Lindsay and Mac had come back to the hospital as Dr. Reese was breaking down the latest information from test results. Danny's mother was sobbing uncontrollably as his father rocked her back and forth. Lindsay held Mac's hand and saw that most of the team had tears in their eyes.

"Dr. Reese, may I speak with you in private?" She asked, Dr. Reese smiled and gave her a nod. Lindsay let go of Mac's hand and followed Dr. Reese down the hallways to a room out of the way from his mother's sobs. Once the door closed, she began her questions.

"How's Danny taking this?" She put her hands on her belly in a protective way.

"He seems to be confused. I'm not sure what he plans to do treatment wise." Noticing, Lindsay was shaking she pulled a chair out for her to sit down on.

"Well surgery is the best choice, is it not?" She gratefully sat down.

"From a medical stand point, yes. But on a personal one, I'm not so sure."

"I don't understand. If you remove the tumor, then he won't-" Dr. Reese put up her hand to stop Lindsay.

"If we remove the tumor and everything goes 100%, then yes, it was a good choice and he would potentially be fine. But if something goes wrong and he isn't himself, then is it worth it? What if he comes out of this and looses his ability to communicate? Looses his memories of you? That's the risks that Danny has to consider right now."

"It's better then loosing him completely!" Tears marked their way down Lindsay's cheeks.

"Lindsay," She dropped down to one knee, to look her in the eyes, "he wants to hold his baby, and remember you. I understand him not wanting to miss that opportunity."

"I don't know what to do?" She admitted.

"Help him decide, let it be his choice, and be there for him." She took Lindsay's hands in hers and squeezed them. There was nothing left to say, as she gave her a nod in reply and wiped the tears from her face and left the room to go back to Danny.

Danny was more then happy that Lindsay had gone back home and gotten him his own clothes for his stay at the hospital. With his jogging pants in hooded sweat shirt, he felt more at home then in the stiff hospital gowns and house coats. Laying in the bed he felt sick, once he stood up and walked around his room he felt better, finding his place in the chair beside the window he sat with his feet up on the table beside him, closest thing to a lounge chair that he could fake. Picking up one of the magazines Lindsay had left there he began to flip through looking through all the pictures.

"Hey." He heard a small voice coming from the door, looking up he saw Lindsay standing there, looking uncomfortable and nervous.

"I won't bite." He smiled.

"I... I know." She wouldn't look at him directly.

"I take it you talked to Dr. Reese?" He said holding out his hand for her to come over to him.

"Yeah I did... I don't want to pressure you. It's your choice." She said as she slowly made her way across the room.

"We both know that's not true." He said as she took his hand.

"What do you want to do?" She danced around the question.

"Well, I'd like to go home, and stay in bed with you all day." Smiling, he slowly pulled her down into his lap and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"I wish I could close my eyes and all this would be a dream." She said wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Me too." He said, sucking in a long breath.

"I'm not too heavy am I?" She asked as he rested his hand on her stomach.

"Never." Closing his eyes he rested his head against her shoulder.

"What do you want to do?" She repeated hesitantly.

"I'm going to continue with the radiation treatment, and once the baby is born and I can hold her, or him, then we can see about surgery again."

"Are you sure you want to risk it?" Her voice shook.

"It's a bigger risk with surgery." He sighed. "I don't to loose who I am until I've met what we've created."

"OK." She answered, closing her eyes as a tear made its way down her cheek.

One Month Later...

Knocking at the door, Don stood waiting outside the apartment door for someone to answer, after a couple minutes he pulled his keys out and entered. The apartment was quiet, the living room was neat and tidy, and it was as if no one had lived there.

"Danny?" He called, hearing nothing he moved toward the bedroom and knocked on the door. "Dan, you in here buddy?"

"Yeah." He heard a weak voice from inside.

"How're you doin'?" Don asked, stepping into the room. It was completely dark apart from the slight glow from around the windows of the daylight.

"Can you close the door behind you?" He asked so quietly that Don barely heard him.

"No problem." He lowered his voice instinctively. "I picked up that prescription for you, you need some water?"

Danny let out a mumble in reply, as Don stepped beside the bed. Looking down at his friend he saw that Danny was curled up in blankets, laying on his side.

"How are you feeling?" Don put a comforting hand on his shoulder. Danny opened his eyes slowly and looked up to his friend, he looked sad and broken.

"Like shit, I have a headache today, but at least I'm me. Yesterday Lindsay said I was babbling like homeless person. I don't remember any of it." He admitted. After a minute, he rolled onto his back and tried to sit up, Don relented and helped him.

"You need anything?" He asked as he handed him a glass of water.

"A new body would be nice." He joked taking a sip.

"Lindsay was telling me that the last MRI showed the tumor was shrinking. That's good right?"

