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Jack had arrived a little while after Will's phone call. He was excited to learn about Will and Karen's bet. He too had been worried about her unhealthy habits ever since he met her. He was glad that somebody finally got her to at least look at the error in her ways.

She awoke feeling only a slight pain in her head. She rolled over and jumped a little as she found Jack staring at her. He smiled as she stood from the bed.

"Morning Poodle." She greeted, putting her slippers and glasses on and getting ready to head to the kitchen.

"Good morning Karebear." He replied, standing from the bed and grabbing her hand. They walked down to the kitchen together, making small talk along the way.

They sat down at the table and Rosario poured them two cups of coffee. Will had found her before he left the night before and told her that pills and alcohol were not allowed. When Karen took a sip of her coffee she nearly spit it across the table.

"Ew, is this what coffee is supposed to taste like?" she asked, completely disgusted.

"Yes, Miss Karen." Rosario said, secretly happy as well that Karen had accepted the bet.

"Well, it's repulsive." She replied. Jack laughed and she gave him a death glare. "What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing." He replied. "Let's go get dressed." He pulled her up from her seat and they rushed into her closet. She was angry that she lost her contact lenses and she would have to wear her glasses for a while. She really wanted a martini. It was then she decided that the next two days were going to be harder than she imagined.

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"Grace, would you stop breathing down my neck?" Karen snarled as she sat at her desk, going through a magazine.

"I'm all the way across the room." Grace replied. Her assistant looked up from the magazine and smiled sheepishly.

"Oh, sorry." She said. She looked over to Jack who was sitting on the couch under the window. She had gone ten hours without any pills or alcohol. She didn't know that it would be so hard. Her head was pounding and she was sweating more than she had in the past year. The biggest problem, she was so cold that it caused her to shiver. She wondered how a person could feel cold at the same time that they were sweating.

"How are you feeling, Karebear?" Jack asked, raising his head from his magazine. "You look really pale."

"I'm fine, honey." She replied. She was beginning to feel nauseous.

"Are you sure?" He stood and walked over to stand by her desk. He leaned down and looked into her eyes.

"Yes. Why do you keep asking so many questions? I told you I'm fine so I am." She snapped. She realized that she may have hurt his feelings and tried to backtrack without seeming too tactful. "Sorry, honey." He just smiled softly.

"It's okay Kare." He replied. "Hey, you want to go to dinner tonight? We'll invite Will and Grace."

"No, Poodle. I don't feel so hot. I think I'm going to just go home and go to bed." She replied. Normally the idea of going to dinner with Will and Grace would have been great. However, in her current state, she didn't feel like going out.

"You can leave now if you're not feeling well." Grace said from her desk. "It's six o'clock anyways."

"Thanks, Gracie. Maybe I will go home." Karen said as she tidied up her desk. "I'll see you tomorrow." She stood from her chair and swayed for a moment.

"Karen?" Jack spoke, startled by the fact that she wasn't moving. She just kept her gaze on the floor. All of a sudden, her hand flew to her mouth and she ran to the bathroom. Grace and Jack were left staring after her. "I guess she really isn't okay."

"Jack, she's going through withdrawal. I can't believe Will got her to stop everything."

"Maybe I should go after her. You know I don't even let her go to the bathroom by herself. She's sneaky sometimes." He said as he walked towards the bathroom. "Bye G."

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After Jack and Karen went back to her manse, she went straight to the bathroom. Jack had never seen her move that quickly. She actually ran. He followed her after he picked up her purse and coat that were discarded on the floor.

"I can't do this, Poodle." She whispered when he found her lying on the floor of the bathroom. She was shaking and tears of exertion were flowing from her eyes. Her cheek was pressed to the cold tile of the floor.

"Oh my gosh." He said as he leaned down and brushed her hair out of her face. He reached up on the vanity and grabbed a washcloth. He drenched it with cold water and wiped her face with it. She allowed him to wash her face, a little apprehensive about the absence of her makeup, but stopped thinking when another wave of nausea churned in her stomach. She quickly sat up and vomited into the toilet. Jack rubbed her back in comfort as she finished.

"I'm going to bed." She said softly. She tried to stand up, but her legs fell weak. Jack picked her up, unable to watch her suffer while walking to her bedroom. "Thanks Poodle." She said as he laid her on the bed. He pulled a large, soft blanket over her and tucked her shivering body into bed. He stayed with her for a half an hour before she finally fell asleep.

"Will, I need you to come over here." Jack said into his cell phone. He called Will as soon as he left Karen's bedroom.

"Jack? What's wrong?"

"I can't watch her suffer like this. She's puking all the time, she's sweating and she's shaking. I can't be here for this." He said. He was almost in tears, but with very good reason.

"Where is she now?" He asked, panicked.

"I finally got her to sleep. She's in bed."

"I'll be right over. I'll stay with her until she's okay."

"Thanks Will. I just can't watch her like this."

"I know. I'm on my way."