All in all the mere concept of not looking at your phone for a day or two wasn't that bad....if the person that had it for that time wasn't Jason. Gracie had sent her an average of one message every hour or so when she ran away from the dorm, appologizing for what had happened and more so getting worried that she didn't reply. "I'm really sorry, ok? Could you at least tell me that you are ok?" At least that still fitted the tory she told Jason a second ago.
They stopped tough once Gracie presumably went over to Jason's and shifted once she came back from there after Sabrina had made her rather ertraordinary entrance. "Hope you'll be better tomorrow. Have a nice evening at Jason's ." followed by a text this morning. "Sry that you're still not feeling too well. I asked some people to send you their notes per e-mail, Prof. Thumb wasn't too happy though that you would miss the test without a personal excuse, but I put my word in to defend you, so maybe you'll have some luck."
Checking her mail, she indeed finds notes for all the classes she misses up until now. Not the most readable at all times - doesn't this idiot have a ruler to draw lines? Or at least any other colered pen? - but atleast she had them. The most worrying mail of course came from her professor.
"Greetings Miss Dubois,
Your friend Miss Burns has told me about your incident and that you'll be unable to attend class or even write a formal mesage by the looks of it. I expect you to come to my office with a good explanation for your absence as soon as you can, or I'm gonna have to fail you. Nevertheless I hope you're gonna be well soon.
Best wishes,
Prof. Thumb"
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