Chapter 4
All sorts of different pill bottles lay on top of the counter. There were nearly a hundred at least that Karen and Jack had found. She picked the nearest one up and examined it. "Jackie, I can't do this. It's like throwing away my own children."
"Karen..." Jack looked at her sternly. "Twenty-eight days, need I say more."
"Oh, alright." Karen frowned at him and then unscrewed the pill bottle for the last time. She poured its contents into the toilet and then tossed the empty bottle into the trashcan. "I hope you're happy." She sneered as she opened the next one, repeating the same process as before. "The next few weeks sure are going to be hell for me." She said under her breath, reaching for the next one.
"I'll be here, Kare. I know it's going to be tough, but we'll get through it." Jack smiled, and watched on.

They fell asleep together after a movie, Jack staying up a bit later to watch as Karen slept. She was so peaceful, so beautiful.

Withdrawal and morning sickness. Karen sat in front of the toilet, vomiting whatever was in her system, which couldn't be that much since she hadn't really eaten anything for dinner the night before. She'd been too upset about the divorce and Jack had come home. She couldn't think straight; every time she thought the vomiting was over it came back. First a pang in her stomach and then she'd fall forward, puking in the toilet. After another long round, she sat back on her knees and brushed wet hair from her face. The motion caused her to go into another bout of vomiting.

Jack, upon hearing her distressed cries coming from the bathroom, awoke. He blinked several times, remembering where he was and why. Fully awake he jumped up and ran to the bathroom. He opened the door and found Karen sitting with her head over the toilet. He scrunched up his face, disgusted by others puke. But he had promised he'd be there for her, so he went through all her drawers and found a hair thing. Quickly he went to her and pulled her hair out of her face and put it in the ponytail holder. He felt her forehead. She was burning. He suddenly felt scared. She was really sick. "It's going to be okay, Karen." Jack whispered, trying to reassure himself as well as her. He quickly ran from the bathroom and out into the hallway. "Rosario!" He called. "Rosario!"

"What?" He heard her monotoned Spanish voice call as she rounded the corner.

"Call 911, we need to get Karen to the Emergency room." Jack cried. For a second Rosario just stood there, trying to understand what Jack was saying. "Go!" Jack screamed. Rosario nodded and turned, running for the nearest phone. Jack immediately went back to Karen; he sat down beside her. He'd never seen her in so much pain before.

For a brief second Karen turned her head and looked at him. Her weariness was clearly evident in her eyes. She looked tired, worn out, like she wanted to go back to bed, but suddenly she jerked forward and started vomiting again.

All Jack could do was sit there and rub her back, waiting impatiently for the paramedics to arrive.