AN: Thanks to XLoendLOLiver4evaX, Becky143jonas, princess cutie, IheartORANGE, durangokid03, LoliverLova24, and mad-sugar-but-sweet for the reviews. :) This is it: the FINAL part of Five Tears! It took a little longer to write because I ended up being busier this week than I had anticipated. I'm excited to bring it to you, but also sad that it's over. It took up about 8 pages in Word to write, so get ready.

When he finally came to, Oliver found himself lying in hospital bed.

"W-Where...am I?" He glanced around the room, slowly trying to sit up.

"Reidsville County Hospital." There was a nurse in the room with Oliver who answered.

"A-A hospital?" Oliver questioned. "Why am I in a hospital?"

"You were in a pretty nasty car wreck just outside of town here." The nurse said. "You had a moderate frontal skull fraction from it. Took ten stitches to seal it up."

"C-C-Car wreck?" Oliver hesitantly lifted his hand to his forehead. He ran his hand back and forth over the bumps of the stitches carefully. Doing so made his memory return. He could see the frightening scenes of the accident vividly. His heart began to beat out of his chest. Fear flowed through his veins. When everything became clear, he blinked rapidly several times and franticly yelled out the only thing on his mind:

"Where's Lilly!?"

"Who's Lilly?" The nurse looked at as if he was hallucinating.

"M-My-my wife." Oliver paused. "Lilly Oken. She...she was with me in the car when we crashed."

"Oh. The young woman who came in with you." She replied.

"How is she?" He asked reluctantly.

"I haven't heard any about her since she was admitted." The nurse said. "I don't want to be the one to say this, but she didn't look well at all."

Oliver opened his mouth to keep asking questions, but nothing came out. There was so much he wanted to know. A sharp pain in his head hit him, causing him to bit his lip so he wouldn't so the nurse weakness.

"One more thing, Mr. Oken." She said. "There are visitors here to see you."

"Visitors?" Oliver raised his right eye brow in confusion. "But no one knows about the accident."

"You gave us names and a number to call when you first came in." The nurse explained. "Don't you remember that?"

"Honestly, no." Oliver replied.

"Maybe you should rest a while and then have your company." She said.

"No. I'm fine." Oliver was stern with his words. "Bring whoever it is in."

The nurse walked over and opened the door. She looked down the hall and gave the signal that it was ok for people to enter the room.

"Hi daddy."

Oliver was shocked to see Miley walking toward him with Heather.

"H-Heather? Miley?" Oliver asked. "How..how did you know?"

"I got a call from the hospital hours ago." Miley said. "We were just waiting for you to wake up."

"You-You must have driven four, five hours to get here." Oliver said.

"I rushed over as soon as I heard." Miley said.

"Daddy, what's that funny looking stuff on your head?" Heather asked, point at the stitches.

"In a minute, honey." Oliver politely brushed his daughter's question off so that he could keep talking to Miley. "Have you heard from or seen Lilly?"

Miley looked down at the floor for a few sections before picking her head up to answer. "She's not doing well, Oliver."

"M-M-Miley." Oliver started stuttering again. "T-Tell me w-what you know."

"Not much, honestly." Miley admitted. "I haven't seen her. They won't let anyone get near her. She's been in surgery for quite some time now."

"Is...she out?" Oliver asked.

"I don't know anything else." Miley said. "I wish I did. I wish I had something to tell you. I wish that I had good news...but I just don't. I'm pretty sure her injuries were...were..." She stopped for a moment and decided to whisper the last part of her sentence so that Heather wouldn't hear. "life-threatening."

Oliver took a deep breath. He started trying to lift himself up out of his hospital bed. "I'm going to find her."

"Oliver what are you doing?" Miley asked. "You're hurt, too!"

"So?" He muttered back. Oliver was successful standing. "I've got to see Lilly."

"You can't just get up and leave!" Miley exclaimed.

"Oh yeah!?" Oliver had hobbled his way to the door way. He didn't have broken arms or legs; just bruised, sore, cut up. He turn backed to face Miley; determination glowing in his eyes. "Watch me!"

Miley just stood still next to Heather as Oliver took off as fast as his wounded body could take him down the hall.

"Where's Lillian Oken!?" Oliver slammed his hand down on the front desk and demanded. The stunned receptionist just pointed in the right direction and Oliver took off again. He had found Lilly's room, but there was a doctor standing guard in front of it.

"Woah there." He said, putting his hand up in front of Oliver's face. "Where do you think you're going?"

"In there." Oliver grunted. He was getting ticked off with all these hindrances.

"You can go any further. This is the Intensive Care Unit." The man explained.

"Listen, buddy! My wife's in there!" Oliver had snapped. "You're not going to stop me from seeing her!"

"I'm sorry, young man, but only medical professionals are allowed in the room."

