatt when he heard what happened and she didn't know what had transpired between the two of them. She had been too upset and worried about him to push him on it.

Savannah Levine had never trusted easily, and now two people that she trusted had turned on her and were acting really... well, very un-Halliwell guy like. She didn't know what was going on with them and she really... To be honest, part of her wanted to kick their asses as soon as she was able. And she would -- as soon as she figured out what was wrong with them and how to change it. Then she would kick their asses for them.

She needed to check on Isabel and Summer to make sure that they were okay... but right now, she wasn't fond of the idea of leaving her room.


[[For the boyfriend.]]

Room 217,Early Sunday Morning

Savannah was laying on the bed with Destiny curled against her. Every few minutes, Destiny would nuzzle her, and then lick her in the puppy's attempt to comfort her.

She was not asleep. She hadn't even tried to sleep -- even though there were times that her body fought to render her unconscious. She hadn't had enough energy to cast a healing spell of any kind, but she had managed to gather enough to cast a pain relieving spell so she wasn't completely miserable.

However, it wasn't her physical pain that she was focused on... it was her emotional state.

Wyatt... Wyatt had hurt her. He had talked about killing her if she didn't learn to obey him. That, in and of itself had cut her in a very deep way. Then there was Chris. He had pretended not to know her and that had almost hurt worse than the fact that she got her ass handed to her in the fight.

Chris and Wyatt had been two of her first friends here. They were two of her best friends. Wyatt was... had been... was her big brother and Chris was her whitelighter... and her brother, too.

So she had thought.

When she had run into Chris on Friday, she had assumed he had been gremlin bit. She assumed the same thing of Wyatt yesterday. She had been so very, very wrong. Gremlin bite victims didn't become violent. Gremlin bite victims didn't have unfortunate facial hair that apparently was sentient enough to turn you evil.

Johnny had gone after Wyatt when he heard what happened and she didn't know what had transpired between the two of them. She had been too upset and worried about him to push him on it.

Savannah Levine had never trusted easily, and now two people that she trusted had turned on her and were acting really... well, very un-Halliwell guy like. She didn't know what was going on with them and she really... To be honest, part of her wanted to kick their asses as soon as she was able. And she would -- as soon as she figured out what was wrong with them and how to change it. Then she would kick their asses for them.

She needed to check on Isabel and Summer to make sure that they were okay... but right now, she wasn't fond of the idea of leaving her room.


[[For the boyfriend.]]

Sunday Night, Room 226

It had sounded easy earlier when she went over everything with Isabel and Prue. They al worked out the plans and how to get this done and Wyatt and Chris back.

Earlier. Sounded.

Key words.

However, Savannah was not backing down from this, no matter how scared she was or how much she hurt.

She lay her hand against the knob and did her unlock spell. When she heard the lock click, she opened the door and gestured at her companion to follow her in.


[[OOC: For Prue and the evil teddy bear]]

Sunday Night, Room 226

It had sounded easy earlier when she went over everything with Isabel and Prue. They al worked out the plans and how to get this done and Wyatt and Chris back.

Earlier. Sounded.

Key words.

However, Savannah was not backing down from this, no matter how scared she was or how much she hurt.

She lay her hand against the knob and did her unlock spell. When she heard the lock click, she opened the door and gestured at her companion to follow her in.


[[OOC: For Prue and the evil teddy bear]]

Later Sunday Night, Room 217

After the Great Destruction of the Teddy Bear of Evil(TM), Savannah had handwavily left the bear in Prue's care. She still wanted to set the damn thing on fire.

However, some things were more important -- like getting to her room before she collapsed in front of Prue. Her friend had enough things on her mind, and she didn't plan to add herself to that list.

She was cussing herself out for being an idiot.

She should have gotten treated and taken care of last night, but she had been too stubborn and scared to go to the clinic.

Everything was hurting and her headache had gotten steadily worse. She wouldn't be surprised if she had a concussion.

Of course, depleting her energy yesterday and then overdoing it tonight on the damn bear had made things worse.

She got to her room and inside the door before she felt everything spinning around her. She made it to the bed and grabbed the phone to dial a number.


[[OOC: For the mother and the boyfriend.]]

Later Sunday Night, Room 217

After the Great Destruction of the Teddy Bear of Evil(TM), Savannah had handwavily left the bear in Prue's care. She still wanted to set the damn thing on fire.

However, some things were more important -- like getting to her room before she collapsed in front of Prue. Her friend had enough things on her mind, and she didn't plan to add herself to that list.

She was cussing herself out for being an idiot.

She should have gotten treated and taken care of last night, but she had been too stubborn and scared to go to the clinic.

Everything was hurting and her headache had gotten steadily worse. She wouldn't be surprised if she had a concussion.

Of course, depleting her energy yesterday and then overdoing it tonight on the damn bear had made things worse.

She got to her room and inside the door before she felt everything spinning around her. She made it to the bed and grabbed the phone to dial a number.


[[OOC: For the mother and the boyfriend.]]