When they arrived at the hospital, Danny was taken in to be examined right away, Lindsay had gone with him leaving Don in the waiting area. Being too nervous to sit down, he leaned against the wall waiting for any word from Lindsay. After an hour, the doors slowly opened as Lindsay slowly walked out.

"How's he doing?" Don asked, motioning for her to take a seat.

"They gave him a sedative, and they are taking him up stairs for a cat scan." She explained sitting down slowly.

"A sedative?" Don asked bending down on one knee to be at Lindsay's level.

"Yeah he's altered. He kept talking about the victim, he's completely out of it." She rested a hand on her belly and rubbed it in circular motions.

"Did he hit his head or something?" He asked.

"I don't think so, I couldn't help but feel that the doctors were hiding something."

"Maybe I should call Mac?" Don asked, standing up and pulling his phone out of his pocket. "I'm just going outside to call, get me if you hear anything." Lindsay gave him a nod, Don put a hand on her shoulder. "He's going to be fine."

"I know." She smiled.

Don left, leaving Lindsay alone with her thoughts, which at the moment, were anything but comforting. An image of her raising their child alone floated in and out of her head, and she shook it off, praying it would never come to that. Her hands were shaking so bad she could barely brush hair from her face, as Don came back in from outside.

"I got a hold of him, he said if you need anything to call him."

"Thanks Don." She said as Don sat down next to her and took her hand and held it tight.

"So, now what?" He asked.

"Now we wait." And they did.

After two hours went by, Lindsay had fallen asleep on Don's shoulder, as Don's head rested against the wall behind him, when a Doctor came and woke them.

"Ms. Monroe?" She shook Lindsay gently. She slowly opened her eyes to find an older woman with white hair in blue scrubs standing in front of her.

"Hi, um..." She cleared her throat. "Any news?" She rubbed her eyes as Don woke up.

"Come with me." She said, holding a hand to help her up.

"Why? What's wrong?" Lindsay felt her heart miss a beat.

"We've admitted Mr. Messer. He's resting comfortably upstairs."

"Admitted him? Why?" Don asked, standing behind Lindsay.

"I'd prefer to speak with you in private." The doctor said, her tone making both Lindsay and Don nervous, as Don put his hands on Lindsay's shoulders.

"OK." They said together, as they followed the doctor.

A couple of minutes later, they entered Danny's room, seeing him asleep with an I.V. in his arm they had to remind themselves to breath as the doctor turned on a light board.

"So what's going on with him?" Lindsay asked.

"I'm Dr. Reese, I am a neurologist, I've been working on Danny." She looked up at Don. "I'd prefer to speak with you alone."

"No, it's alright. Please, just tell me what's going on?" She couldn't take anymore.

"Mr. Monroe, I'm very sorry, but there is no easy way to tell you this..." She took a breath before putting some x-ray photos on the light board. "Danny has a significant sized tumor in his frontal lobe."

Lindsay heard herself gasp as she looked from Danny to Dr. Reese. "Oh my god." She could feel Don tense behind her as he squeezed her shoulder.

"He has probably been experiencing some difficulties for the last couple of months, things he may not have even noticed until it got to a certain size." She explained, showing her the picture of his brain.

"A couple of months?" Lindsay asked, holding her hand over her mouth.

"Yes. It does account for the symptoms he's been facing. The nosebleeds especially, see here." She pointed again, "It looks like it is pressing against his sinus cavity above his eyes. He has probably also been experiencing head aches, nausea and vomiting, behavioral and cognitive problems, maybe even light seizures. That could be why he was having trouble standing tonight."

"What... is there... is there anything we can do?" Lindsay asked, unable to speak properly as tears fell down her cheeks.

"We have a couple more tests we need to perform, it may be possible to remove the tumor, but we have to be certain." She explained.

"Is it cancer?" Don asked, the thought hadn't crossed Lindsay's mind until now.

