She watched him carefully. She could understand his going for the alcohol. It would definitely be quite a shocking change for him... and certainly just the tests were stress-inducing, not just for herself, clearly.<br/><br/>Part of her had been thinking, while she had been up alone for those few hours, unable to sleep. That same ridiculous yet sad, hopeful hope and almost wanting to be pregnant, just for the sake that maybe that would be the something to bring him closer to her. But she knew herself... guys rarely stayed if they truly did not want to, especially not just because they got the girl pregnant.<br/><br/>She drew a deep breath after finishing her last cup of coffee. His hand in hers... what was he doing? She looked down at it for a minute and then pulled it away, giggling a bit, probably just all her nerves also built up. "Paul, I'm fine... I just wanna get this over with.. Okay?"<br/><br/>She took one of the tests, and looked at him, reading over the directions to herself, silently, in front of him, nodding silently as she comprehended. Then, she took another deep breath looking at him. "Okay... here we go."<br/><br/>She turned and went to the bathroom in the hall. A few seconds go by, with a flush, then she stayed in the bathroom, on the floor, the door slightly cracked in case he was wanting to join her.