Naya woke up as a hand touched her shoulder. The Asian nurse who tapped her shoulder just smiled at her.
"She's awake, Miss Rivera. I'm about to give her breakfast today, you can come up with me."
"Is it okay, if I just, bring it to her?"
"Just let me help you carry it," the nurse said.
"Why are you doing this?" Naya asked the nurse.
"Nothing. It's been a long time and I think she deserves to see the person who cares so much for her this morning," the nurse smiled.
Naya had liked the nurse. She wanted to know the name, but that would be too awkward, so she let it be. They went into the elevator in silence, and Naya was enjoying it.
"So, here you go," the nurse said as they stood in front of Heather's door. However, Hemo's doctor came from nowhere and took Naya's hand.
"Miss Rivera, we need to talk to you," the doctor motioned her to the waiting chairs.
"What is it, Doctor?"
"Miss Morris had woken up, and we have run CT scans on her brain. Nothing seemed to be very seriously hurt, except that, her legs are weakened due to her days in bed."
"Is it…is it curable?"
"Of course, she would be able to walk again. As from her background, she was a dancer so I think it would be very easy to get to her feet, but, all those hiphop and dance moves might be another story," the doctor explained. Naya's heart seemed to break. She knew that Heather's life revolved around dancing.
"Excuse me, she is waiting for you, Miss Rivera," the doctor walked past her, leaving Naya alone in front of the door. Heather will be waiting. Her Heather, her dear Heather.
She can look up to those blue eyes again. But weren't those blue eyes the ones that broke her heart too? A year and a half ago, wasn't it Heather who made her cry? What if it happens again?
I'm getting married…
Naynay, would you be there?
Naynay, I'm having a baby…
Naya took a deep breath. This is it. This is it, she repeated to herself. She pushed the door a little and pushed the trolley inside.
Heather was lying on the bed, her back towards Naya. She seemed to be looking out of the window.
"Good morning, Hemo," Naya said.
"Naya…" Heather's face glowed. There was no scar, no evidence that she had gone through loss. She motioned for the brunette to hug her, which Naya obliged.
"I miss you, Naynay…"
"I missed you too, Hemo. I missed you so much. I pray that you'd wake up and now you're here." Naya stroked her best friend's hair. "I'm just so happy."
"Naya," the brunette felt her hand being squeezed.
"Yes?"
"Is Taylor home already?"
Naya felt her breath hitch. "No, Hemo."
Heather's mouth pouted. However, Naya clasped Heather's hands. "But the whole party's coming over this afternoon, I had texted them already, too bad Grant and Darren are going off for a concert. Wouldn't it be nice?"
"And Lea will be here yapping about everything and about whatever?" Heather's mouth pouted more.
"As if you are not the one yapping!" Naya laughed. It was the first time since Heather got married that she had laughed that loud. Then she settled into a quieter tone. "Breakfast?"
"Yayy! I'm starving! It's as if I hadn't eaten in years!" Heather grinned. Naya moved over to Heather's side, holding out a spoonful of food into Heather's mouth. Heather obliged earnestly, opening her mouth voluntarily. The blonde quickly yelped and blew her mouth.
"It's hot!"
"You are such a baby, Hemo," Naya said, disdain was in her voice.
"I hate you," Heather mumbled under her breath. Naya just smiled.
"I love you Hemo, now let's eat this breakfast."
"How dare you start the party without me."
Both girls turned towards the door. They grinned as they saw the man on the door.
"Mark! You sneaky starfish!" Naya gruntled.
"Yeah, I got some food for you and yeah, the flower you asked me to pick up." He held the white chamomiles to Naya, who in turn put it on the vase.
The three friends ate the breakfast together. Heather ate out of Naya's spoon-feeding, with Mark's raining mockery about how caring Naya is and how much he wanted to be spoon-fed too. Just after they had eaten, Lea and Dianna arrived, followed by Chord and Jenna, then Kevin, Amber, Cris and Cory. It was Darren who arrived last, along with Jane and Ryan.
"Hey, Hemo, you really scared us out there, don't you? You really love playing pranks on people," Darren laughed.
"Hey, I just wonder if Hemo would be able to top this, last week Darren drank himself really bad," Lea chirped.
"The Unholy Trinity!" Dianna giggled as she squeezed her way between Naya and Heather.
"Hey, hey, get off my girl. No me gusta!" Naya laughed. She meant it jokingly, yet Heather squeezed her hand.
The room was filled with laughter for hours; there was singing, dancing and a lot of joking. Mark Salling was not able to escape the mockery, after having his hair grown.
"Hey, Mark, where did your racoon go? Did the girl you're flirting with last night took it?" Cory teased.
"Yeah she did, when she had her orgasm she just shook it off," Mark wiggled his eyebrows.
The room pealed with laughter again.
"The truth is, Mark was in his house last night, laying his ass off like a starfish and playing all those crazy alien games," Jenna quipped.
The laughter went on for hours. Naya seemed to spring up to life and laughed a lot. There was a new light in her eyes. And none about Taylor was mentioned. Nor Heather's six-month coma.
The party left the room at early afternoon, and Naya went out with them.
"Hey, Nay!" Quinn looked her way. "Are you staying?"
"Yeah. I'm staying for a while," Naya smiled happily.
"Oh, ha-ha. Good luck Naya!" Cris waved at her.
"Shut up, Porcelain."
"Great, thanks!"
Everyone had left, except for Mark. He looked at Naya pensively.
"What?" Naya growled like a bear.
"It's good to see you that way again, Naya," Mark smiled, turning his heels backward and walked down the corridor without looking back.
It's good to see me this way again, Mark. It's good to feel this way again, so alive, because she is alive. It's as if I found my way home. It's good to be back.
Naya turned to get in Heather's room. There is still more to tell, and she had braced herself to what may come next. It's time to face reality.