"I don't care who you allow back there! I demand that you-" Oliver suddenly stopped. He thought about his actions and what he was saying and knew it was the wrong way to go about fighting this. It made him reconsider his tone. "Look, it's my fault she's in there in the first place. She was in a car wreck...and I was driving. It's...it's my understanding that she's had to have some major surgery. Her injuries were pretty bad and she..." Oliver swallowed at the lump growing in his throat. " she may not make it."

"I...I didn't know that." The officer stammered.

"We were on our way to a cabin up north...to-to celebrate our anniversary." Oliver continued. "Ten years on the 23rd."

"That's today..." The doctor said.

"It is?" Oliver asked. "I've been out cold and stuck in a hospital that long?" The doctor didn't respond, so Oliver kept talking. "Please, doctor. I need to see Lilly. I need to see my wife."

"I want to let you in, believe me, I do." He replied. "But I'm not so sure you're going to like what you see."

"Let me see my wife." Oliver said firmly.

"You're a stubborn one, aren't you?" The doctor let out a small laugh, but he quickly saw that Oliver didn't think he was being funny. He sighed. "She's recovering still. It's not pretty, but after hearing your whole story, I guess I could sneak you in...but only for a few minutes! If anyone catches you there's going to be major trouble, so don't stay long."

"Thank you." Oliver said. He turned and placed his hand on the door to push it open.

"Not long." The doctor repeated. Oliver nodded and slowly pushed the door open.

Even though he had just cracked the door enough at first to poke his head in, Oliver had seen his worst nightmare come true. His beloved wife lay frail and motionless in a hospital bed. The doctor was right: Lilly didn't look well at all. Countless machines were hooked up to her. She had some sort of IV in her right arm and had to have a breathing tube. Her face was cut up worse than it had been on that frightful summer's night. Oliver wanted to speak, but Lilly had taken his breath away. This time, however, for all the wrong reasons.

Oliver crept up to Lilly's bed side, taking baby steps. He stood there and looked down at her with his hands in his pockets. After a couple of failed attempts to talk, Oliver finally was able to regain the ability.

"H-Hey baby..." His voice was merely above a whisper. Oliver waited for a second as if he expected Lilly to answer. "It's...Oliver..."

Oliver stared off at the machines. Lilly's heart monitor readings were slow, but Oliver hoped that meant she was relaxing and still feeling the anesthesia.

"I- I don't know if you can hear me or not," He began. "B-But I have some things I want to say." Oliver cleared his throat. "This...this is all my fault. I caused this to happen. I was the careless one. I did this to you. Me!"

Oliver stopped to calm himself down a bit before he continued.

"I...I said some horrible things to you just before we crashed." Oliver said. "I'm not going to repeat the exact scene, because it'll just hurt more. I said that I meant those evil words, but it's a lie! It wasn't true then, it's not true now, and it never ever will be! I didn't, I don't, and I won't ever hate you!"

Oliver felt himself going a bit hysterical again, but he couldn't stop his raw emotions.

"The worst part of it all is that you'll never know..." Oliver knelt down at Lilly's bedside. "You'll never know my apology. You'll never know my misery. You'll never know how much I love you..."

Oliver didn't notice that there was slight movement under Lilly's eye lids. He just continued on his sad rant. "You'll never know any of that, and it's all because of me! What kind of a husband am I!? Who is so stupid enough to loose control and risk loosing it all!? You don't deserve this, I do! Oh I wish it were me laying there instead of you!"

All this time Oliver was holding back. He tried so hard not to let his eyes even start to water, but he just couldn't help it anymore. There was going to be a huge moment of weakness. When he felt the tear forming, Oliver slowly bent his head down and rested his forehead on the bed next to Lilly's hand. His voice was squeaky and cracked.

"P-Please...please don't...don't leave me..."

Oliver kept fighting with own eyes not to let that salty droplet fall. Once his eyes burned from the delay, he decided to let it escape his eyes...but he was going to do it the right way. "I can't live my life without you!"

He let the tear burst free. Oliver hoped it'd be a quick one; that it would roll down in seconds and it would be forgotten. That wasn't the case. This tear slid only to about half way down his cheek before something amazing happened.

Oliver felt slight motion from the bed. Before he could make any sense of it all, Oliver felt a cool, shaky hand gently brush up against his warm face and capture the lone tear.

"No..."

"Lilly!?" He jerked back in shock. "Lilly!"

He watched as Lilly tried to life her eye lids. She was struggling to do so. "C-C'mon, honey. Open your eyes for me. I want to see those baby blue gems of yours."

Lilly didn't have much of a facial expression other than pain. Oliver watched has she squinted to see him. With time, Lilly had opened her eyes completely and was staring blankly at her husband.

