She felt nauseous walking through the door to Lindsay's hospital room, from the looks of it her contraction had passed for the time being and she was laying on her back breathing deep holding the hand rail in place of Stella's hand.

"Where'd you go?" Lindsay asked, looking up at her friend.

"Mac's here. He spoke to Don, they're on the way." She said plainly, pushing some free strand of hair from her face.

"Weren't they at home? What's the hold up?" She looked concerned, Stella turned away from her and filled a cup of water and handed it to Lindsay.

"There... there was a car accident on fifth avenue, it's held up traffic from thirty fourth to Central park. Don't worry, they'll be here." She was shocked at how fast she could lie.

"God, I hope he gets here in time. I would hate for him to wait for his daughter to be born and miss the whole thing because of traffic." She put a hand on her belly as another contraction started. "Oh god!"

"It's alright, remember to breath. Shh... shh... there you go!" Stella coached, holding her hand as Lindsay cried in pain. "He'll be here." She hoped she was right.

Pacing back and forth was beginning to be painful as Don waited outside the surgical ward waiting for word on his best friend. When the pacing no longer helped, he leaned backwards against the wall in the hallway waiting for anyone to tell him everything would be alright. Taping his foot impatiently against the ground he watched as Mac walked slowly up the hall and stood next to him, mimicing his stance.

"Any word?" His voice was low, as if they were at a funeral.

"Nah, nothing yet. I talked to a nurse, she said she'd get an update for us." Staring ahead as he answered half hearted.

"You weren't buggin' her were you?" Mac smiled.

"She rolled her eyes, if that helps any?" Don looked up with a smile.

"He'll be alright, Don." He said in a hopeful tone.

"What if he's not?" He shook his head and wiped his eyes.

"Don't think like that. I don't think any of us can afford the negativity."

"It's not like that. It's logical." He moved back to his familiar form of pacing. "After he got sick I did some digging and found out that one of every five patients that undergo this surgery survive. Twenty percent, Mac!"

"We all know the risks, but-" He attempted.

"It's not a risk, he either survives or he doesn't." Don threw his hands up in the air. "I'm not ready to be the Godfather for a dying man." Tears fell from his eyes.

"What are you talking about?" Mac stood straight from his last statement.

"I'm the Godfather to Lindsay and Danny's baby. When you say yes to something like that, it never usually applies!" Shaking his head he dropped his chin to his chest and stopped pacing.

"They asked you because they want you in their daughter's life, and Danny trusts you to do the right thing if anything were to ever happen. You have to trust that he is going to over come this." Mac put a hand on his shoulder. Looking up from his tears he gave a weak nod.

"You're right. I'm sorry." He shook off his tears and cleared his throat. "Now, where did that nurse go?" Mac smiled as Don pretended everything was fine, once again.

After yet another contraction, a Doctor came into Lindsay's room, she was covered in sweat and looked utterly exhausted.

"Oh god, tell me you brought drugs with you!" She said sitting forward in bed.

"Hello, Lindsay. How are you feeling?" She asked with a smile. The doctor was young, mid thirties with blond hair that was pulled back in a tight bun.

"Fucking great! I'm great! Can I please have drugs?" She said sarcastically. The doctor laughed, pulling a stool up to her bed.

"I just need to check your cervix first." She pulled gloves on. "I'm Dr. Cannon, Lindsay the nurses tell me we're waiting on the father?" She questioned.

"Yeah... traffic." She made a face as Dr. Cannon pulled up her gown and checked her.

"Eight centimeters, we're moving quickly. I don't think we can do an epidural but we can give you something for the pain." She stood up taking off the gloves.

"What? What do you mean? What is she talking about Stella?" She grabbed Stella, pulling her towards her with strength she didn't know she had.

"Most woman would be happy with how fast your labour is moving along. With only two centimeters left, we don't have time for an epidural." She explained marking her chart.

"I have been sitting here for two, TWO fucking hours and no one has given me as much as an aspirin! Now you tell me I'm too close! Are you kidding me?" She yelled. The grip she had on Stella's arm was enough to break the skin, if there wasn't a shirt blocking her nails. Stella grimaced at the pain.

"You're not the only one having a baby tonight, Lindsay. I'm sorry. I'll be back shortly, and the nurse will take care of you." She turned and left the room.

"Yeah thanks for nothing!" She screamed after her as she disappeared through the door. "That bitch!" She spit out, stepping painfully out of the bed.

"Lindsay, what are you doing? Get back in bed." Stella said, nursing her arm where Lindsay had clutched.

"She doesn't want to help me, I'll go somewhere that they will." She picked up her coat and began to put it on.

"What are you going to do? Go to another hospital when your contractions are minutes apart!" She tried to pull her back into bed.

"I'm fine, just help me." She said as another contraction hit her. "Oh god!" She cried, folding with pain.

"This is silly, come here." Stella helped her painfully step over to her bed.

"I can't do this without him! I'm not ready to be a single mother! Where is Danny?" She cried, tears falling freely down her house.

"Lindsay..." She trailed off helping her breath as the contraction pulled apart her stomach.

