Friday afternoon, a tad past 3:30, Mary was getting ready for her surgery to remove her tumor in her cervix. She was nervous, frightened, and had just been pride away from Wilson, which certainly did not help in the matter. He knew that she was scared and was trying to help her work through it when they came for her.

A nurse took Mary away and brought her to the place where she was to change into her hospital gown. Then, she was told to sit and wait for George, because he had something else to finish up. And wait she did. Nearly twenty minutes passed before he came in, and by that time Mary was a nervous wreck.

"Sorry," he apologized as soon as he entered, "I had to finish up something with a new patient."

"Is she more important than me?" Mary teased him.

"At the moment she was, but not anymore. Now you have my undivided attention."

"Well, I would hope so, seeing as how you're going to be operating on me."

George walked toward her after he finished writing something down pertaining to Mary. "Are you all right? You seem a little off."

"I'm fine," she insisted. "Besides, if anything is bothering me right now, it's not medical."

"OK," he answered her, "whatever that is supposed to mean. Now, question: did you come here alone? Is someone staying with you?"

"Answer: No and yes. Your brother is in some waiting room as we speak."

"Wilson brought you?" She nodded, and George glanced down at his watch. "Doesn't he work anymore?

"They let him off early to bring me," she said proudly.

"Why would they do that?" George asked seriously.

Mary rolled her eyes at him. "Are we going to do this or not?"

"Fine, fine. I'll send the nurse in to start to put you under. The next time I see you will be in the operating room, and if all goes well you won't be seeing me." George picked up Mary's chart and walked out of the room, but then quickly reentered. "I almost forgot my reassuring speech. Don't worry. This is practically routine procedure. I do these kinds of things all the time." Mary flashed him a smile, signaling that he had done his job, and George left the room for good this time.

A few moments later, a female nurse came in and told Mary about how she was going to be "put under", as Dr. George had put it earlier. First, they were giving her some drug before she was actually conked out- a shot in her hip region. Then she would be wheeled into the operating room on the bed she was sitting on and the rest would be finished off there moments before the surgery began.

The shot hurt a little bit, mostly because it was so close to the bone and she was so thin. The nurse instructed her to lie down, so she did. She felt fine at first, but then started to get a little groggy. Everything started looking a little blurry, and a general feeling of happiness and ease came over her. Not to the nurse's surprise, Mary started blabbing around that time and wouldn't shut up.

As Mary was pushed down the long corridor in the bed, she started asking for George. Things were definitely starting to get weird, or interesting depending upon how one chose to perceive things. She cried out for him, nearly shouting at the top of her lungs. Thankfully for the nurse who was already getting sick of putting up with Mary, George heard her and came over. He told the nurse that he could handle it and she left, leaving Mary and George alone in the hallway.

"George," she said, talking louder than her normal volume, "I have a secret to tell you. Promise me you won't tell anyone though. Promise?"

He couldn't help but giggle. "I promise Mary."

"Good. You know Wilson, right?"

"Yes, I do. He's my brother."

Mary hit herself in the head. "I knew that." George had to bite his tongue to refrain from cracking up. All that was relatively normal, but no other patient had ever talked to him as much as she was. Then again, he and Mary did have a special relationship. "Anyway, like I was saying, my secret is that I'm in love with him."

George stopped pushing Mary and looked down at her curiously. "Are you sure?"

"Yes I am sure. But don't you dare tell him. It's a secret."

"I don't know if I can promise you that," he told her honestly, although he was sure she would never even remember this conversation, very vaguely at best.

"That's OK," she told him, reaching up to pat his arm. "You're still a good doctor."

He rolled her into the operating room, eager to start the surgery and, although quite intrigued by the fascinating information she gave him, eager to make her quiet and demure once again. A few minutes later, Mary went into a state of false sleep and the surgery began.

***

Thirty minutes later, the surgery was over. Mary was moved into a hospital room that she would be spending the rest of the night in. Someone went to get Wilson in the waiting room, and with a little coaxing he was allowed to sit in with her. When he walked in and saw her, Wilson was captivated by her beauty. Her whole presence took his breath away, and there was no way that he could deny that.

Wilson took the chair next to Mary's bed and pulled it closer to her. He sat down and took her hand in his, so that when she woke up she wouldn't have to wonder about where he was or be scared for a second.

A little while later, Mary awoke. Her eyes fluttered open and when she saw Wilson she smiled. He squeezed her hand, and he squeezed back.

"How are you doing?"

"I'm OK. A little bit of pain but not too bad." He nodded. She closed her eyes again, feeling warn out from the surgery and everything else that was going on. She still held his hand, though, refusing to let go. She thought that if she let go, he might leave her, and that was the last thing she wanted right now.

She must have closed her eyes for longer than she realized, though, because the next thing she heard was George's voice. It sounded far away, but that was because he was whispering to Wilson from the hallway. Wilson let go of Mary's hand, thinking that she was asleep, but Mary reached for him again.

"Where are you going?" she mumbled, slightly surprised by her own temerity.

He picked up her hand again and gave it a good squeeze. "Just out in the hallway to talk with George for a second. I'll be right back, don't worry."

Mary nodded then fell back to sleep before Wilson even got out of the room. He closed the door behind him, not wanting to wake her and not wanting her to listen in on their conversation. Whatever it was that he needed to tell Wilson, it seemed serious.

"What's up?"

"I'm going to tell you something that I probably shouldn't be telling you, but I hate to see you two like this. Think of it as me being a good big brother and a good friend."