"Yeah." He looked down. Don noticed how skinny he had become in the past month. The radiation had effected his stomach, and he barely kept a meal down.

"What?" He asked, he could tell he had something on his mind.

"You know where Lindsay is right now?" He looked pained.

"Doctor's appointment."

"Exactly, another Doctor's appointment that I'm missing out on. I don't get to see her smile when she sees our child on the ultrasound. I don't get to see that." He reached for his head as a sharp ache of pain hit him.

"Whoa, Dan! Calm, just breath." Don said grabbing his shoulder.

"I can't just breath. God, I hate this! I hate what I've become!"

"It's not your fault, man. This is out of your control. Just keep fighting and you can beat it." He assured him, but nothing would work.

"I'm sick of fighting. I'm just so fucking tired, and I sick of people telling me that I'm going to be fine. Clearly I'm not! I wanted to be there when the baby is born but lately I can barely get out of bed. I'm not getting any better, I'm getting worse! So stop saying I can beat it!" He shook his head and looked at Don, he looked hurt. "I'm sorry. I... I'm-"

"S'alright. I won't be so positive next time." He smiled.

"Thanks for picking this up." He said holding the bottle of pills, turning the top, he struggled to open them.

"No problem." Taking the bottle, he opened them for him and gave him two pills. "Here." Danny gave him a weak smile. "What are those?"

"Nausea medication. If I don't eat again soon, I'm going to have to go back to the hospital." He explained swallowing the pills with some water.

"How long as it been since you last ate anything?"

"What day is it?" He smiled.

"I'll put on some soup, maybe that will help." He said, standing up and walking towards the door.

"Thanks, Don. You're a good friend."

"I know." He said closing the door behind himself, Danny laughed pulling the blankets up closer.

Running his hands over his head he scratched his scalp, only to find his hair coming out in clumps.

"What the fuck?" He gasped, the area where he was scratched was close to bare. "Oh my god." Shoving the blankets, he slowly stood up and walked to the bathroom. Flipping on the light, his head ached, but he forced his eyes open to look in the mirror. The image of himself sent chills down his body; his eyes were nearly purple from the circles under them, his skin was white as paper, and he was thinner then he has ever been. Turning his head he saw a bald spot on the back of his head.

"Great, that's just perfect!" He said out loud as the bedroom door opened.

"Danny?" Lindsay called looking for him. Opening the bathroom door she saw Danny standing in front of the mirror, he turned to avoid the bald spot on his head.

"You're back early." He tried to act as if nothing had happened.

"It was just a check up, everything looks good. Don said you might have some soup?"

"Yeah, maybe." He was smiling in a strange way. Lindsay could tell something was wrong.

"You alright?" She folded her arms over her chest and bounced on her heals.

"Ah... yeah, I think so." He slowly sat down on the side of the tub, he was tired standing on his feet.

"OK, I'll be out in the kitchen if you need anything. Are you going to have a shower?"

"Sure." He was elsewhere in his head. Trying to decide if he should shave his head with a razor or with electric razor which was much noisier.

"You sure you're alright?" She gave him a look so that he knew something was up.

"I need your help." He admitted.

"With what?" She asked as Danny turned his head, revealing the patch.

"I think its from treatment."

"Oh Danny, I'm sorry." She said walking towards him putting her hands on his neck. "What do you need me to do?"

"I never liked the nick name 'Patch'." He smiled uncomfortably.

"Then let's fix that." She kissed him as she plugged in the razor and wrapped a towel around his shoulders.

It didn't take long to buzz off the rest of the hair on his head, luckily he had a good shape. With his pale skin and his newly bald head, Lindsay noticed how blue his eyes were. Putting her hands on his cheeks she pulled him close so she could look closer.

"You look beautiful." She smiled.

"No one likes a liar." He closed his eyes, putting his hands onto of hers.

"I don't lie." Kissing him, she held his lips over hers for a minute before she opened her eyes.

"The baby is alright?" He asked standing up.

"She's good." She said with a smirk.

"She?" He said with excitement.

"Yeah, we're having a baby girl!" Danny pulled her in for a tight hug, she wrapped her hands around his neck squeezing him tight.

"I thought you wanted a surprise?" He asked still holding her.

"I think we're had enough surprises, don't you think?" Winking at him she stepped out of his arms, taking his hand she led him out of the bathroom. "Let's let Don feel us."

"Lindsay, wait." He pulled back on her hand, she turned and looked at him.

"What? What is it?" Her concerned face was back.

"I love you, I'd be dead without you." He smiled, and squeezed her hand.

"I love you too." She kissed him again, this time she wasn't as gentle. "You aren't going anywhere." Lightly giving his butt a smack she continued. "Now let's eat." Danny laughed and followed her out into the living room.