Karen sat on the right side of the couch and Will the left. They were still and quiet, barely even breathing. Suddenly a timer went off and they both jumped. "Oh my god." Karen breathed, putting a hand to her heart, as if to keep it from jumping out. Her pulse was racing. She turned to see Will having the same reaction. He turned to meet her stare. They were about to find out.
"What do we do now?" Will asked.
"Well, honey, we see if the strip is blue. If it is we are, if it isn't we..." She couldn't say it. All of this for nothing would be horrible. "I can't look." She shook her head.
"Well, neither can I." Karen glared at him. "Or... maybe... I can." Will turned, breaking eye contact. He sat there for a moment longer, then slowly stood up. He was afraid. He felt his heart pumping, his pulse racing. He walked tediously to the bathroom and ducked in side. Karen closed her eyes and looked away, she didn't want to know. It was too soon. She wasn't ready, or was she? She felt so confused; she just wanted to run to the kitchen and down a bottle of vodka.
"OH, MY GOD. KAREN!" Will cried from the bathroom.