Danny sat awake rubbing Lindsay's back as she lay asleep in his arms, the I.V. tubing in his arm was beginning to itch but whatever they were giving him seemed to be doing the trick. The throbbing pain in his head was no longer present but was replaced with a warm fuzzy sensation of the meds. Staring hazily off to the ceiling, he was pulled back to reality when Dr. Reese came back into the room.

"Danny, how are you feeling?" She asked as Danny put his finger over his mouth to quiet her. Lindsay was still asleep. "Oh, sorry." She began to whisper. "I have the results back."

"I'm awake." Lindsay mumbled as she sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes she stepped off the side and leaned against the side.

"I know it's late, but I'd like to have a minute with you." Pulling a chair out she sat down, folding her hands over the clip board in her lap. Danny felt goose bumps dance around his skin as Lindsay picked up his hand squeezing it in a comforting way.

"What are we dealing with here?" Danny asked impatiently.

"Danny, I'm sorry, the cells from your biopsy are malignant. If we don't start treatment soon, the conditions with only worsen as the tumor grows and we don't want to risk it spreading somewhere else."

"What's the treatment?" Danny asked promptly, Lindsay could feel him shaking.

"We are going to do some more MRI's and then start some radiation treatments. If we can, we'd like to remove the tumor." Her voice was surprisingly soothing.

"When do we start?" He asked, Lindsay squeezed his hands tighter.

"We have to start today. Once we get the results of the MRI, I'll consult a Neurosurgeon and find out best course of action." She said letting out a low breath. Danny nodded, suddenly he had no words.

"You said worsen, how?" Lindsay asked.

"Well as the tumor grows, they symptoms may become life threatening. They may start as behaviour problems, you may find that you cannot control what you say or do. There will be seizures, they will start occurring more frequently. You may also run the risk of blood clots in your brain and stroke." She explained. Watching the horrified look on both of their faces, she stood up. "We are going to do anything we can, and we are going to beat this." She smiled.

"Th...thank you, Dr. Reese." Danny said, noticing how weak his voice was.

"I have some tests to order, a nurse will come and get you when radiology is ready." Turning she left the room, stopping at the door. "You're lucky you came in when you did, or this conversation could have been a lot worse."

"Yeah, lucky me." Danny forced a smile, as she left. Lindsay turned around and pulled him into a hug, letting his arms leg at his side, she held him tight.

"We'll beat this." She said as Danny closed his eyes.

"Linds?" He said, as she let him go and looked at him.

"Call my parents, tell them to come here. I want to tell them face to face." He was holding it together a little too well, Lindsay was nervous.

"And Mac?"

"Yeah... you should call Mac. He might be worried. Or Don, no call Flack." Danny turned and stood up off the bed and walked to the window. "Mac will probably have to transfer someone from the other shift to work because I might not be back to work for awhile. With you gone too, he'll be short handed. Then again, maybe you shouldn't tell Mac, they might be too distracted." He babbled.

"He would want to know, Danny. Its not about being short handed, it's about being there for a friend." Lindsay walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his chest.

"He might have to hire a replacement if I can't come back to work." His expression was blank, he was in shock of the recent news and didn't want to think about anything else but work.

"You'll be back, and better then ever." She rested her cheek against his back.

"What if I'm not? What if I end up a babbling gork in a nursing home for the rest of my life? I can't live like that. I won't."

"Danny-" She tried to interject, but there was no point.

"No! No! Stop it!" He said pulling his hands off of him. "Can you stop being so fucking glass half full!"

"I didn't mean it like-" She moved to put her hands on him, but he pulled away.

"Don't you get it? I'm sick! I might die Lindsay, and I just want you to acknowledge that! Please! Not everything is going to be OK. I have a fucking tumor for god sakes!" He yelled, putting his hands to his head he pressed him fingers into his temples. "Ah, god!" He yelped in pain as another head ache forced it's way painfully into his head. Doubling in pain, Lindsay ran to him and put a hand on his shoulder, only to he pushed away by Danny. Not hard, but enough for her to get the picture 'he needed to be alone.'

"I'll get a nurse." She said as he sat down beside the window and held his head.

