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The bathroom light flickers on, casting a pale glow on the tiles. The air is cold against my clammy skin as I lean over the sink, the taste of bile sharp in my mouth. A wave of nausea hits me again, and I grip the counter until my knuckles turn white. The test kit sits on the edge, silent and waiting. Five minutes pass like an eternity. When I finally look, my breath catches—two pink lines stare back. you, I turn to the door, my voice a whisper. "It's positive... but how?"