walks_two_paths | Tuesday Morning, Room 217

Savannah was sitting in the chair by the window. She couldn't sleep and she didn't want to disturb Johnny. However, she also wanted to be where she could see him and make sure she wasn't alone in the room.

The last few days had been a worse hell than she could imagine.

Some evil version of her big brother almost killed her. Her whitelighter and one of her best friends either didn't know who she was or didn't like her for some reason -- though she hoped that when the spell that affected Wyatt was broken, it changed Chris back, too. Because if it hadn't... she didn't know what she was going to do.

Yesterday in class had not been of the good. Things had been awkward and painful between her and Wyatt... and obviously between he and Isabel.

It had led to Wyatt walking out of class and Savannah leaving, too. (And it was her favorite class).

She had tracked down Wyatt because she thought it would be better for him to hear what had happened between them from her. She felt bad for the pain and guilt he was in over all of this. She also felt wretched because there was a part of her that was still a little gunshy around him. She knew that she was like a sister to him and he would never have hurt her. Even so, that evil version... he had scared her and had hurt her deeply.

She sniffled quietly, feeling the tears start down her face.

This whole thing sucked.

It didn't help that Wyatt had healed her in class, but now she had another damn headache. She knew he had healed her. The headache had to be from stress, worry and lack of rest.

And because she promised him, she knew Johnny was taking her to the clinic as soon as ~~a post went up~~ he was ready to take her... probably after he wanted to know why she had gone to see Wyatt alone yesterday.

[[For the boyfriend]]

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Johnny roused slowly, yawning as he reached over to bring Savannah back up against him... only she wasn't there.

Sitting up, eyes still a little unfocused, he found her sitting by the window, crying. "Savannah," he said quietly; just her name, his expression full of worry and concern.

Savannah looked up at his voice. "I was trying not to wake you up," she said apologetically. "But I didn't want to leave the room and..."

"No... I... " he moved over, sitting on the edge of the bed, feet to the floor, hands over his lap. "Please don't cry. It's over. We're moving on, right?" But he was frowning now, slightly. "Why did you go see him last night?"

Savannah raised sad eyes to him. "He needed to know what he did to me so he could understand why I might be hesitant around him... and... I wanted to know why... why it happened."

"I think it was too soon for you to see him," he told her, not admitting himself that he went to see Wyatt.

Savannah nodded. "Maybe you're right... but he was in class and offered to heal me..."

He stared at her a moment. "Did you let him?"

Savannah nodded slowly. "I did. I was in pain and passing out in class and he offered to help." She swallowed. "I was scared because... but he didn't use his powers to hurt me. Only help me... but my head hurts." Probably from stress and worry and trying to deal with all of this.

"Why did you even go to class, Savannah?"

Savannah rubbed her forehead, trying to alleviate some of the pressure. "Because it's my favorite class and I forgot that Wyatt was in the class, too?" She looked at him. "And the last thing I could was hide in here alone all day."

"No, but the first thing you could have done was let me take you to the cinic," he said. But Savannah, he was learning by now, was very stubborn.

"I know," she said quietly. "You're right."

Johnny pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes a moment before he let out a rush of air. "So you will let me take you, today?"

Savannah nodded. Her head hurt and she knew that no matter how much Wyatt had healed on her, Johnny would feel better if the clinic checked her out. "Yes, I will."

"Good," he said. "Will you have a problem if I asked you to leave Wyatt alone for a while. Just until things calm down more or less?"

"I told him that I needed time to deal with all of this and he said he would give me all of the time I need." She let out what was trying to be a laugh, but came out as a choked sob. "Never thought I'd have to tell my big brother that I needed some time to deal with..."

"Savannah, god," he came up, stepped over to the chair and gently eased her up so he could sit and hold her in his lap. His arms went around her. "Don't cry, please. I should have punched him last night when I had a chance," he mumbled the last, almost to himself.

Savannah held onto him, shaking her head. "No, no, Johnny. Wyatt is beating himself up worse than anyone could right now."

"I know," he replied. "That's what stayed my hand."

"I'll get past this... right?" She had buried her face in his chest.

His hands moved over her, comforting her, doing what he could to ease her pain mentally. "You will. I promise. Trust me, Savannah."

Savannah nodded as she held him. "I do trust you."

"I'm going to shower then I'm taking you to the clinic." He paused. "Want to come with me?"

There was nothing sexual in that look when he asked that, which probably showed just how her exhaustion and mental distress was affecting her.

"Can I?" She swallowed. "Or I can stay here with the door locked."

There was nothing sexual at all about it. It was more of an offer of comfort. Maybe to wash her hair for her, her back, carefully keeping her close. And maybe the shower would help her feel better, relax her a little more.

"You can come with me. I'll help you, okay?"

Savannah nodded, and then nodded again. "Okay." She felt ridiculously weak, but she really needed to be close to him right now.

He looked at her closely. "A bath instead? You could lean back against me..." okay, now his mind might have slipped a bit, picturing what he just said. "Uh..."

"Which is better for you?"

"That's probably not a question you should ask me," he replied truthfully, his cheeks a little red given the circumstances and her condition.

"Whichever is more comfortable for you, Johnny."

He groaned, held his face in his hands, and made sure the blankets were covering him in all the right places. It was morning, after all. "I'll be happy with your decision," he squeaked out.

"Bath?"

Oh god. "Yep, sounds great babe." But he wasn't moving. Not yet.

Savannah wasn't dumb and guessed why he hadn't moved.

"Maybe... maybe I should stay here and wait for you?"

He looked over at her. "I'm that readable, eh? God, I'm sorry. It's just been a while and..." he shrugged. "I'll behave myself if you'd like to soak. Seriously."

"It's like that for me, too, sweetheart..." She said with a smile. "I can't make that same promise."

"Savannah... you're in no condition..."

She let out a breath. "Yeah... I know. Shower then so you can help me wash my hair?"

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