A/N: From the last chapter, if you read it prior to now, I have a correction to make. The line: "No, us talking together. I mean, Wilson's great, but he'll never replace my little sister." – from when Mary and Lucy were talking in the kitchen at the end of the chapter should read:

"No, us talking together. I mean, Wilson's great, but he'll never replace my best friend."

Just keep that in mind when you read the end. : )  This is the last chapter to this story, and yes, you will find out why Mary's in GlenOak. I hope that the first couple of paragraphs aren't too confusing for you all. Thanks for reading my story and the great reviews!

Chapter 4 (Final Chapter):

The next day, Friday afternoon, the family meeting had just concluded. After Mary's big news was broken, no one really knew what to make of it. Everyone scattered into different parts of the house, trying to escape from the harsh reality that was just beginning to seep in.

Simon was upstairs in his room. Just like when Mary was in the car accident before, he wasn't too fazed by the strange turn of events. Of course he was upset, who wouldn't be, but you would never be able to tell it by looking at him. 

Ruthie was in the kitchen talking with her father. She had wanted to go with upstairs and talk with Lucy, Mary, and her mother, but they kept her downstairs to avoid scaring her. Lucy was older, and was able to process the information. At that point, Eric was struggling through Ruthie's questions that blatantly showed she how innocently confused she was.

Robbie was the most upset by everything. He couldn't understand why he was so troubled by all of this, but the truth was it did bother him, and he was going to hide it. He hadn't moved from his spot he had occupied before in the living room. After he replayed Mary telling the family her information over an over again in his mind, his concentration was broken with the sound of the doorbell.

"Could somebody get that?" Eric yelled from the kitchen.

Robbie got up and opened the door.

"Wilson? What are you doing here?"

"I came to see Mary. She is here, right?"

"Yeah," Robbie said rubbing his eyes, "she's upstairs talking with Lucy and Mrs. Camden."

"Robbie, are you OK?" Wilson inquired.

"Yeah, I'm all right I guess. Its just that Mary just told us."

"Told you what?"

"You know, about her having cancer."

"What?" Wilson said. His jaw dropped open so low Robbie could almost see down to his stomach.

"Didn't you know?" Robbie asked, sounding just as confused as Wilson was.

"She's upstairs, right?" He said not really answering Robbie's question. He nodded and Wilson bolted up the stairs. He banged on the stairs to the attic, startling the three women in the bedroom. He rushed to the door and flung it open.

"Wilson!" Mary said jumping up off the bed. "What are you doing here?" She ran over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist.

He tries to hug her back, but can't seem to find it inside of him. If what Robbie said was true, he was annoyed with her.

"We have to talk," he said to her firmly.

"And we have to leave. Come on Luce," Mrs. Camden said to her daughter, ushering her out of the room. They closed the door behind them leaving Mary and Wilson alone in the room.

"Mare, I talked to Robbie. He answered the door," Wilson said seriously as he and Mary sat down on her bed.

"That's nice," Mary said, trying to avoid the subject.

"Mary, talk to me. Please. Tell me what's going on," he said sincerely. "I know something is wrong."

Mary looked down at her hands while tears rolled down her cheeks for about the hundredth time today. She had cried so much that her eyes stung. "I don't want to tell you," she said before sobbing.

Wilson placed his hands on Mary's waist and guided her onto his lap. She sat facing him, her face buried in his chest. "Mary, just tell me," he said to her soothingly. "Whatever it is, you'll get through it. I'll do whatever I can."

Her head jerked up suddenly, and she stared deep into Wilson's eyes. "You can't help me. I'm dying and there's nothing you can do," Mary said steadfast. "I was diagnosed with breast cancer two and a half weeks ago."

"Oh Mare, we'll-"

"Let me finish," She said austerely, cutting off Wilson. "When I went to the doctor after the car accident they found a lump…" Mary starts to sob.  "And I swear it's gotten bigger."

Wilson tried to stay as level headed as possible. It wasn't anywhere near easy, but he definitely gave it his best effort. "Well are they going to do something about it?"

Mary nodded. "They talked about surgery- removing it, but I don't know." Mary couldn't finish her thought. She put her head on Wilson's shoulder and he gently rubbed her back. "Wilson, I'm so sorry," Mary said while still crying.

"For what? None of this is your fault."

"For leaving you."

"You're not going anywhere," he told her sounding thoroughly convinced.

"The doctors only gave me a six to nine months maximum. Its really bad," she said snuggling closer into him. "They've already mentioned mastectomies and all that stuff and I can't deal with this right now. It's all too sudden. That's why I came here. I thought if I could get away from home I could just forget about it."

"Did it work?" Wilson asked.

"No. The only thing I kept thinking about the whole time was wanting to be with you."

Wilson smiled, which is a big effort considering the news he just received. "I knew something was wrong before you left, but I didn't know what so I didn't say anything. I guess I should have."

"I probably still wouldn't have told you," Mary said with honesty.

Wilson kissed Mary's forehead. "I love you," he whispered to her.

"Forever and ever," she said back with fear in her eyes.

***

The next day, and exhausted Mary and Wilson traveled back home to Maryland. Mary quickly started a new experimental cancer treatment, using pills to kill the bad cancer cells and maintain the healthy ones. The cancer management went very well, and Mary was pronounced cancer free 8 months later. She and Wilson's relationship strengthen greatly while Mary was sick- he was always at her side day and night. Wilson is quickly climbing the ladder approaching Lucy's spot as Mary's best friend.