Savannah Levine

After the memorial service for Bart, Savannah returned to her room. She changed into one of Johnny's t-shirts and a pair of flannel pajama pants, before grabbing her laptop and getting back into the bed.

She was still wiped out and feeling weak... and if she was honest with herself, part of it was her own fault for the way she had worn down her energy reserves both last week and while she was sick.

Sick with an illness that had killed a student.

She hadn't really known Bart, had only talked to him a couple of times at Turtle and Canary, but the fact of the matter was that he was a fellow student. He was a young kid, like her and Johnny and so many others. He didn't deserve to die.

He died from a plague that was purposefully created to wipe out people who were different.

It had killed everyone on the island three hundred years ago. It had made almost half of the island sick this week. It had killed someone. It could have killed them all.

( The entire island was cut off and they all could have died -- and no one would have known. )

Savannah stopped typing and copied the e-mail into a notepad and saved it. She closed the e-mail program, but ended up leaving the notepad program open.

There was no way she could send that e-mail to Elena.

Savannah bit her lip, trying to stop the sobs that were bubbling up and threatening to overwhelm her. She just sat there, looking at the recap of the week she was writing.


[[OOC: Open for the boyfriend or anyone else. She's a little bit emo.]]