A/N: Shorter than usual. Brace yourselves.

Disclaimer: I don't own CM.

"His kidneys are no longer functioning at all. The stomach virus prompted the coughing fit, which quickly tore the tissue in his throat, causing haemorrhaging. The fact that his kidneys don't function means he has high levels of urea in his blood. That can cause multiple problems, and one of them is, unfortunately, what happened to Will tonight," Dr Ramsell explained to JJ as they sat in the waiting room. Henry was sitting beside his mother, playing quietly with a couple of toys. Will had been cleaned up and put on oxygen, and was now asleep in a private room just around the corner.

"Can't dialysis fix that?" JJ asked, her blue eyes brimming with tears. Dr Ramsell gave her a sombre look, and a slight shake of the head. JJ let out a choked sob as she put her hand over her mouth. Tears slipped out, running heartbreakingly slowly down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry, JJ. Once AML reaches this stage, further treatment would only prolong his pain. This is the end," he said softly. JJ leant forward, resting her elbows on her knees as she covered her face with her hands. Her body shook with distraught sobs as she tried to comprehend what Dr Ramsell had told her.

"Mommy?" Henry asked softly, getting up so that he was standing in front of her. "Why you sad?" he asked, reaching up and pulling JJ's hands away so that he could see her face.

"I'll give you some time while I go and check on Will," Ramsell said softly, getting up from his chair and moving swiftly around the corner to Will's room.

"Daddy's going to heaven, baby," JJ said softly, stroking her precious boy's cheek with the tips of her fingers. No four year old should have to deal with this...

"Now?" Henry whimpered, his eyes mimicking those of a stray puppy as they filled with tears.

"Not right now...but soon," JJ replied, wiping her eyes. Lifting Henry up into her lap, she held him close, kissing the top of his head as he buried his face into the curve of her neck.

The room was almost silent, the only sounds being the gentle sounds of Will and Henry's breathing. Will was asleep in the bed, his skin pale, but mottled slightly purple along his jaw and collarbone; the bruises that signalled the beginning of end stage. Henry was curled up on the window seat on the far side of the room, JJ's jacket draped over him as he slept.

JJ herself was sitting rigidly in the armchair, her legs pulled up against her chest, her knees resting on her chin as she watched the man she loved slowly dying before her eyes.

It was crazy to think that while he looked peaceful on the outside, on the inside his body was fighting a raging war. JJ just wished she could help him fight that war, so that they could be together for longer.

Reaching out, she gently took one of Will's thin hands into hers, pressing a kiss to the back of it. "I love you. Please don't leave me just yet. Hold on a little longer for us. Please," she whispered against his skin.

Moving closer, she leant over his sleeping form and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. He stirred slightly, but just as quickly went back to sleep.

Moving out of the room, she walked down the quiet hallway until she reached a room where she could use her phone. Pulling it out, she automatically dialled the one person she needed to speak to.

"Jen? Are you alright?" was her mother's instantaneous greeting after the first ring. She knew her daughter wouldn't call at that time unless it was urgent.

"It's happening, Mom. He's reached it. End stage. There's not long now," JJ said tearfully into the phone.

"I'm coming out there. On the next flight. You're not going through this on your own," Sandy insisted.

JJ couldn't find the strength to form the words. Eventually, she found enough voice to speak. "Thank you"

JJ curled up beside Will on the bed, resting her head against his shoulder. Her mother had taken charge when she arrived, busying herself with looking after Henry and the house, so that JJ's only worry would be Will.

"It's gonna be ok," Will whispered, stroking her hair with his left hand. JJ reached across his chest, searching for his hand. Pressing her hand against his, they took in how small JJ's was compared to his, before locking their fingers together and holding tight.

"I know what you're going to say," she said softly.

"What's that?" Will replied.

"You want to die in your own bed," JJ said gently, looking up into his eyes. Will took a deep breath, nodding.

"I don't want to die like this," he replied almost pleadingly.

"I know. It's ok," JJ agreed, kissing the edge of his jaw. Bringing their entwined hands up to her lips, she pressed another kiss to his knuckles, lingering for a second.

"Love you so much it hurts," Will mumbled, his energy slipping. JJ half smiled, kissing his jaw again.

"Love you too"