So...last chapter. Hopefully, everything will be wrapped up into a neat little package at this point.

Disclaimer: Refer to previous chapter's disclaimer.

Four pounds. Only four pounds? Surely Peter gained more than that. Of course, he was still restraining himself, as much as he tried not to. After all, he was trying to get himself back up to a healthy weight. In a couple of weeks, though, it was an all right start.

These things didn't happen overnight, either. The boy had a long way to go before he could even think about leaving the hospital.

It was funny, looking down at the scale. It seemed like only yesterday it was Peter's arch-rival, displaying his weight to him as if gloating about it. Now, in a sense, it was a dear friend, showing Peter how well he was eating.

Peter also reminded himself to take it slow. He just had to increase his intake a bit at a time. Rush it, and he was back to square one.

Still, Tino and the others would surely be happy that he was finally starting to get better.

...

Tino was in the house, rearranging the silverware to busy himself, as Berwald was packing lunch for them. They were getting rather sick of the food the hospital offered, and wanted something they actually liked.

"Berwald, I've been thinking..." The Finn whispered, causing his partner to look up. Berwald grunted, indicating that he was listening. "It's about Lukas...You think we should let him come back?"

The taller man shrugged. "Eventually. He needs t' learn his lesson f'rst. He did t'rrible things." Berwald put a hand on Tino's shoulder. "Maybe s'meday."

"Still, he was responsible for several deaths. I don't know...Oh, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it, right?" Berwald simply nodded."Well, let's not dwell on it now. Let's just go see how Peter's doing!"

With that, the two grabbed everything they were going to bring, and went to go find Mathias and Emil.

...

"Hello?" Alfred switched the light to his living room on. For the first time in nearly a year, he hadn't seen any weird antics come from his house. "Tony, you here?"

No answer. It was as if the alien was never there. Alfred slowly inspected the room, making his way to the kitchen. It, too, was empty. The American, however caught sight of something rather odd looking.

"Hello. What's this supposed to be?" He took hold of the odd device and looked it over. A small screen on it lit up, displaying a few lines of text:

Human:

I have gone back to my home planet. My duty is done.

I am in your debt for taking me in after I landed in Roswell. Use this however you will.

And welcome home. -Tony

"He left...? And what is this thing, exactly?" Alfred played with the device a bit, looking over the modes and options. The technological overload was so great, he could only laugh in amazement.

"This thing's really advanced! I wonder..." He himself really had no use for this thing. However, hopefully Tony wouldn't mind if he tweaked it a little.

"I bet this would make a great present for Peter! Wonder what else this thing can do." With that, Alfred went back out with his new toy, eager to show it off to the boy in the hospital.

...

Toris and Raivis stood in the room, oddly quiet and holding baskets. It was still a clean, pretty room, but its purpose wouldn't be fulfilled. It was a bit chilling to know, however, that someone had died here.

Slowly, both of them began picking up any stuffed animals around them, placing them into one each of the respective baskets. When all of the toys and clothes were picked up, they were set to move the heavy crib out into the living room. The whole time, neither of them said a word.

When they were finished, the room was now cleared out. The cheery wall decorations were still there, but otherwise it was simply an empty room. The two both walked to opposite ends of the room, still silent.

It was hard to accept that one of their own was gone, but this way, it could be easier to move on. They were still here. They could keep on living for Eduard, and his daughter. He was likely still with them, in spirit.

Neither of them really knew where he'd wound up, given he wasn't really a religious man, but maybe, just maybe, he was still here, as one of the ghosts he secretly had a liking for.

For now, though, this room was to be closed, lingering spirit or not. Both Baltics would probably use it for something else down the road, but for now, neither of them would bother.

"I'll be out in the car, Raivis. Take all the time you need. And lock the door when you come out, okay?" Toris whispered as he left the room, leaving the Latvian alone.

Raivis strode over to the middle of the room and sat down. He remembered helping the other two put it all together. He and Toris were so looking forward to becoming the child's uncles. Too bad it didn't happen that way.

The once overly cutesy room was now silent, and eerie. The boy felt he wasn't alone, either. He looked up at the ceiling, from where Eduard had been hanging that day. It was just...so final. That he had resorted to such an extreme.

After sitting in silence for a few minutes, Raivis stood back up and dusted himself off. He made his way to the door, but just as he was about to walk outside, he turned back and looked in there one last time.

"Goodbye, Eduard," he said quietly. He then shut the light off and closed the door, locking it. He then went outside to where Toris was waiting, ready to visit Peter at the hospital.

...

Peter was so glad to have so many visitors. Not everyone he wanted was here, but nonetheless, he was happy with everyone here for him.

Everyone was...happy for him. He told them of his progress, and he was praised and congratulated at getting better. He had everyone here to support him. There was his parents, his uncles, Alfred, and the Baltics all wanting him to get better.

The boy knew that he had a long way to go. He had to get healthy enough to leave the hospital. Even then, he wouldn't be completely in the clear. Peter knew he had a bumpy and difficult road ahead of him.

Still, he was seeing everyone's faces, so proud of him trying his best. There was a chance Peter would have never seen all of them again. He wasn't out of the woods yet (after all, there was always the chance of relapse), but he had to have hope.

Peter knew there was no guarantee this would ever completely go away. For the longest time, he suffered alone, trying to fix something that wasn't broken. Now, he could begin healing, and setting right what once had gone wrong.

It would be difficult, but he had everyone backing him up. Whatever lay ahead, he now knew he didn't have to go it alone.

The end.

I know, it probably wasn't what you guys wanted in an ending, but I tried. I seriously did. I didn't want it to seem so final. I wanted it to have the whole, "it's really up to you what happens after" thing going on.

Anyway, eating disorders are a serious thing. Remember, if you or someone you know might have one, by all means, get help! No one should suffer alone. There are many places and people that can help. Reach out, and someone can set you on the road to recovery.

Though this story has ended, stick around, if you'd like! I might have some new stories and updates coming out very soon!

-Emerald-Shadow-Knight