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“Shit. Sorry.” Jean moved quickly into the room as he heard the bang of her head colliding with the desk. However, the scowl she sent his way stopped him in his tracks, at least for a few seconds before he slowly moved closer. “What has Owen done this time?” He asked. Watching her rub her head, Jean frowned. “Are you sure you are okay?”
“My chocolate. It’s gone. All of it.” She muttered as she pushed herself up from her crouched position and moved over to her bed where she dropped in defeat. “What’s okay? I’m not sure anything will ever be okay again.” She stared off distracted at the thought of her missing chocolate, however still fully aware of the throbbing ache her skull was currently feeling. She subconsciously lifted her hand to gently rub her head in hopes of easing the pain, not even aware she was doing so.