"We don't know. We're going to be doing a biopsy today and find out if it is cancerous, but seeing how fast it is growing there is a good chance that's what we are dealing with." Dr. Reese, put a hand on Lindsay's shoulder. "But we will cross that bridge when we come to it."

"OK." Lindsay said, finding her voice was hard as she sucked in air.

"I'll be back to check on him in a couple hours, and to take him for the biopsy. Why don't you try and get some rest while he is under sedation." She said as she moved to leave the room.

"Thank you, Dr. Reese." Lindsay said, offering a painful smile. Smiling back, she turned and left the room.

"Come 'ere." Don said pulling Lindsay into a hug. Feeling her body sob in his arms, his heart broke.

"I should have made him come sooner." Don heard her say in a muffled cry.

"You couldn't have known. He's here now, that's what matters." Don held on letting her cry.

"What am I going to do? I can't loose him Don, I can't!"

"We won't, he's not going anywhere." He said, as he let her go. "Sit with him, I'm going to call Mac."

"Maybe we shouldn't... you know, until we know more?" She said, wiping her face.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, let's wait until Danny knows to let everyone else know." She said, taking a spot beside him bed and holding his hand. She had never seen him look so weak and small, the thought of that scared her.

"Alright." Don said standing at the end of the bed, "If anyone can beat a tumor, it's Danny." He said out loud, talking more to himself then Lindsay.

Kissing his hand, Lindsay gave nod and watching Danny sleep.

The sun has rose as Lindsay sat at the window of Danny's hospital room, Don had left hours before when he was called to a scene. The silent sound of heart monitors and of Danny breathing, Lindsay nearly fell asleep when she heard ruffling of blankets. Turning around she saw his eyes slowly opening.

"Hey." Lindsay said standing and moving to the seat beside his bed.

"Where am I?" He asked groggily.

"The hospital, what do you remember?" She asked, taking his hand.

"I... I don't know, the bathroom and... and then I don't know." He looked around the room, bringing his hand to his eyes, he rubbed them unconscious he was doing so.

"Danny, there's something we have to talk about." She said, trying to stay strong was harder then she thought.

"What? Is it the baby?" Looking at her, she realized Dr. Reese was right, there was no easy way to tell him.

"No, the baby is fine. Danny, you... you're sick." She couldn't seem to find the words.

"What do you mean?" He smiled at her, letting her know she could tell him, he was ready to hear what he had been scared to hear for weeks.

"You have a brain tumor." She said it quickly, almost as if she spit it out. Danny didn't respond, he just looked away from her. "I'm sorry. Dr. Reese says they are going to do more tests, they may be able to remove it."

"But they might not, right?" He said glumly.

"Hey, look at me." Moving to the bed beside him, she squeezed his hand tighter. "We'll get through this."

Danny finally looked at her, his face was blank of emotion. "If anything happens, you won't be alone. Flack will be there, my parents aren't far and I set up an account a while back for the baby, so you won't have to worry." He rambled.

"Don't talk like that, we don't even know how bad it is yet." Lindsay begged.

"Yet. I don't want you to stress, you'll be taken care of." He looked up at Lindsay and found that she had tears in her eyes.

"You think that's what I'm worried about? Me and money?" Loosening her grip on his hand, Danny looked confused. "What am I supposed to do without you?"

"Lindsay-" He shifted in bed.

"No, don't start writing your Will and don't say that I'm going to be fine without you. I don't want to live without you! I don't want to raise this baby without you! Don't give up before you even get the chance to fight!" She yelled, dropping his hand and standing up, covering her mouth, Danny saw she was crying.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I don't know what I'm thinking." He put out his hand, hoping she'd come back. "I'm scared, and I just.... I'm sorry." She took his hand, but this time, she pulled him into her and held him.

"I'm not going anywhere." Danny rested his head against she shoulder, feeling her pregnant belly against his body he closed his eyes.

"Promise?"

"Yeah, I promise." Lindsay said, kissing the top of his head.