Lindsay made it outside his door before she started to cry. Pushing her back against the wall she covered her mouth to mask her sobs, she no longer knew how to be strong for Danny and she wasn't sure she could fake it. After a moment, she straightened herself out and walked to the nurses station as she talked to a middle aged woman named Margret that she had spoken with over the day she felt a strong hand on her shoulder.

"Hey Linds." Mac said as she turned around to see the entire team standing before her. "We didn't think you should be alone." He finished, as Mac stepped towards her. There were no words for the graditude she felt for them, breaking down she let Mac hold her. Burying her face into his shoulder, she knew that she wasn't going to be alone through this. After some time and many hugs, Lindsay wiped her tears and explained what the doctor had told them.

"So where is Danny now?" Don asked, sitting down next to her.

"In his room, he seemed like he needed to be alone. He's having a hard time being the one that needs to be taken care of." She explained.

"Maybe I should talk to him?" He asked.

"No, just give him some time Don. When he is ready, he needs time to process what's going on." Mac explained.

"Is there anything we can do?" Stella asked, putting a hand on Lindsay's back.

"Yes, there is actually." Lindsay pulled out a notebook from her sweater pocket. "You need to get Danny's parents and bring them down here. Danny wants to tell them in person." She pulled a slip of paper off and wrote down their address and handed it to Stella.

"No problem." She said as her and Sheldon headed out to find the Messer's.

"What about you, Linds? When was the last time you ate something?" Mac asked in his regular Dad fashion.

"I had... um, a candy bar a couple hours ago. I'm not really hungry." She looked away sheepishly.

"Tell you what? Don will stay here close to Danny, and you and I are going to find something to eat." Mac said in a telling not asking kind of way. Lindsay smiled at him, as she held out her hand for help up. "Good." Mac took her hand and helped her up.

"Call if-" Lindsay turned back to Don as she walked away.

"You'll be the first to know." He smiled.

After Lindsay had left him a nurse came in within minutes with something for the pain, he was beginning to love that woman. Sitting in the chair by the window, he let the medicine do it's work. His toes tingled, his fingers danced on his knees as he watched cars pass, sending chills down his spine as light bounced around his room. Hearing a soft knock at the door, he slowly turned his head to see Don standing at the door.

"Hey buddy. Can I come in?" He asked shyly.

"I take it Lindsay told you?" Flack gave nod. Danny, shook his head, which caused his world to spin.

"You in pain?" Flack asked moving into the room and leaning against the window frame.

"Complete opposite actually. I can't feel a thing." He was dopey, he could feel his head sway.

"Stella and Hawkes headed out of get your folks. You sure you want to break the news? We can tell them." Folding his arms across his chest, he gave Danny a questionable look.

"No, my mother won't believe you. It has to be me. Besides, it gives me an opportunity to say goodbye."

"Dan-" Flack moved closer but Danny put his hand up to stop him.

"Please, just hear me out. No one is listening to me." He closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

"OK, I'll listen." He settled himself onto the window sill.

"I know I am a downer, and that I should stay positive, I just can't imagine how much harder it will be on everyone if I say it's all going to work out fine and then something happens and I... die." He stumbled on the word. "I'm not ready, this is all happening so fast that I don't know what to think, but I know I have to prepare Lindsay if I don't wake up."

"If you go in there thinking it's the end, then there is no way you'll fight as hard." He pleaded.

"I'll fight, I will. Don, I need to ask you something?"

"What's that?"

"Please look out for my kid if... you know..." He trailed off.

"Danny, when you make it out of this, I'll be there for you. I will be there for Baby Messer too. No matter the out come, I got your back, always." He said holding his hand out.

Danny looked up at him with admiration, and reached his weak hand out and shook his hand. Standing up he gave his friend a hug, he hadn't realized how much he needed one until now. Breaking apart a small nurse came to the door with a wheel chair.

"Mr. Messer, they are ready for you in radiology." Her voice was small.

"Yeah, alright." He said slowly walking towards her. "Thanks, Don. Really." He said as he sat down in the chair.

"Any time." Don smiled as Danny was wheeled out of the room, leaving him alone.