"So how're you holding up?" Mac asked, as Lindsay took a bite out of her sandwich.

Finishing her bite, she answered. "I'm fine, it's stressful, but I know he is going to be alright. He's just scared." Her answer was without emotion as if she refused to think any thing negative.

"Course he's scare. I'm scared and I know you're scared." Mac said, as Lindsay looked up at him, he could tell she had a lot on her mind.

"I don't know how I didn't see it coming, I'm with him everyday." She said, shaking her head.

"Well I'm sure the fact that he is as stubborn as he is didn't help matters." He smiled as he continued to eat.

"If it weren't for Sheldon I wouldn't have known anything." She took another bite.

"His intuition was right, though I wish he wasn't." Mac sighed.

"The worst part is that he didn't even admit he was having trouble. With the head aches, nosebleeds and everything he hid it all so well. Not until he nearly collapsed that could I make him admit that there was something wrong. I understand not wanting me to worry, but he risked his own life because he has pride issues!" She was speaking so fast, Mac could barely keep up, he knew she needed to get things off of her chest. She leaned back putting her hands on the table. "I feel like I failed him."

"You didn't fail him and it's more then just pride, Lindsay. He doesn't want to be treated different because he is sick. He probably didn't want to believe he was struggling until it was too late." He said as he dropped his napkin over his plate.

"I don't know what I would do without you, Mac." She said, holding her hand out as he took it in his.

"We're a family, and we'll get through this as a family." He squeezed her hand for good measure.

"Thank you." She smiled and wiped her mouth with her napkin.

"Let's get back there and see how our boy is doing?" He said, standing up putting money down for the bill.

"Yeah." She said with a sigh. As she moved, both hands went to her belly. "Oh!"

"What? You alright?" Mac asked startled.

"Yeah. Feel this!" She said excitedly. Mac put his hand on her belly. "He's been moving so much today." Mac smiled as he felt her child moving around inside her belly.

"He's going to be a handful." He helped her stand and put her jacket on.

"Just like his Daddy." Lindsay wrapped her arms around her belly, and smiled, thinking about the family they were so close to having. Mac watched her for a moment, enjoying the momentary joy before they returned to the cold sinister hallways of the hospital.

"Come on." He said, putting a hand between her shoulder blades as he lead her out of the restaurant.

After multiple MRI's Danny was exhausted, Flack has sat by his side while he slept waiting for Lindsay and Mac to come back. Without realizing it, he had fallen asleep with his hand resting against his cheek.

"Excuse me, Sir?" He was startled as a young nurse stood as his side gently shaking him.

"Wh... sorry, what's going on?" He snapped awake quickly.

"I'm sorry about that." She paused as he took a second to open his eyes and come back to reality. "I have your colleagues outside. They have brought Mr. Messer's parents, should I tell them they can come in?"

"Ah, no. He's pretty wiped. I'll come out." He stood, and followed the young nurse to the door, where he could the Messer's, Stella and Sheldon waiting patiently.

"Don!" Mrs. Messer said, pulling him in for a hug.

"Hey, Mrs. M." He said while hugging her.

"Can someone please tell me what's going on?" Danny's father said, in a way that was only demanding.

"Danny wants to see you, but he's asleep at the moment." Don explained.

"Why is he here?" Mrs. Messer asked, a tone of fear in her voice. By saving grace Dr. Reese walked up behind them.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Reese, I'm treating your son." She said extending her hand to them.

"Can you tell us what is going on?" Mr. Messer said as he shook her hand.

"I'm going to talk to Danny first, then I'm willing to answer any of your questions." She said as she entered Danny's room and closed the door behind herself.

"What now?" Mrs. Messer asked, as she began to pace.

"Now we wait." Don replied as they took a long breath and began the wait.

Danny was still asleep as Dr. Reese entered his room, turning on the soft warm light on above Danny's bed. Opening his eyes slowly, he was momentarily disoriented as the room came into focus, seeing a shape above him as he began to wake.

"Danny?" She gently shook him as he rubbed his eyes awake.

"Dr. Reese?" He asked as she moved his bed into a better position.

"Danny, I'd like to talk to you about your results. Would you like some water?" She asked as she filled a cup.

Clearing his throat he gave a nod and ran his hands over his face. "Yes, thank you." He answered. Taking the water, he slowly sipped it as Dr. Reese settled into the chair beside the bed.

"Danny, I have consulted with Dr. Malten, who is the Chief of the Neurology Department, we have looked over the MRI's and there is a good chance we will be able to remove the tumor."

"I'm sensing a 'but' here." He said with a concerned look.

"But," She looked at her chart for a moment, as if going over her words in her head. "the risks are high."

"How high?" Danny asked, scratching the back of his neck.

"If we remove the tumor, you may experience be personality changes, as well as-" He cut her off.

"Vision loss, memory loss and communication problems, right?" He filled in the blanks.

"That is a possibility, but if all goes well you will be rid of the tumor with no complications at all. Then you can continue with the radiation treatment." She folded her hands over her lap.

"And what are those chances exactly? One in ten? One in a million?" He was angry.

"There is a twenty percent chance that the operation with be a success." His heart sunk.

"And without the surgery?" His voice broke.

"With radiation treatment we can shrink-"

"How long?" He interrupted. Dr. Reese, took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes.

"Six to eight months."

"So I'll get to be there for the birth of my child?" He asked, as tears came to his eyes.

"Yes." She looked down.

"Over those months, will I be able to function?" His head was swimming with questions, but he was unsure if he actually wanted to hear the answers.

"Things will get worse on a daily basis. In the end it will be very painful. As the tumor grows it will be pressing on your motor functions so you will begin to have trouble walking and with most cases, paralysis occurs." She stood up and put a hand on his arm. "I'm sorry."

"Either way I'm screwed then?" He said dryly with a smile.

"We can risk the surgery, or continue with radiation treatment and take our chances on the tumor shrinking. I'm going to give you some time to think about it and talk it over with Lindsay." Dr. Reese, held his arm and smiled warmly at him, he suddenly realized the warmth she carried with her.

"Thank you." His voice was low and damaged.

"I can speak with your family if you'd like?" She asked, squeezing his arm.

"I don't think I can, would you mind?" He rested his head against his pillow.

"Not at all." She turned to leave as Danny called after her.

"Dr. Reese?" He looked down and shook his head for a beat.

"Yes?"

"What's your name? I mean, you've seen my brain, and I don't even know your name." He asked with a smile, looking back at her.

"Rebecca." She answered, letting out a soft laugh.

"Thank you, Rebecca."

"Of course." She smiled as she left the room, when the door closed behind her, he heard his family asking question after question. After a couple of minutes he heard his mother scream out, Danny looked to the window as tears fell down his chin listening to his mother cry.