"Lilly! You're...you're-"

"No...more...tears..." Lilly could barely speak because of the pain. Her eyes didn't stay open the whole time while she was talking. The lids felt as if they weighed a ton. She'd often blink them, for her vision was blurred to begin with.

"Did- did you hear everything I said?" Oliver asked. "Do you understand? Can...can you forgive me?"

"L-Listen to me." Lilly was taking shallow breaths between words. "W-When I leave, I-I'm taking your tears w-with m-me..."

"Huh?" Oliver tilted his head. "What are you taking about?"

"You...you know I'm dying..."

"Lilly, that's crazy talk!" Oliver burst. "I know you're in tremendous pain, but you're not dying!"

"N-N-No...l-listen..." Lilly kept trying to explain herself. "I-I can feel it. I'm..I'm not joking. You n-need to believe me..."

"I-I-I...I don't want to." Oliver stuttered. "I can't."

"I just...I-I need you t-to listen to me..."

Oliver still refused to believe, but agreed to listen. "If I would have agreed to listen before, we wouldn't be here in first place."

"Shh." Lilly commanded and Oliver obeyed. "I'm doing this for y-you. I-I don't want you to c-cry a single t-tear for me for the r-rest of your life. You...you need to be str-strong in this world and st-stand tall."

"In order to be strong and stand tall I need you!" Oliver proclaimed.

"Do it f-for our d-daughter."

"Heather!" Oliver just remembered that he left her and Miley alone in his room. "She's here with Miley. She has to see you!"

"No." Lilly replied. "I don't want her s-seeing me like this. It'll...It'll hurt her. No child sh-should see their mother die..."

"But Lilly!"

"No." She repeated.

"Lilly, you can't..." Oliver paused. "You can't leave Heather! She needs her mom!"

"She needs a loving fa-father figure."Lilly replied. "I don't want her to have to go th-through the same trauma I did with my d-dad...and I know sh-she won't with you. I want her to grow up th-thinking her dad is s-superman. That he will n-never let her down or cause h-harm to her in any way. That he will al-always be there to catch her i-if she falls. That there will be n-no other man on Earth who will love h-her as much as her d-daddy does."

"Lilly," Oliver looked away for a moment. He could just picture those moments that she had mention in his head. "Please...please don't talk like that. It's scaring me."

"You have to p-promise me you'll d-do those things." Oliver's view returned to Lilly. "B-Be the best dad and not c-cry a single tear over me e-ever again."

"Lilly how can you expect me t-" Oliver saw Lilly cringed in pain.

"O-O-Ol-Oliver!" Lilly spat on in serve pain. Oliver just had the look of panic on his face. "P-P-Prom-mise me!"

"I promise, Lilly! I promise!" He shouted back. "But don't go! Just st-stay with m-me. Hang...Hang in there."

"I...I can't...much longer. Just...let me go..."

"No. Not without this..."

Oliver lips crashed on Lilly' shaky ones for most passionate kiss the two of them have ever shared. They both never had such an amazing or romantic kiss. The kiss was a long as it could possible be held out, until Lilly had to cut it off because she wasn't breathing enough. It caused her to cough softly.

"I'm..I'm sorry!" Oliver apologized franticly.

"I...love...you, Oliver..Oscar...Oken." Lilly tried to take deep breaths in between the coughs so that her words would be clear. "You will always... have me with you... in your heart...and in our daughter..."

"I love you! I love you, Lilly!" Oliver kept repeating that over and over.

Lilly gathered every bit of strength she had in her to glue her blue, blood shot eyes to Oliver broken brown ones. She was able to get one on last message:

"Hap-Happy Anni-ver-sary, Ollie. I-I love...you...do-nut..."

Lilly's eyes had slowly closed themselves just as the horrific sound of the heart monitor machine flat lining filled the room.

She was gone; just like that...

Oliver felt a numbing sensation tidal wave over him. His mind, his heart, his soul; all frozen in time. A part of him wanted to pray it was a dream, but he knew the truth. He knew the horrible reality, but Oliver wanted to just cradle her in his arms one more time. The worst part: he felt like flooding the room with tears, but he gathered the courage to fight it. He would never break a promise to his wife.

Especially not one he swore to uphold on her death bed...

Being that this was the ICU area of the hospital, the machines had triggered an alarm that sent a bunch of doctors and nurses bursting into the room. All they saw when they flung open the door was Oliver on his knees by the bed, holding his head in his hands.

"Hey, how did you get in here!?" One of the doctors asked. Oliver didn't answer and remained motionless.

"I'm sorry, son." Another doctor walked up to Oliver and put his hand on his shoulder. He showed more compassion. "Want us to give you a moment alone?" Oliver managed to nod slightly and the medical staff left the room.

After about a minute of silence passed, there was a knock at the door.

