Savannah's nose had wrinkled in slight disgust at the mention of toast, only to crinkle further at the mention of Chelsea as family. Yes, she understood that they were all stuck together, the whole merry lot of them, but to use the term family? That was going a little far.
"Molly," she interrupted gently. Her face seemed pale, despite the tan, and drawn. Pretending to smile and to be happy seemed the most natural thing in the world to Savannah, for whom the lines between reality and make-believe were often difficult to determine. When she was in that world of pretend, it was all-but impossible for most to see the strain underneath, but now, with everything so out in the open, it was distinctly noticeable.
"Please don't take this the wrong or anything -- it's nice you care and stuff -- but you shouldn't worry about me, okay?" The smile she wore seemed tired and old. This was something Savannah had been battling for a long time, something which, at times, seemed insurmountable.
And there were times -- times like these -- where she didn't want to recover, because, at least there was solace in the disease...
"There are totally other people who need you to worry about them -- like Sean."