Naya stormed out of the restroom as she caught sight of Taylor Hubbell. They were in a restaurant and she ran into them. She quickly went up to Taylor and looked at him from head to toe.

"What are you looking at?"

"You are so disgusting! If I were to be asked, I could've given Heather to Mark because simple-minded as that Salling boy is, he is way better than you douchebag!"

"If I may remind you, wasn't it you who whored out a lot of guys and you ruined my marriage?"

"It was you Taylor. I know. We all know. And you divorced Heather, while she was in a coma, how could you do that? She was pregnant with your child!"

It took seconds for the thought to sink in. Naya let it settle down and she let Taylor understand what she was saying.

"But it was miscarried. I made a wrong choice in marrying Heather because…I only thought I loved her."

Naya opened her mouth a couple of times, only swallowing her words as she had formulated them. An infuriated, fuming Naya left the room. Mark followed her.

"You know what? Y'all look like a bunch of hookers though!" Taylor shouted, however, this did not pass Mark's hand unchecked. He went back and punched Taylor.

"Mark! Damn, can't you keep that hand off?" Naya angrily called him.

"Some other day, douchebag." Mark threw Taylor a piercing look.

They drove through the highway and Naya had her mind on driving when Mark spoke up.

"Hey, Nay, how about we move Heather back here in L.A.? It's been roughly seven months and you look like hell every time you fly over there. You see, Marin County would gladly take her in."

"I don't know if that is even possible."

"It is," Mark grinned. "As long as it is me who's going to do it."

"Whatever, Salling. Whatever."

Naya had been thinking about moving Heather, too. She looked up at Mark after a few moments of considering his proposal.

"Can you do that for me, Markie?"

"Sure thing," Mark just grinned. He knew Naya would be so happy, and that the Latina would just agree to his idea.

They decided that they should move Heather that weekend. The blonde had been moved to Marin General County Hospital without any hassle. Naya oversaw the process. Mark was there, too, but he seemed to enjoy watching rather than help.

"Mmm…seems like you've really got it on, huh," Mark sat on the couch.

"You know Salling? Get your dopey ass out of that couch if you don't want me to end you."

Mark looked at Naya. "Wanky."

"Get the heck off, I'm moving this vase on that spot, now please…"

"Okay, fine…fine," Mark held up his hands.

Naya finished the moving and the like and Heather's room was more like an ordinary home rather than a hospital room. Mark went inside and swung his legs across the couch, sprawling like a sea urchin this time though.

"Mark Salling, you are such a…"

"What?"

"Nevermind." Naya shrugged. Boys are just too disgusting sometimes.

"Hey, want to grab some coffee?"

"Whatever."

"You say whatever a lot, Naya," Mark said, scratching the back of his head.

"Whatever," Naya rolled her eyes.

"Come on, let's grab that coffee, then I will drop you home so you can study that script for tomorrow."

"Yeah, thanks for reminding me," Naya smiled a smug little smile. She opened the car door and sat at the passenger's seat. Mark stepped on the accelerator.

"Hey, Nay…" Mark looked at the silent Naya.

"Yes?"

"Are you sure about this? I mean moving Hemo back here in L.A.?" Mark asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Like, it's another one in the can for you. Heck, aren't you too busy for Heather?"

"I know. But I think I can manage," Naya smiled softly to herself.

Mark clicked his lounge. "Such girls," he chuckled.

"Mark, by the way," Naya paused. "Thanks, you've been with me all through this."

"Nahh, I'm just getting back on you."

"Ha-ha, for what?"

"For everything," Mark smiled.

Naya smiled. The both of them grabbed coffee at Starbucks and Mark dropped her at her apartment. She gave Mark a chaste kiss on the cheek.

"God bless your soul, Salling."

"All thanks, Rivera," he waved goodbye to the brunette. Naya just shook her head and went inside. She caught sight of the photographs arranged above a teak display table. They were so happy, she and Heather. The blonde seemed so alive, so happy, so joyful.

The bedside alarm clock rang again. Naya slowly got up and muttered a good morning to her dog. She then went into the bathroom and ran the cold water, splashing it on her body. It sent her body from sleepiness to wakefulness as she made plans for that day. She's going to pick the white chamomiles from the flower shop, drop them off to Heather's and spend the entire morning till afternoon. She smiled to herself. She had been pretty used to spending days with Heather, speaking to her as if she was leaving. It had been almost four months since the tragic day in New York. Naya never misses a day of spending and talking with Heather.

She arrived shortly just after nine o' clock. It was usually the time for cleaning and disinfecting the rooms. She opened the door and she was met by the medicine-smelling air which she had grown so used to but she had grown to hate it, too. She set up the white flowers on the vase by the bedside table, these were Heather's favourite.

"Hey, Hemo," she stroked the blonde hair, holding back the tears.

"Please wake up. I miss you so much," Naya's voice sounded broken.

"I love you so much," her eyes were brimming now.

"Hemo, I have an interview on Ellen tonight. Please wake up so you can watch it," Naya smiled softly as she looked at Heather's pale cheeks.

"I miss you so much." She bent down and kissed her best friend's cheek and she talked about everything and just stuff that was never really important, just trying to talk to Heather had been very soothing to her.

She left shortly before three in the afternoon. She had to go through make-ups and stuff. The evening for her was uneventful, with just talking about her albums and shows. The night dragged by and it was past eleven and she was already on the way home. The traffic had been too congested all across Maple Avenue, whoever knew what the damned reason for it.

Naya arrived at her apartment and realized that the phone had been ringing and blowing off from its stand. She had to pick that contraption and throw it later.

"Hello?" she said, not giving so much thought and preparing to say goodbye.

"Miss Rivera?" an important sounding person said from the other line.

"Yes," Naya said, her senses told her to be sober.

"It's Marin County Hospital," Naya's heart seemed to drop by the second.

"She's awake."

Naya's heart seemed to beat against her eardrums as she quickly splashed water across her face and removed the make-up. She drove across the highway, deliberately breaking a few traffic rules and pulled up across the parking lot of Marin County Hospital. She seemed to fly through the parking lot, and reached the nurse's desk.

"Is Heather awake?" she asked, her breath shortened, her chest heaving up and down.

"Oh, hello Naya," Heather's doctor, from what Naya had recognized smiled at her.

"Doctor, is she still awake?"

"Uhh, Naya, I'm sorry but she had been up very late, but she is now asleep. Hey, why don't you just come back tomorrow?"

"No, doctor. I'll just wait around here." Naya took a turn for the chapel. She had to thank someone.

And by that someone, it wasn't just someone, it was Him. Naya knelt on the wooden altar, head bowed, and her voice very solemn.

"Thank you," her eyes stung with tears. She prayed till she sat up and slumped in the chapel's bench, dreaming about tomorrow.