A/N: More sadness.

Disclaimer: I don't own CM.

Henry pushed open the door to his parents' bedroom, peeking around the corner. He'd been playing with Grandma, but she'd gone to help Mommy with dinner. He liked having Grandma around. She was fun to play with.

Ever since Daddy had come home from the hospital, he'd been sleeping a lot. Mommy said it was because he was really sick, and the only way that he could feel better was to sleep.

Stepping into the room, Henry padded across the carpet to his daddy's side of the bed. Looking up onto the bed, he found Daddy awake, his eyes half closed.

"Hey Henry. You ok?" Will said, speaking softly.

"Uh huh," Henry nodded, looking down at his hands. Looking up again, he let out his little gasp as he noticed something he hadn't noticed before. "Daddy, you is bleeding!" he said in his childlike innocence, pointing to where a thin trickle of blood snaked from his daddy's nose.

"Yeah...can you go get Mommy for me?" Will asked gently. Henry nodded again, turning on his heel and running out of the room towards the kitchen, where JJ and Sandy were preparing dinner. Moving closer to JJ, he reached up and tugged on the hem of her shirt. JJ looked down to her right, putting down the lettuce she'd been shredding and kneeling down to Henry's height.

"Hey buddy. What do you need?" she asked softly, brushing his hair out of his eyes. Henry shook his head.

"No me. Daddy needs you," he relayed simply. JJ stood up, moving quickly out of the kitchen and down the hallway. Sandy remained rooted to her position, knowing it would be best to let JJ handle it. She knew that if it was bad, JJ would ask for help.

Henry made to follow, but was quickly rerouted to the lounge room upon hearing the Spongebob theme song ring out from the TV. Running through the cut-out from the kitchen, he bounced upon onto the couch, immediately giggling at the pirate singing on the TV.

JJ entered the master bedroom, stopping short at the side of the bed. Will was lying facing away from her. Leaning over slightly, she could just see a patch of blood on the pillowcase. Reaching down, she cupped his cheek in her hand, and gently turned his head to face her, revealing the glistening red trail on his cheek.

"Oh my god," she said softly, her tone filled with a heavy sadness. Fumbling behind her with her free hand, she grabbed some tissues and carefully wiped away the blood. Dropping them in the trashcan, she took a deep breath and lifted up the blankets to check for the one thing that Dr Ramsell had warned about.

"End stage leukaemia usually drains the patient very quickly. You'll notice that when you take Will home, he'll probably sleep most of the day. Symptoms that also present in end stage include bleeding. He may suffer frequent nosebleeds, cough up or vomit blood, bruise easily, and he may suffer rectal bleeding"

The blood on the sheets, while not an emergent amount, was unnerving to JJ.

"'S alright. Just the new medicine tryin'a save my goddamn kidneys," Will mumbled tiredly. JJ quirked an eyebrow at him as she flung the covers off of him.

"I wouldn't be goddamning them if I were you," she remarked. "We've got to get you up and changed," she added lightly, moving around to his side of the bed. Will groaned, pushing himself up to sit on the side of the mattress. JJ crossed the room, grabbing him a fresh pair of boxers and sweats from his drawer, before moving into the bathroom and setting them on the counter. Will shuffled in behind her, trying to stretch out an ache in his shoulder.

"Call out if you need me," JJ said softly as she stepped around him. Will nodded, pushing the door half closed as he got himself cleaned up.

Stripping the sheets off the bed, JJ carried them down the hall to the laundry, dropping them straight into the washing machine. Grabbing a new set from the shelf and a cloth from the sink, she moved back into the bedroom. Quickly, she scrubbed the pale red mark from the top of the mattress, before flipping it over and swiftly putting the fresh sheets on just as Will exited the bathroom, looking more awake than before.

"Feel better?" she asked, moving over to stand in front of him. Reaching down, she loosely took hold of his fingers, swinging their hands ever so slightly.

"A bit, yeah. I think it's stopped now," Will replied. "Thank god Henry came in. I didn't have the energy to call out"

"He's worried about you. He keeps asking while you're always sleeping," JJ told him.

"He's only little, JayJay. He'll understand eventually," Will said reassuringly. "Now, if you don't mind, I might come and join you for a little while. There's only so many times I can count the chips in the paint on the wall"

JJ laughed, letting go of one of his hands and leading him down the hall to the kitchen.

Will sat on the end of the couch, a sleeping Henry in his arms, while JJ and Sandy played a competitive game of Scrabble. He'd felt more awake than in recent days, managing to get through playing with Henry, dinner, and two games of Scrabble, before winding up in his current position.

"Ah! Mom!" JJ whined, making both Will and Sandy laugh. "Mom, boozled isn't a word!"

Will had to laugh at that one. "I believe it is," he teased. Sandy grinned.

"Yes. It is. Thank you, Will," she replied, nodding her head defiantly as JJ picked up the tile bag.

"I'm gonna go put the little man to bed," Will said softly, standing up with Henry in his arms. JJ nodded, watching him somewhat protectively as he carried Henry out of the room.

Will kissed his son's forehead as he entered the four year olds bedroom. As he settled Henry in his bed, the little boy stirred.

"Daddy..."

Will stopped rustling the covers, reaching up to brush Henry's blonde hair from his eyes. "Hey buddy. You go to sleep now, ok?" he said soothingly. Henry managed to open his eyes, fighting tiredness to look up at his daddy.

"I don't want you to go to Heaven. I want you to stay here with me and Mommy," he whimpered, his lower lip quivering. Will sensed an oncoming onslaught of tears and quickly gathered Henry into his arms, holding him on his hip and rubbing his back. As soon as he'd picked him up, Henry burst into tears.

JJ sprung into action as she heard the distraught cries of her child. Followed by her mother, she moved quickly into Henry's bedroom, finding Will standing in the middle of the room trying to comfort his son.

Together, she and Sandy wrapped their arms around father and son, attempting to provide comfort for something that would never heal.

Having settled Henry, and bid goodnight to Sandy as she retreated to the guest bedroom, Will moved into the bathroom to take a long needed shower.

As he stood there under the stream of hot water, the curtain rings scraped across the metal rod, signalling that JJ had entered the shower.

Pressing her body against his, JJ wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head against his shoulder, thankful for the water and steam; it hid the fact that she was crying.

Will wrapped his arms around her, running his hands up and down the smooth expanse of her back in an attempt to comfort her. No words were spoken. They simply stood like that in the shower cubicle until the water ran cold, not wanting to let go for all of eternity.