Wilson made the strangest face and looked at George like he was insane. "OK…"

George sighed, looked toward the door of Mary's room, then back at Wilson. "When we do surgery, we give the patients this…pre-painkiller thing. The effect it has on some people though, it's kind of like laughing gas at the dentist's office. They can get kind of talkative and a little crazy. But what Mary told me, judging by what I've seen, probably was very, very sane."

Wilson shook his head. "You took me away from her for this? She doesn't like to be alone George; I don't want to leave her for no reason."

George sighed. "There is a reason. She told me that she's in love with you."

Wilson's face went blank. A few moments later, he smiled, but quickly wiped it off so George wouldn't say anything. "Are you sure that's what she said?" he asked seriously.

"I'm sure." George patted his brother's arm. "Now, why don't you go back in there and tell her that you love her, too?" Wilson looked defensive, but George scoffed. "Don't try and tell me you don't love her. I have seen you with her, you two dated before- you go in there and talk with her. From what I hear you're a big talker."

Wilson thanked his brother profusely and then walked back into the room. Mary's eyes opened up a little bit and she smiled. He sat back down and offered her hand. She gladly accepted. Wilson brushed a few loose strands of hair out off of Mary's face, and then lightly laid his palm on her cheek, making his first move. It felt so nice to touch her again. "How are you doing?" he asked her softly.

"I'm fine, especially now that you're back." Mary wasn't stupid. She felt his hand on her cheek, and now she was attempting making her move. Her "range of motion" was a little more limited than his, seeing as though she had just had surgery less than an hour ago, but she was not opposed to trying.

"Look," Wilson finally said, "could I talk with you for a little bit?"

Mary opened her eyes fully and repositioned her head. "Go ahead. I have all night."

Wilson beamed down at her. He really did love her. That was why, subconsciously, he invited her to move in with him, and why he felt so compelled to look out for her. Their bond was much greater than any friendship could have ever been. It was love and they both could feel it pulsating throughout, even more so at that moment. "There's just something that I want to tell you- I need to tell you," he told her, stalling.

Mary smiled, anticipating, hopefully correctly, the air of his next statement. "OK."

Wilson stroked her thumb over the back of her hand and smiled to himself before looking up at her. He sensed that she knew what he wanted to say, and since they were no protesting or apprehension, he didn't feel all that scared anymore. "I'm in love with you Mary," he said calmly.

She sat up, still feeling very weak, but drawing strength from her emotions, and looked deep into his eyes. This was what she wanted. "I love you, too."

Wilson leaned in and wrapped his arms around Mary, holding her body close to her while trying to avoid causing her any added pain. To the outsider, this would have looked like just an average hug, but they both knew it was much more. Wilson was not hugging Mary; he was holding her, trying to take away all of the physical and emotional pain she had been feeling since he ran into her again and make her feel better overall. It worked, too. Mary instantaneously felt better and whole again, and Wilson was just as happy as she was.

George looked in on the two of them through the little window in the door. Luckily, they didn't notice him. He smiled as they embraced one another; his good deed for the day was completed.

***

Mary and Wilson spent the rest of the night, at least the time that Mary wasn't resting, making out and just being together knowing that they were now officially romantically involved. They were right, the truth does set you free, and keeping their love from each other was tearing them both apart. Now that everything was out in the open, their souls were definitely liberated.

When a nurse came in to check on Mary the following morning, she found Wilson and Mary in the hospital bed together, lying silently in each other's arms. They looked so peaceful that she dared not to wake them. George, however, was not that kind. When he made his rounds and went to see Mary, he shook the young lover's awake.

"Sorry to bother you, but I have to make sure the young lady is OK."

Mary snuggled into Wilson and looked up at George. "Hi George."

"So, how are we doing?"

"We are doing very well, and I am fine."

He rolled her eyes. "Good. Do I have to check you, or do you think you're OK?"

"Please don't check me," she said to him, not really being in the mod to be poked and prodded with some metal or plastic rod. The thought of that, at that moment, sincerely disgusted her. The only thing she wanted even remotely that close to her was Wilson. Usually, she wasn't that open with men, but Wilson was Wilson- he was in a category all his own.

***

"You know, us being in love and all," Mary said candidly, "and living together isn't going to work for me."

"OK, so what do you want to do? Do you want to not move in with me? It's still your choice you know."

Mary looked down at her hands, extremely nervous, but smiled anyway. "I think we should…get married. Elope. Right now." Reluctantly, she looked up and over at him.

Wilson laughed once loudly. "Really?"

"I know it might sound rash, but I think it's right. I've been thinking about it for hours and I really want to. So…what do you say?"

Wilson picked up Mary's hand. "Why, Mary Camden, are you proposing to me?" She giggled, and then leaned in and kissed him. This was right, more right than anything else in her life right now. "If that was a yes…then I say let's do it. I would love to be married to you Mary." In response to that, she kissed him.

Mary and Wilson both let this good feeing wash over them. Mary felt better about herself at that moment than she had in months. They were both so happy that they couldn't even imagine anything going wrong. Mary's illness and everything was the farthest thing from both of their minds. They had feelings for each other that they had never had before, and they were basking in the sensation. Life was good when they are together.

A/N: This chapter was OK. That was your confession; they are in love. Woo hoo, nothing I haven't explored before. I always enjoyed writing them being married, and I have a whole bunch of good ideas, so I don't think you'll be dissapointed in the future. And for all of you who wanted Mary and Wilson together, there you go. ;)

You wanted them together, right? Love is always good. No show me some by reviewing.