"Where is he really Stella? And this time don't lie to me, I will literally kill you!" She closed her eyes and breathed contraction passed and the room fell silent.

"He's here." She said plainly.

"But?" She looked at her, the brown eyes that would normally be light in colour were dark from the pain and tears.

"Don got the call as a blood clot blew in his head, Dr. Reese decided he couldn't wait any longer for surgery." She felt tears stinging her eyes.

"Traffic was the best excuse you could come up with?" She looked disappointed.

"Don's idea." Stella smiled.

"Makes sense." Her voice broke.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Lindsay." Moving next to her in bed she put her arm around her shoulder.

"Can you do me a favour?" Lindsay asked, looking up at Stella as tears fell from her eyes.

"Anything?"

"Can you go and find out how the surgery is going?" She asked, feeling her body shake.

"Are you sure you want to be alone right now?" Stella asked, wiping the tears from Lindsay's eyes with her thumb.

"I can't do this without knowing how its going. Please Stella, please find out if he is alright?" Her voice broke.

"Alright. I'll go. I'll be back as soon as I can." She said squeezing her shoulders.

"Thanks, Stella." She said forcing out a small smile.

Making her way to the surgical ward she found herself dragging her feet, for fear of bad news. Entering the waiting room, Don looked up to Stella and both gave a nod of understanding as she walked to Mac whom was standing over the nursing station talking to a nurse with large red curly hair. Feeling Stella beside him he turned and gave her a hug.

"How's he doing?" She asked, hoping he has an answer.

"All we know is that they removed the blood clot and now they are working on the tumor. She figured the tissue removal could be up to four or five hours, depending on what area is effected. How's Lindsay?" He asked, still holding her shoulder in his large hand.

"She knows." She said looking at her feet taking in the information about Danny's condition.

"I kind of figured she'd put the pieces together." He admitted as Stella moved to the hard plastic chairs to sit down.

"How did we get here? How did everything get so confusing?" She asked to no one in particular.

"I don't know." Mac said looking off into space.

"I'm going to check on Lindsay." Don said putting his hand on Stella shoulder from behind her.

"No, no, I just need a moment. I'll go-" Don put his hand up to stop her.

"Hey, she's my Goddaughter. I'll go." He said with a smile as he turned and walked down the hallway back to Lindsay's hospital room.

Stella sat in silence for a moment, before turning back to her friend who sat quietly beside her staring off into the air. "Mac?" She said getting his attention.

"Hum?" He looked at her, seeing the tears were hanging to the lids of her eyes.

"He'll be alright won't he?" She asked knowing he couldn't truly answer, she just needed someone to say that everything would be alright. Taking her hand in his, he smiled, unable to lie. Even he didn't know how this would end. Stella smiled back as Sheldon, Adam, and Sid entered the waiting room.

"We got here as soon as we wrapped the case. How are they?" Sheldon explained as they gathered around them.

"Lindsay is eight centimeters dilated and Danny has a while yet to go." Stella explained.

"So what do we do now?" Adam asked, looking around for someone to tell him how to react.

"Now, we wait." Mac said, leaning back in the uncomfortable hospital chair.

"We wait." Sid said sitting down across from them, as the rest of the team followed suit.

Lindsay lay on her side as another contraction ripped through her abdomen, holding her belly as a nurse she did not know held her hand. Tears fell from her eyes as she cried out in agony.

"Tough girl." Don said coming into the room.

"I hate you." Lindsay said as she nearly grinding her teeth in pain. Moving beside the bed, Don massaged her lower back.

"Is that better?" He asked, pushing his fingers into the small of her back helping her through the pain.

"No... but it helps." She admitted as she rolled over onto back as the nurse checked on her. "I can't do this!" She cried.

"Yes you can." Don sat down next to her and held her hand.

"We're close Lindsay, another centimeter and you can start pushing." The nurse at the end of the bed announced. "I'm going to get Dr. Cannon." She said, taking off her gloves off and leaving the room.

"No, can't I wait for Danny? Please, I can't do this alone!" She cried, the tears were stinging her skin. Don reached over her and took a cloth and wiped her face.

"You're not alone. I'm here, and the entire team is here. When Danny wakes up, he'll have a beautiful daughter to look at. I'll help you through this, I'm not going anywhere. I promise." He said, holding her face in his hands. "He'd be so proud of you, Linds."

"How is he?" She asked, as she gulped down tears.

"Only good news so far. They removed the blood clot and now they are working on removing the piece of hell from his head." He rinsed the cloth and wiped her face again.

"That's good right?" She breathed deep.

"It's good." He said softly, taking her hand as another contraction came over her.

"Ah, god! Don she's coming! I can't wait!" She cried nearly breaking his hand.

"Let me get a doctor! Lindsay breath! Wait for the doctor!" He jumped from the bed and moved to the door as Lindsay cried out in pain. "I need some help in here!" He screamed as nurses and doctors flooded the room.

"Don!" Lindsay called as he moved back to her side.

"I'm here." He held her hand as her labour took course.