Naya woke up from her short cat's nap and looked around the waiting area of the hospital as a shadow passed across her face, deliberately blocking the light from the overhead illumination.

"Hey, Bee," Kevin McHale was leaning over her. "Go back to sleep."

"No. Has Heather woken up yet?" She stared at her phone, it was

"No. The surgery with her brain was still going," Kevin answered and shifted his glance to Mark, who was sitting slumped and tilting his head way too far on his chair. Somehow, Mark always sleeps in the most hilarious ways ever.

Dianna Agron was running down the hallway, with a sleepy Lea Michele in tow. She was breathing heavily, and Naya figured out that she had run all the way from the nurse's desk. Her hair was tousled and some blonde stray locks fell across the emerald eyes.

"Where is she?" Dianna asked Kevin, the panic was evident in her shaking voice. Lea was leaning on the door and was looking inside through the glass. Her back was turned from the others but it was shaking horribly. Naya got up to her feet and went up to Lea and stroked her back.

"Lea, let it out honey, let it out."

"Thi-s is not…happ-en-ing," Lea said, her voice sounding like a quake.

"Shh…you're going to be okay, honey." Naya rubbed Lea's back a couple of times before holding her out towards her. Sobs escaped Lea's mouth abundantly, waking Mark up from his uncomfortable sleep.

"Whe-" suddenly Mark remembered, he was in New York.

"Mark!" Dianna flung her arms around her best guy friend. Darren Criss and Cris Colfer arrived, both weary and tired from work as a doctor went out of the intensive care.

"How is she?" Naya spoke up what was in everyone's head. She did not even bother to look at the doctor. She just wanted to know if Heather was going to be alright.

"All I can answer you ma'am is that it is still uncertain." The doctor in his scrub clothes said, addressing Naya.

"She had stopped breathing and lost too much blood. She had slipped into a coma before even getting here, the chances are up against her. And we expect that she won't make it. But, we pray she would. By the looks of it, during the whole night, I can tell she is a fighter. But, we must pray she will recover, if not completely."

It took a few seconds for the announcement to dig in. Darren's shoulders sagged and it looked as if Naya had just aged ten years older. Dianna seemed to slouch and Lea bawled out like there's no tomorrow. Mark's eyes wore a pained look. Kevin was the one who spoke up first.

"Guys, why don't we just check in to a hotel or…stay at my apartment," he said, desperate to lighten his friends' emotions.

"No. I'm staying here," Naya firmly said. "I will stay here until she wakes up."

"Nay…you haven't had sleep. And not to mention our drinking spree last night," Mark wore a worried face.

"Mark, if you want to sprawl like a starfish, go ahead, but if you're asking me, no thank you," Naya snapped at him.

"Alright. I'll stay at Kevin's. But I'm not going without you. We're in this together, Rivera."

"Okay." Naya nodded as the other boys leave. Lea and Dianna were sitting beside Naya. Mark was already back in the same chair and in the same sitting position. Seconds later, Mark's soft snore reverberated across the waiting room.

"What I hate most about this is how this is affecting us. And what may happen. Whoever the retard that mauled Heather's car doesn't deserve to live," Dianna was too angry to care about her speech.

"It's an accident, no one wanted it, Di," Lea patted her lady's hand as Dianna leaned on her chest, with tears slowly rolling down from her emerald eyes.

"Where is Taylor by the way? Why is it that he's not here?"

Naya remembered the night before. Taylor…

He's in Hong Kong. He left earlier this morning.

"That dumb jock is more than a douchebag," Naya said out loud. The two girls around her were taken aback.

"What? Who?"

"Huh? Oh, no…sorry," Naya could not spill it out. Even if it tastes like bile, she had to keep it to herself. She can't hurt Heather.

Not today, Rivera. Not today.

Taylor Hubbell walked into the white halls, apparently having his tie twisted and hair tousled. His features suddenly shifted from worried to hatred, and the hatred was meant for Naya. They never got along well.

"Where is she?" Anger laced his voice when she saw Naya sitting on those chairs. The anger was directed to Naya. Though, she was looking to Dianna.

"Where were you?" Naya said out loud.

"Shut up! And why are you here anyways?" There was menace in his voice. "Shouldn't be going out, like jacking off with some stranger? Shouldn't you be in a bar or something, flirting or something because as from what I heard, you were the all-time little slut in Hollywood?"

"Because…" Naya inhaled deeply. "My best friend needs her husband and he wasn't there because he was screwing with a hooker or maybe hanging out with some other girl in a club!"

Taylor's face went from red to pale.

"Plus, he told his wife he will be in Hong Kong for a meeting when in fact, he is keeping his hands busy in someone's butt in California while his wife's life is hanging by a fucking thread!" Naya thundered. Seeing Taylor act that way just made her blood boil.

"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about. You are trying to complicate my marriage with Heather. You are being delusional, Naya," Taylor snapped.

"Okay, then why aren't you wearing your wedding ring?" Mark was silently looking at Naya and Taylor, whilst Lea and Dianna sat huddled together, dreading of what might happen.

Taylor would say anything, and he gets physical.

They knew how much Naya could rant when she is angry. She acts like a lioness when it comes to a point that she's pissed. And when it concerns Heather Morris, it will feel as if it is the third world war.

But what they dreaded most was Mark. He will be always in check, but if he strikes it never turns out good.

Lea squeezes Dianna's hand who got the message and tried to pacify Mark, who was sitting next to Dianna.

"Because it wouldn't give him a chance of flirting with that girl back in Los Angeles. Do you really think we wouldn't know Taylor? You were flirting with a girl last night. We were there, Taylor, we saw you!" Naya accused.

A hand was raised to the air. It was spread out and it landed on flesh. The smack of flesh onto flesh echoed across the room. Taylor had slapped Naya squarely in the face.

"You don't have any right to tell me what I did and what I was doing!"

"Now you'll pay for that!" Mark had stood up and a fist swung through the air, hitting Taylor by the jawbone. Taylor took a step backward, while Lea and Dianna cradled Naya in their embrace.

"I was shutting my mouth up since last night and I am so full of your crap!" Mark kept on throwing punches. He hit Taylor's face, making a cut just below his eyes.

Taylor fell to the floor, yet he started to kick Mark's face. He missed a few times, but a strong one hit Mark's brows, causing it to bleed. Security came and brought out Taylor, who smelt of alcohol and weed.

"Hey, Nay, you okay?" Mark looked at the Latina worriedly. The blood was dripping across Mark's left eye.

"Yeah. You're in worse shape than me," Naya rubbed her sore cheek. It earned her a chuckle from Mark. A nurse was already bringing him for his wound to be dressed. Naya was also handed with a cold compress for her cheek.

"I can't believe Taylor just did that."

"What a douche bag. For sure, Hemo will leave him when she wakes up and knows about it."

If ever she'd wake up again.

Naya stood up and walked slowly away from the intensive care unit.

"Nay? Where are you going?" Lea asked worriedly.

"I need to be alone," Naya's feet carried her to the hospital's chapel and for the first time in a long time, she kneeled in front of Jesus and prayed.

Dear Lord, please let her wake up.