Surprisingly, you do

Luck finally seems to favor you as you make it the rest of the night without incident. Everything you wore is ruined, unfortunately, including the boots. A quick shower and you're just about to slip into bed when you her a sound from your cell phone.

"Dr. Zimmer, 10:30," it reads, along with an address. Groaning you type back 'OK', secretly wishing Jacob had forgotten about your ploy.

"Oh well, what harm can it do?" you think as you flop onto the bed. In spite of the bright lights on the room shining down on your tossing and turning body you soon fall asleep, waking a few times in the night for quick bathroom trips before your alarm goes off at what seems like an obscenely early hour.

"Oh God," you mutter with a wince, feeling the soreness of your anus at the same time as you spy your blinking phone's reminder of your appointment. "Maybe I could tell him I felt better?"

Lying in the bright early morning light you stare out the floor-to-ceiling glass at the apartments surrounding your building, pondering the wisdom of lying once more to Jacob versus going to school. There is that test after lunch, after all, and your grade is borderline fail as it is.