"Oliver? You in there?" It was Miley. Before he could answer her, Miley had pushed open the door. She was standing there holding on to Heather's hand.

Oliver flung his head back in shock. "M-M-M-"

"How is she?" Miley asked.

"M-Miley, sh-she's..." Oliver hated the fact that he had to say this. He wasn't looking forward to telling everyone back home, especial Mrs. Truscott. Miley's face turned to match Oliver's exactly: horror and disbelief. She already knew what had happened. Oliver didn't need to say another word.

"What...what about H-Heather?" Miley asked. Heather was just standing there. She wasn't able to understand the severity of the situation yet. "Sh-Should I...take her outside?"

"Lilly didn't want Heather to see her like this." Oliver was still kneeling and now he had his back to Miley. "But I want her to understand as best as she can right now. Bring..." Oliver stopped for a deep breath. "Bring her over here."

Miley motioned for Heather to walk to Oliver. Heather did so slowly.

"Daddy?" Oliver felt his daughter staring at the back of his head. "Is mommy sleeping?"

Oliver turned to face his little girl. This would be the hardest thing he would ever have to say. The first time he told Lilly he loved her was nothing compared to explaining her death to a six year old.

"No, honey." Oliver replied softly. "Not exactly."

"What's wrong?" Heather asked curiously. "Is she sick?"

"She's not really sick either." Oliver continued.

"You're confusing me." Heather announced. That was not Oliver's objective at all. He had to think of some way to get his point across. If he wanted Heather to get the truth and hopefully learn to live with the change, Oliver was going to have to be a little more forward.

"Sweety." He started attempt number two. "Mommy's gone away for awhile. She...she went to Heaven."

"Not she's not, she right there." Heather stretched out her arm to point, but Oliver gentle pushed it back down to her side.

"Mommy's on her way to Heaven right now." Oliver said.

"So...what does that mean?" She asked.

"It means..." Oliver swallowed hard. "She won't be at home with us physical. We won't be able to see her."

"Ever?" Oliver noticed his daughter's eyes were watering. He ignored his urge to do the same.

"No, Heather, not forever." Oliver assured. "Just for now. One day, you and I will both go to Heaven, too. Then we'll all be together. In our hearts, though, she lives for ever."

"Can't we go there now?" Heather asked.

"It's not our time to go." Oliver said. He looked over where Lilly lay and then back to his daughter. If he looked in the other direction any longer he wouldn't be able to keep his promise. "I'm not so sure why mommy was called this early either, but I promise you that one day you will be with her again."

Heather just stood there trying to take in everything that her father had just explained to her. Oliver wondered if she really understood or thought this was all a dream or pretend.

"Come here." Oliver reached out his arms. "Daddy needs a hug."

"I'll miss her..." Heather rested her head on Oliver's shoulder during their loving embrace. Oliver who hoped she wasn't about to cry. That was the last thing he wanted to happen.

"I'll miss her, too, baby." Oliver spoke into her ear. "Daddy's going to make sure everything's ok. Sure things will be a little weird for a while, but you and I will stick together. You can count on it."

Father and daughter shared that hug and a few seconds of quiet before Oliver spoke up.

"Go with your Aunt Miley now, Heather." Oliver said, letting go. "Daddy will be out in a minute."

"You want to go get some ice cream?" This was the first time Miley had spoken during this whole ordeal. She was just the observer.

"Ok." Heather responded. She looked up funny at Miley. "How did your eyes get red?"

"I was just listening to what you dad was saying." Miley paused for a moment and turned to Oliver. "He said just the right things. I know your mom is glad to know you'll be safe with him."

Oliver wanted to say something, but he didn't. Miley had said enough. What she had said started to make him think of all the things he didn't think he could handle without Lilly.

"Just...give daddy a minute." He said. Miley walked over and took Heather by the hand to lead her out of the room. She turned to Oliver at the last minute.

"You going to be ok?" She asked. Oliver nodded so Miley left him in the room alone with Lilly one last time.

Oliver almost didn't want to look at Lilly anymore for fear he'd loose it, but he did anyway. He scanned her whole, life-less body and reached out to touch her hand. The cold feeling sent a rush like ice water through veins. Normally he'd be on the ground sobbing, but Oliver just pulled back his hand. There wasn't anything let to do.

Oliver sighed heavily and headed for the door. Just before he exited, he took one last look at her body, then he hilted his head up.

"No more tears, Lills." He said. "I promise."

Such a bitter/sweet ending. I'm pretty proud of this story as a whole. I think I took a little too long to finish it, because some of my original ideas had to be changed. Regardless, I hope you liked it. Plans for a sequel are in the works...but I think I'll take some time off to work on Lolivers that won't make you guys cry so much :P Thanks to EVERYONE who read/reviewed/favored this. Keep an eye out for more of my work to be posted soon!

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