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A/N: Well, I sort of kind of own Wilson's father. The show gave the name and his occupation, but they never showed him, so this man is mine I guess. Feel free to use the name and the job, but all other character aspects are mine. Yeah, that sounds right.
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Monday around noon, Mary and Wilson left the apartment to venture over to Wilson's parents house. Actually, it was just his father's house now, since his mother was still long gone. It pained him to an extreme knowing that he was going to the house that he had grown up in, and his mother would probably never set foot in there again.
It hurt him even more that his father was sick, and Mary was well aware of that. That was the cause for Mary arranging this impromptu visit to see his father on the end of this long weekend. Wilson rarely ever saw him because it bothered him so much that his father was in pain. He didn't want to have to bear witness to his agony. She knew, though, that it would be better for him if she were there. Everything was better when you're not alone. You are meant to pair off in life- natural course of progression.
They rang the doorbell, Wilson's hand clinging to Mary's, and the practically live-in nurse answered. She ushered them in, making small talk as she led them to Dr. Jeffrey West's bedside. Like father, like son. George had followed in his father's footsteps and entered the world of medicine. His father was an ophthalmologist. It became apparent by what the nurse was saying to them as they walked down the hall that he was excited to see Mary and Wilson together. This was only Mary and Dr. West's fifth meeting in her entire life, and the second time they had seen each other after she and Wilson had gotten married. Frankly, Mary was elated, too. She had always enjoyed him.
The bedroom was musty, but Dr. West was cordial. He had lost some of his mobility, in a sense at least, but had held onto his manners.
"Hello Dr. West," Mary said smiling.
"How many times do I have to tell you?" he began sweetly. "Jeffrey, please hon. You're family now; there is no need to be so formal."
She nodded and squeezed Wilson's hand, signaling for him to step forward and say something.
"How are you doing Dad?"
"I guess I could be better, but I'm OK. I'm not important, though. What's more important is you and your wife. How are you both doing? It must be hard for you."
"It is," Wilson answered sincerely, "but we are managing. Taking everything one day at a time I guess."
"Any progress?" he asked looking at Mary.
"Not sure really. I hope so."
"George isn't keeping you informed? You should ask him if you don't know something. Don't be intimidated by him," he said trying to help the young woman out.
Mary laughed. "Believe me, I am not intimidated by George. I guess I am afraid to ask, though. I don't want him to tell me that I'm not doing well. I'd rather be ignorant."
"Well, ignorance is bliss."
"Not all the time," Wilson interjected. Mary knew what he was getting at- her family. She nudged him with her elbow and he smiled.
Dr. West smiled, too. "You two remind me so much of myself and my wife, at least in the old days. We were so in love, and it used to be so much fun." He put his head down in shame. "But as you both know, that's changed now. There's nothing I can do about it except, well, fight fire with fire. I guess I should tell you, Wilson, that I've taken your mother out of the will. She doesn't want to live with me, she doesn't get any of my hard earned money."
Mary dropped Wilson's hand and wrapped her arm around his waist. It was time for her to be the good, supportive, and caring wife- unlike her older counterpart who shared her same last name. The elder Mrs. West could learn a thing or two from the younger woman in all of her boys' lives.
"I guess that just means more for you, George, and Billy then," he said trying not to make his action seem so harsh.
"Dad." Wilson said slowly. "We don't need any more. You've given all three of us more than we could ever ask for. But." Mary rubbed Wilson side as she watched him struggle. He was at a loss for words. This was the end of his old family, and he and Mary were in no position to begin to start a new one.
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Mary sighed heavily and leaned her head against the seat in her car as she got in after her Tuesday doctor's appointments. In the days that followed, Mary actually didn't feel awful while lounging around the house. She had even started to believe that she was somehow getting better. If she didn't feel sick, then she must not be sick anymore. It was as simple as that.
George, however, didn't agree. When she came in for her radiation today, Dr. George told her that he wanted her to come in for a different type of radiation on Friday night, two days from now, in addition to her treatment that day. He told her that she wasn't responding the way he had hoped she would, so internal radiation would be the next plan of action.
Mary was definitely upset, but she was not going to let her emotions get to her yet. At least, that is, until she got home. Once she arrived, though, she found that home was not the problem. The task at hand was to tell Wilson. Mary looked at the clock. He would be home any minute. She knew she shouldn't have spent so much time wallowing in her own self-pity in the car.
Wilson, however, didn't have any pity for Mary, as he walked in the door early that day. Mary tried so hard to keep tears from falling, and held out for much longer than she anticipated. Wilson smiled when he saw her and sat down next to her on the dark blue couch. He kissed her lightly and he sensed that she was a little sad, so he continued his nurturing. He moved his head and started kissing her neck and then moved up to very lightly nibble on her ear. His cheek pressed against hers and he felt tears running down her cheeks.
He pulled back and looked at her; she was crying hysterically at this point. He didn't say anything. He knew that that wasn't necessary. Wilson held Mary tightly to him and rubbed her back gently. She calmed down rather quickly and she pulled away to find out what the meaning behind the water works was.
"I.I.Friday night." a tear rolled down her cheek and Wilson wiped it away. She smiled sadly. "I have to have a different kind of radiation on Friday. Friday night and all day Saturday."
He took her hands in his. "Why so long?"
"It's internal so it isn't as strong, but at the end it'll be stronger than the regular radiation is."
Wilson furrowed his brow. "Internal? How would that-"
She shook her head, indicating that she wasn't going to explain it for him. "I'm going to have to be at the hospital almost all weekend."
Wilson brought her body close to his once again and she rested her head onto his shoulder. "Sweetie it'll be all right. Remember how good last time you were in the hospital worked out? We ended up getting married. This will be fine. Don't get so worried Mary."
"It's just that I thought I might be getting better," she said frankly. He hugged her even tighter than before and kissed the top of her head. Anything that Wilson did made her feel better, but his touch was the best medicine.
He rubbed her back as she cried silently on his shoulder. "It's going to be OK. I'm be right there in the hospital with you; I won't leave your side." Wilson knew that these words meant nothing to Mary, but he had to try something. As always, he hated to see her cry. His heart and his head could not take it.
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A/N: Care to know why I took so long to update? All the reviews, everyone kept saying that I was taking to long and complaining about how the Camdens not knowing that Mary has cancer. So I started thinking, maybe I should revise my story plan. I was going to cut some stuff out, hurry other stuff up. I was really distraught over this so I basically put the story out of my mind for a few days and gave up any and all motivation I had to update. But then I decided that I didn't care what some people were saying and it's my story, so I should do what I want to. To be honest, I am mad at myself. Eleven, twelve stories and I still don't have it figured out. Reviews are amazing and a great morale booster, but when it comes down to it I have to write for myself.
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Anyway, if this chapter is messed up, which I believe it is, please regard it as "temporary fanfic insanity" and call it a day. Oh, and for the person who said that they discuss my story with their friend at school, thank you. That really does mean a great deal to me. See, reviews can be great.
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