*Tom*
She slowly shakes her head, her eyes suddenly painful. "The swelling is gone ...".

"But isn't that a good thing ?" I badly want some positive news.

"No, or of course it is good that the swelling is gone, but ... Tom that means his paralysis is most likely permanent".

I swallow hard, wanting to stay strong for her. "Oh ... right". Another swallow. "I am so sorry darling, I should never have let him on the horse".

"You heard it yourself, that poor horse was being tortured, it wasn't your fault". She says, wrapping her arms around me. "So I am sorry if it ever felt like I was blaming you".

And that is my undoing, I can't keep the tears back, so my word comes out as a strained sob. "Thanks".

"Don't cry Tom". She hugs me tighter.

"I know ... it ruins my makeup". I mumble into her hair.

She giggles. "Like I care, but you are making me cry".

We are standing like that for a long time, just holding each other, comforting each other.

When the sound comes that indicates the break is over and I need to get back to set I gently pull back and brush the hair off her forehead. "We will make it and Will is going to be okay ... do you know why ?"

"Because he is stubborn just like his father". She smiles up at me.

I grin. "That too, bit mostly because he has the best mother in the world supporting him".

"Aww Tom". She dries her eyes again. "I love you".

"I love you too baby". I lean down to steal a swift kiss. "I better get back to work, I am trying to push the schedule a bit so we can get done and I can get home".

She gives me a small smile. "That sounds great to be honest, but do not exhaust yourself".

"I promise". I give her hand a last squeeze. "And now when you mention it, you should get back to the hotel and rest".

"Aye Aye Captain". She wink at me and I watch her walk off set.

One positive thing coming from this, I feel we have finally fully bonded, fully found each other, that at this point nothing can come between us.

No matter what the doctors might say I will make sure Will gets every kind of help that can possibly help him the slightest.

*Willa*
When I arrive at the hotel I realise that Tom was right, I should rest, I feel totally exhausted. But I am also kinda hungry, and I know how important it is for me to eat to keep my blood count up.

"Hi Willa". A voice suddenly greets me.

As it is so unexpected I let out a small scream, clutching my chest. "Damn Dan ! Do you want me to go into labour".

"Oh sorry darling". He grins at me. "I was just thinking you would be hungry when you got back, so I took the freedom of cooking you some dinner".

"Thanks, I guess". I take a deep breath. "Hey how did you get in here ?"

He scratches his neck, giving me a sheepish grin. "I convinced the manager to let me in, she had seen us arrive together a couple of times ... so she bought my story".

"Your story ?" Why do I suddenly feel weird about this ?

"I might have lied a little and said we had ... something special". He grins, but as I don't laugh he cocks his head. "Come on, it was a little white lie".

I bite my lip. "I know you meant well Dan, but could you ... maybe ...".

"Not do it again ?" He asks and I nod. "Sure, no problem, now come eat".

"Thanks". I follow him into the little kitchen, for some reason feeling I need to explain, maybe because he is my boss. "It's not that Tom is jealous, he just ... he wouldn't like it if he heard".

He pulls out my chair. "He just feels you and I are ... a little too close, I get him, I think I would feel the same if you were mine".

I chose not to comment and look at the noodle dish on the table in front of me. "Wow Dan I had no idea you cook, that looks great and smells delicious".

"Oh it's just a little thing I learned to throw together in Hong Kong". He smiles and sits down. "Eat".

While we eat I tell him about the scan, and he tells me he will get a hold of some experts out in Hong Kong that might be able to help.

Even if I know Tom won't like it I thank him, the most important here is Will and if someone Can help I am willing to accept just about anyone's help.

"You look like you could do with a nap". Dan says as I let out a huge yawn after finishing dinner.

I nod. "Yeah, sorry that I am not a very good host ... the food was wonderful".

"No worries, go rest ... I will just do the dishes, then see myself out". He says pointing to the living room.

"You don't need to ...". I start saying.

Dan waves me off. "I broke in and used your kitchen, I am not leaving you with the mess".

"Okay". I grumble. Why do men have to be so stubborn ? "I will go lay down for a minute".

To be honest I am not even sure my head hits the couch before I am out.

When I wake I feel kinda groggy and I am not sure how long it has been. But then I realise something else, hands massaging my feet. "Tom ?"

"No worries, it's just me". A well known voice sounds from the end of the couch. "Your feet looked a bit swollen".

"Dan ?" I pull my feet off his lab and sit up, feeling a surge of dizziness.

He reaches out to support me. "Be careful darling".

"Uhm Dan, I ...". I am trying to find the right words, but I am interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Let me". Dan gets up and go to open. A few seconds later he calls for me. "Willa, it is two cops, they want to speak to you".