Naya pushed the door and went inside the white-walled room, only to be greeted by the smiling Heather.

"Hey, Naynay…" Heather's smile did not falter. "When is Taylor coming?"

Naya's breath seemed to stop as her heart bled out for Heather. There is no way to break this out to Heather easily.

"Hemo…he's…he's not…coming back," Naya's throat seemed to run dry. There was a lump on her throat that seemed to rise and choke her.

"What…what do you mean?"

Naya felt as if she had to run away. It was more than she could bear, but Heather needed to lean on, someone who is stronger or capable of pretending to be stronger. She went up to a drawer and scrambled for the newspaper article.

"I'm sorry Hemo," Naya said quietly, her hand holding Heather's.

"How…how long?" Heather's voice was small much like a squeak.

"Six…seven months. I'm so sorry, Hemo," Naya waited for the thought to sink in.

"Why?"

"He…he said he made a mistake," Naya's eyes was forced to cry, seeing Heather's own tears dripping.

"What about…is she lost too?"

"I'm so sorry, Heather," Naya could not take it anymore. She pulled Heather in for a hug. Heather, after processing for what she had heard from Naya, started to sniff, and then the first cry escaped from her mouth, breaking Naya's heart into pieces.

"Why? Why?" The questions poured out from the blonde's mouth. She was not ready for this. She started to punch and beat on Naya's arm. And Naya just stayed n, rubbing her best friend's back.

Heather flipped off the covers, and to her surprise, her legs felt limp and she can't move them. Her eyes grew wide as realization sunk in.

"Nay…" her voice was barely a whisper and panic was on her face.

"Hemo, please…" Naya was beside Heather instantly. "It's not that way, we'll fix this."

"No!"

"Shh…it will be okay, Hemo. Please…"

"Everything's not okay!" Heather shouted at Naya. "It will never be!"

"Look, Hemo…" Heather started to punch her bed and the pillows. Everything seemed to be scattered around the room, the sheets flying over Naya's head.

"Hemo…please calm down…"

"No!" Heather's hair was a mess, and tears are flowing from her eyes abundantly. Naya could not even get near her. After a few minutes, which seemed like years, Heather slumped on the messed-up bed.

"It's so unfair," Heather wailed.

"Hey," Naya cupped Heather's cheek. "Hey, look at me," Heather looked away.

"Come on, Hemo. Look at me."

Blue eyes met the chocolate-brown ones.

"You've seen how much everyone cares for you. Our friends do, your parents do. I care about you. You were given back this life so you can live it more. Hemo, don't live in the past. We're all here for you. Live for us. Live for yourself. Live for me," Naya was literally crying and Heater buried her face on Naya's chest.

"Shh…we're in this together, okay?" Naya consoled the blonde.

"I…I can't walk, how the hell-"

"No. You will walk, you will dance, and you will have kids, fall in love…" Naya said between her tears. "I assure you that," it felt as if she had something to do. She held up her right hand with her pinkie extended.

"Pinky promise, Hemo."

Heather wrapped her pinkie around Naya's. She laid on Naya's chest, softly breathing. Heather's outburst seemed to drain the blonde's strength. A few minutes of silence lingered above them and Heather's soft snore fluttered across the air. Naya relaxed and laid beside her best friend and fell asleep.

"Miss Rivera," the same Asian nurse woke Naya up from her uncomfortable slumber. Her arm was still under Heather's head. It was already twilight.

"No ma'am let me," the Asian took Heather's head expertly and softly laid her down on the soft, made-up bed. Naya massaged her arm, which really had a nasty cramp.

"Hey, thank you," Naya mumbled.

"No problem. You ought to go home and get some decent sleep. You really look like a bag of smashed assholes," the nurse said.

Naya let out a small laugh. "Yeah, thanks for caring." She picked up all her things and went out the door, but left it opened before calling back to the nurse.

"Hey, uhh, can you look after her? I mean, she's a patient, but like, I really care for her so can you just do me the favour?"

"Of course, ma'am."

Naya drove back home and went inside her apartment. She looked around the dark room and switched the lights. Naya was awfully tired, her back hurts and her eyes seemed to drop. However, there was still a script to memorize.

She hasn't slept properly last night, but it was worth it. It was more than what it's worth. Naya left that house with a heavy worried heart, uncertain if her best friend would wake up and she came home with the knowledge that Heather had another chance in life. So much had happened that day.

Naya slept peacefully that night. She did not need a shot of bourbon to let her feel light-headed and close her eyes.

