The next day, after an two more ignored phone calls from Danny, Lindsay called in sick to work and spent the day cuddled up to Flack watching TV in his hospital room.

Stella had observed Danny searching the lab frantically for Lindsay and when Lindsay didn't show up to work, Stella became worried. She did, however, know exactly where she'd be able to find her friend.

When Stella arrived at the hospital, Lindsay was sitting in a chair reading a book while Flack slept. Stella watched the scene through the window for a moment, before sticking her head in through the door to get Lindsay's attention.

"Hey Linds." Stella whispered as she crept into the room. She didn't want to wake Flack, but she didn't want to startle Lindsay by sneaking up on her either.

"Hi, Stella." Lindsay said. Stella noticed that Lindsay looked happier and more rested than she had seen her look in days. Evidentially taking the day off of work and relaxing with Flack agreed with Lindsay. Lindsay got up out of her chair and motioned to Stella that she would meet her closer to the door.

"He's been doing much better, but he's really tired." Lindsay explained in a hushed tone. "I just don't want to wake him."

Stella and Lindsay stepped out into the hallway.

"When you didn't come in to work today, I was a little worried. I just wanted to come over and check on you." Stella said, searching Lindsay's face for a sign as to what she was thinking.

"You mean you wanted to check on Flack?" Lindsay asked.

"No. I wanted to check on you." Stella said emphasizing her point. "Flack is just an added bonus. So, how are you doing?"

"I'm tired. I just don't think I can do this anymore, Stella. I feel like I'm suffocating. I can't work with him. It's too hard. He just makes my life so complicated right now. Danny makes me so angry… maybe it's time to move on. It might be best for both of us." Lindsay confessed.

"Whoa, Lindsay!" Stella all but yelled. "Take some time to think about it. Things with Danny will get better, plus you have Don to concentrate on. Talk to Mac. Ask him for some time off. Go home and get some sleep, then come and spend time with Don. Go shopping and take some time for yourself, and then come back to work. Let me handle Danny for a while. You need to worry about yourself and Don – no one else. What do you say?"

Stella put her hands on Lindsay's shoulders and gently squeezed. A small smile began make its way to Lindsay's face. She realized that Stella was right, she needed to concentrate on Don and herself. Lindsay launched herself into Stella's arms and hugged her.

"Thanks, Stella." Lindsay said.

Flack slowly brought his hand up to his face and rubbed his temple. His head was throbbing and it seemed to take all his energy to just get his hand up to his forehead, let alone stop the pain. Blinking his eyes a few times he saw Lindsay and Stella talking in the doorway. Flack couldn't help but smile, thinking about how those two were always hovering and taking care of him. Flack noticed that Lindsay had pushed her way partially into the room, the door left ajar. He could hear her voice wafting into his room.

"I don't think I can do this anymore." Flack heard Lindsay say to Stella. Those words got his attention. Using the rest of his energy, Flack turned his head and strained to hear Lindsay's voice. He knew that she would be upset that he was eavesdropping, but he was intrigued.

"I feel like I'm suffocating… It's too hard." Flack heard Lindsay's voice again. There were some parts he couldn't quite make out, but he was sure he could fill in the blanks. "…Maybe it's time to move on."

Flack stopped listening. He had heard enough. Hearing Lindsay's words made him feel sick inside. Suddenly, Flack felt incredibly tired and broken.

"Hi. I'm back." Lindsay said with a smile. She leaned over Flack to place a gently kiss on his lips, but as she leaned in Flack turned his head to stare blankly out of the window.

"Don?" Lindsay asked, concern etched across her face. "What's wrong?"

"Go." Flack said quietly. Lindsay wasn't even sure that she had heard him at first, he had said it so quietly.

"What?" Lindsay asked. She reached her hand out to touch him, but noticed that Flack instantly pulled away as her skin came in contact with his.

"Go." Flack snarled. "I want you to go."

"I.. I don't understand, Don. What's going on?" Lindsay was so confused that it was hard to get the words out.

In what seemed to Lindsay like slow motion, but was a more swift movement, Flack jerked around painfully to look at Lindsay. In his eyes, Lindsay saw anger and rage flashing. Instantly, with the swift movement, Flack realized the movement had been unwise and grabbed his side and squeezed his eyes shut as a reaction to the pain that had overtaken his body.

"Oh my God, Don." Lindsay yelled, rushing to him. The rise in her voice brought Stella and a nurse running into the room.

Even with his eyes closed, Flack moved away from Lindsay.

"Get out." Flack spat, gritting his teeth in reaction to mixture of pain and anger.

Stella stood behind Lindsay, unsure of what was going on. Suddenly Flack was writhing in pain and yelling at Lindsay to leave. This new development startled Stella. Stella felt the nurse push past, mumbling something about stitches being pulled out.

"Stel… get her out of here!" Flack yelled again. This time it had an effect.

Stella lightly grabbed Lindsay's wrist and pulled her out of the room. Out in the hall, Stella guided Lindsay over to a chair and Lindsay sank down into it.

"I don't get it, Stella. What's going on?" Lindsay whimpered.

"I don't know, but I intend to find out." Stella said before stalking back into Flack's room. Lindsay watched through the glass. She watched Stella stand purposefully over Flack. She could tell by the tension in Stella's shoulders and the way her hands gestured wildly that Stella was grilling Flack. Flack however threw his best tough guy look back at Stella. He rolled his head to one side and Lindsay could tell by the way he stretched his neck and stilled his hands that his mind was made up and nothing had been resolved.

Stella stepped out of Flack's with a sigh and a look of defeat. Stella opened her mouth to speak, but Lindsay already knew what she was going to say. Lindsay didn't want to hear it. She didn't want Stella to tell her that Flack had refused to explain himself and rejected Stella's pleas to allow Lindsay back in the room.

Lindsay turned on her heel and fled from Stella. She ran down the hallway to the elevators, running away from Flack. Anger flashed through Lindsay's eyes, even as tears threatened to spill from them.