I just realized: Martha isn't really behaving much like a medical student, is she? Well, duh, it's contagious if it's a plague! You don't need to be a medical student to figure that one out! Yeah, I kinda dumbed down some of the characters. Sorry about that.
Serenity is me.
I am serenity.
Interesting, perhaps.
But I've faced death before.
It's nothing new.
This is the calm.
The eye of the storm.
I wish it could last forever.
But I know it won't.
Nothing does.
Sarah Jane knew.
Everything has its time.
Everything ends.
She was right.
More so than she knew.
Sure.
It's all OK.
Now.
But the eternal pessimist within me.
Is still screaming.
IT WON'T LAST.
DON'T GET YOUR HOPES UP.
HOW COULD IT POSSIBLY TURN OUT RIGHT?
JUST GIVE UP NOW WHILE YOU CAN.
These wicked, spiteful voices.
Inside my head, they twist.
My opinions into cynical poison.
I can save her, yes.
BUT CAN YOU SAVE YOURSELF?