For the first time, she did not cry herself to sleep.

The next morning was work. Before she went to Paramount, she dropped at Heather.

"Hey, Hemo, good morning!" She set up white flowers on the vase.

"Hey, Naya." A cold, lonely Heather Morris faced her.

"Hemo, Naynay's got work today…"

"It's okay. I'll be fine," Heather seemed to be convincing herself.

"Hey, don't worry okay? I'll wrap it up in the morning and we'll spend the lunch together and we'll take a walk by the seaside, if you want. Will it be okay with you?"

"Yes."

"Hey, Hemo…" Naya ran a hand through the golden hair. "Believe me, we'll be fine. I love you Hemo and I'm not letting you down on this." She kissed Heather's forehead before leaving for work.

"Nay," Heather called her as she was leaving the door.

"Yes?"

"Have a good day at work," Heather smiled as Naya went out of the door.

The morning seemed endless as Naya taped for her CSI: Los Angeles episode. It was a difficult one; Naya had to jump from a moving vehicle. However, Naya miraculously did it in a single take. The clock ticked to 12 and Naya finally had a chance to go home. On her way to her car, Ryan Murphy clasped her arm.

"Hey," Naya brightly said, albeit a little sad, but Ryan did not seem to notice.

"Hey, what's the colour of the sky, eh?" He knew Heather was awake.

"If I know…you are dying to know how it all went, for the record, I think she'll be fine." Naya scoffed.

She hurried her steps and waved a small good bye to Ryan, however she stopped her tracks for a second.

"Ryan, do you know any physical therapist?"

"Maybe, no. But I can arrange it for you," Ryan smiled. Everyone seemed to know how much Naya had wanted everything to be easy for Heather.

"Thanks a lot, Ry." Naya smiled sweetly at Ryan. She still had a lunch to catch up to. A lunch with someone special.

Naya almost broke all the traffic laws by driving too fast and she went into a drive-through reached Marin County Hospital in record time. She almost ran the hallways and she bolted through the door, her hair flying out of her head. This earned her a smile from the pale Heather.

"Hey, you look like…"

"A bag of smashed assholes?" Naya remembered the nurse.

Heather burst into a big laugh. "Oh my gosh, Naya who told you that?"

"The Asian nurse who takes care of you told me," Naya scratched her head, trying to figure out what had made the blonde laugh so hard.

"For the record, I really think that Asian nurse was a keen and accurate observer."

"Shut up." Naya smirked.

"I love you, Nay…" Heather looked at her with her pensive blue eyes.

"Haha, me too, Hemo." Naya smiled and motioned for the food she had brought. "Let's dig in, Hemo."

"I just don't know if this was allowed…"

"Haha, I told you that Asian nurse can be trusted."

"What?" Heather's eyes grew wide. Had Naya bribed the nurse? Of course that would be ridiculous.

"No, the nurse gave me a guide for your nutrition health."

Heather seemed to accept it and started to eat. But Naya could not help look at her fingers. Heather still wore her wedding band. Naya's heart contracted again.

Heather still loved that douchebag.

After the lunch, which Naya described as a nutritious feast, they both drove towards the beaches of San Pedro and they sat under the trees, Heather, on a wheelchair and Naya, on the sand, letting the salty sea air rush through their lungs. Heather was the first one to speak.

"You know, Naya, it was so unfair."

"No one said life had to be fair," Naya's hand travelled and held Heather's. The blonde just looked at the brunette. Her eyes were cloudy and tearful, making Naya's own heart bleed again.

"It doesn't have to be so simple. You really don't have to figure life out, we are her to make the best of it."

"Hey, Naya, you just don't sound like you."

"Let's say that these past six months had turned me into someone…who's really different than before," Naya ran a hand through her raven-coloured hair.

"Hey, Naynay…" Heather squeezed her hand. This made her best friend look at her with such interest.

"I love you Naynay. Thank you so much for being here for me. You make a lot of this mess easier."

"You're my best friend, Hemo," Naya pulled her for a hug.

"Me too." Heather said, her tears silently falling form her eyes and on to Naya's shoulders.

They sat on the sand for two more hours, talking about things to do and stuff to buy. They even talked about Heather's appointment with her physical therapist.

The sun had slanted and Naya could feel the air turn cold. It was time to go home. The drive home was silent, with Heather falling asleep on the back seat. It was only until then that Naya realized Heather had held her hands throughout the afternoon.