AN: So here is the ending. I'm sure it's going to be something you didn't expect. Now with this done I can move on to other fics.

Also I want to give a shout out to two fics: ChaseisKing's "The Birthday Gift", and Yanixter's sequel for it "The Gift Aftermath". Both are good fics and you should check it out.

Disclaimer: I don't own Paw Patrol.

The pups went everywhere and asked every nurse or doctor they could find where Marshall was. A few of them had spotted him but didn't know where they went nor did they know of his condition. Finally, they got a few people telling him that they spotted him heading to a wing for terminally ill children and pups. The six of them all gathered just outside the doors and looked both scared and horrified at the idea of going forward.

"So… who wants to push the doors?" asked Rubble.

Nobody stepped forward.

"C-Come on, guys," chucked Rocky, nervously. "Ma-Marshall cannot be really s-sick… can he?"

The others again didn't answer. It was like the climax of a movie that was ready to hit them and they would be unable to remove it from their retinas upon seeing it. Finally, Chase took a deep breath. "Look, no matter what happens we are going to be THERE for Marshall. No matter what he has or… what he's…. dealing with… we're going to do this as a family. Because Marshall is one of us and we'll be there to the end for him. Just like he would be there for us. Right?"

"Right," said the team, nodding their heads.

"Then… let's go…"

As one, they opened the doors and went through the halls, looking for any sign of their spotted friend. A doctor was walking their way when he noticed the pups. "Um, can I help you?"

"We're looking for a dalmatian named Marshall?" asked Skye.

The doctor smiled. "Oh, he's in room 121. You wouldn't happen to be the Paw Patrol would you?"

"Yeah. Has Mawshall mention us?" asked Zuma.

"He never stops talking about you. I'm sure the puppies will be excited to see you," replied the doctor as he took off.

"Puppies?" asked Everest and Rocky at the same time.

Confused, the group made their way to room 121 as they were instructed and opened the door. What they found was something they weren't expecting. It was an entire bedroom for puppies, far smaller and younger than even Rubble and Zuma, who were laughing and watching at Marshall as he was acting like he was running away from something. Of course, this being Marshall and all, he started running into a wall, slammed into, and a bunch of books from a shelf above that landed on his head.

Rubbing his noggin, Marshall gave a nervous smile to the kids, "Well, I always did want to be book smart!"

The puppies, and the Paw Patrol, couldn't help but laugh at that one.

"So, what happened next, Marshall!" asked one pup, a golden retriever, at the edge of his bed.

"Did the bear eat you and Chase?" asked another pup, this one a dalmatian.

"Silly! If it did eat him, why is here?" asked a female akita.

"Well, the bear didn't eat us, but it did trap me and Chase in a cave," said Marshall, acting dramatic as the pups paid attention. The others quickly realized what story this was, recalling a rescue in the forest where there were some lost hikers. Marshall and Chase had split from the group and got chased by a bear. "We quickly remember what it is your supposed to do when facing a bear. Can you tell me what it was?"

"Bop it on the nose!"

"Distract it with something shiny!"

"Climb a tree!"

"Play dead!"

"That's right! We played dead!" said Marshall as he faked a gasp and put his paws over his chest. "Oh no! I'm dying! This is the end! Goodbye cruel world! Blah!" cried out Marshall before he fell on his back with his hind legs in the air.

"Hey! I wasn't that dramatic!" shouted Chase earning the attention of the puppies and Marshall, who got up upon hearing his best friend. "Uh, hi?"

The puppies all gasped as they soon rushed over to where the pups were and started asking them a bunch of questions with excited little tones.

"Oh my gosh! It's really the Paw Patrol!"

"This is the best day ever!"

"Rocky you're my favorite!"

"Rubble are you really a big Apollo fan?! Cause I like him too!"

"You're so beautiful Skye!"

"Everest is just as beautiful too!"

"Zuma you remind me of my big brother! I'm a big fan of yours!"

"Hey, Chase is it true that you have a crush on-" Marshall quickly got up and stopped the puppy from speaking by putting his paw on the boy's mouth.

"Uh, let's not overcrowd my teammates, kids," replied Marshall with a nervous laugh as Chase raised an eyebrow saying most likely they would talk about this later.

"But why are they here, Marshall?" asked the puppies all looking at him curiously.

"Um…. Well… you see…"

Skye smiled and chuckled. "Because we're here to help Marshall tell stories about our adventures, right?" She winked at the others and at Marshall who all quickly smiled and nodded.

"Of course, after all, nothing's more exciting then telling a story or two," replied Chase.

"We've had some pwetty cool adventures, huh?" asked Zuma.

"O-oh, well, then how about we tell them the time we rescued Mayor Goodway in a hot air balloon?" asked Marshall.

Upon hearing this, the puppies all cheered.

The experience was just fun for the puppies, it was fun for the other pups as well. Story after story, they all dramatically played their parts during the various missions they had done, with some of them even playing other roles like Ryder, Captain Turbot, or Alex. Sometimes they even did the adventures they had in their dreams or the fun roleplaying games they liked such as Apollo the Super Pup.

The puppies were all smiling at the sight of their heroes and even asked questions the team was happy to enjoy telling. In turn, they learned a lot about the puppies including their names, dreams, and hopes.

Eventually, a doctor came saying visiting time was over and that it was time for the puppies to get some rest. They were all saddened, but the team promised to come visit next week.

After saying their goodbyes, the team exited the room and made for the lobby where Marshall stood in front of his friends, nervously rubbing the back of his head. "I… I guess you have questions."

"So, this is what you've been doing? Sharing stories with these puppies?" asked Rocky with a smile.

Marshall nodded as he smiled in nostalgia. "Yeah. You know how we always get fan mail and such? Well, I got a letter from a puppy here by the name of Tyler. He was always a big fan of me and he wanted to see me at least once before… well…" there was a sorrowful silence before Marshall continued, "So I did. And I met him and all his friends in the hospital and… I grew to like the attention and those puppies… so I started coming more and more… even after Tyler passed away."

The pups, seeing the tears developing into his eyes, all moved over and hugged Marshall who smiled upon feeing their love. Wiping his eyes, he thanked them.

"Why didn't you tell us?" asked Skye.

"… Tyler promised me to keep telling the stories to the puppies in a final letter he wrote to me before he died. His owner gave it to me at the funeral. I guess I felt like it was my personal duty to give those puppies some happiness before they… pass on," whispered Marshall, shaking his head. "Some of them aren't even going to live to our age… if I can give them some happiness before they die, I think Tyler would be happy up there in heaven."

Now the others were supporting tears. Chase walked up to his best friend and put his paw on his shoulder. "You're a good pup, Marshall. Never forget that."

"Yeah, we'd love to help as well. Maybe we can ever bring Ryder next time!" said Skye.

"And we can tell about all the stories we thought about Marshall," Rubble commented.

"What stories?" asked Marshall raising his eyebrow.

"Oh just that we thought you were a superhero, spy, boy band entertainer, Everest's boyfriend, illegal MMA fighter, and dying."

"…what was that about me being Everest's boyfriend?"