"Hey, Hemo! Ready for moving out if this hospital?" Naya chirped across the room and put down her shoulder bag.
"Hi, Naya." Heather looked up from her bed. She looked weak and frail.
"Umm…Hemo, uhh…well, I really want to talk about this with you," Naya started off to say.
"Aww, come on. Spill it out," Heather tried to put on a smile that was as fake as Santana's boobs.
"Well, Ryan and I…we've talked to a lot of guys who really can make you…feel normal again," Naya spoke.
"Normal? I'm not normal anymore Naya!" Heather started to break into tears again.
"No, damn," Naya cursed herself.
Why does she have to say the wrong word?
"Look, Hemo…Ryan knew someone from Maine…well, it's not just some big guy, actually a physical therapist and I really want you to meet that person."
"For what?"
"I promised you that you'd walk again, right? I promised you that it would be okay, and I am living by the promise I made, Hemo."
"But Naya…you had done more than enough, I can't…I can't hurt you more than this…" Heather rolled her eyes, referring to everything in the room.
You've hurt me more than that, Heather.
"Look, Heather, I don't get it," Naya stroked the blonde hair. "If you owe me that much, then get that massive butt of your out of bed, okay. Say that you'd dance again, please?"
"Naya…you don't really ha-"
"And please, do shut up. Don't even try to. It hurts me. Don't ever say that I don't have to do anything to fix this mess because I am your best friend. And best friends stick around together for each other."
Heather seemed to get the pitch and she stopped speaking and just hung her head down. Naya cupped her best friend's chin.
"Remember, we're in this together," Naya said, the sincerity was in her voice. Heather nodded.
"And don't you yap at things like Lea does," Naya joked. This made Heather laugh out loud.
"That's great Hemo! Keep on doing that. I would like to hear that every single day." Naya laughed with her best friend. It seemed like the old times.
It is just like the old times.
After a while, Naya sat up and held the serious look again. "So? Say yes?"
"Yeah, Naya. I'll try to."
"You twerp, don't try it! Do it!"
"Fine. Fine."
"So you want to meet her?" Naya questioned.
"If possible, yes."
Naya went out and then came back with a middle-aged woman with blonde locks.
"I want you to meet Misss Sylvester," Naya said and introduced Heather to the therapist. She smiled as Heather took his hand.
"It's nice to meet you, Miss Sylvester," Heather put out her best smile that she could muster.
"Call me Sue. It's very nice to know you too, Heather. And I must add such a very pretty face."
"Well, you blondes say, you are," Naya let out a sigh.
"Sorry girl. Latinas are outnumbered here." Heather giggled.
"So, umm, well, today, you're going to be discharged from the hospital, and I think that we should just start tomorrow, but then again, I would like you to see what Naya here did for you," Sue slapped her hands.
"Well…at did she do?"
"Ha-ha. As if we should tell you," Naya scoffed as Heather's attending physician came with the discharging papers.
"Man, you need to sign it quickly 'because I can't wait to see your mouth drop from your face when we get to Naya's house!" Sue said.
"Wait…what? I will be in Naya's house?" Heather said and looked towards Naya as if she would break out in front of the Latina.
"Why? Wouldn't it be convenient? Besides, you don't have a place to go yet, so you stay there with me."
"What about the parties you go to? What about the late night-out? I don't want to drag you in this, Naynay."
"I am already dragged in this since you said 'hi' to me way back in 2009. And let me remind you of your yapping and you curse Lea for being the blabbermouth!" Naya smiled.
Heather couldn't help it and let her own mouth curve into a smile. "Naynay, come over here," Heather motioned for her universal hug-me-tight sign.
"I love you, Naynay."
"I love you too, Hemo. Love you very much."
They left that afternoon, driving across the smooth traffic and not that stressful honking of cars. They even listened to Hawk Nelson's 36 Days playing on the local radio. Sue Sylvester sat on the backseat while Heather sat beside Naya. They arrived at Naya's half an hour later and Heather was very surprised to see a ramp by the front door.
"Ta-da!" Naya waved a hand through the air. "Welcome home."
"Oh God," Heather said in awe. "Thank you so much, Naya," tears of joy ran over Heather's cheeks.
"Hey, you're crashing on my party!" Naya grumbled as she wiped Heather's face, but Naya couldn't help but smile.
They all went in, set up Heather's room and had a cup of coffee. Naya cancelled off a few meetings with the press and soaked into a movie with Heather.
"Hey, Naynay…am I too much…of a burden?"
"Heck, no! If that's what you're yapping about, forget it. I love doing this," Naya said.
"But, you had to cancel a press conference…because of me," Heather whimpered.
"Duhh, as if I cared for press conferences more than I care for you," Naya rolled her eyes.
"But-"
"No more buts. I love you and that's it. End of explanation. No more questions? No, thank you very much for listening."
Heather just held on Naya's hand and linked their pinkies together.
She'd do anything for Naya. She swore she'd make her best friend proud.
Naya left early the next morning, with a note left on the kitchen saying that breakfast was in the oven. Heather had to smile when she looked at her breakfast that day. It was an omelette, with a bacon smiley on the side.
She'd be the first one to see Naya Rivera's soft and cuddly side.
Miss Sylvester came over and they had exercises all morning, strengthening Heather's legs and trying to make use of her arms too. By the afternoon, Miss Sylvester old her to stop.
"Let's take it one day at a time, okay? You don't exercise and undergo therapy for a day and walk tomorrow," the therapist looked at Heather, who is trying to get up from her wheelchair.
"Alright, Heather, that's enough for today," Miss Sylvester started to keep her things. This left Heather frustrated.
I need to walk up. I can't live like this. I'd rather die if I can't do this.
After the therapist had left, the house felt so empty, so desolate that Heather could hear her heart pounding against her chest. She quickly opened the kitchen door that led to the back porch. There was a pool in the backyard, and she started to go down the ramp, but the wheelchair suddenly sped up and Heather did not know how to stop it. She tried to grasp for anything she could hold on to, but to no avail.
Cold water splashed across her already-shivering body and she fought for air, while her wheelchair and legs were dangerously pulling her down to the depths. She waved her hands up in the air and she tried her best to stay afloat, but it wasn't possible. Not with her weak legs.
Wait, why is she struggling for life? Isn't she supposed to die anyway? Of course Naya will be devastated, but she will live through it. Naya is a strong woman.
Heather let her arms drop to her sides and let the heavy metal drag her under the icy waters. The cold liquid enveloped her, ready to devour her. Until a strong, warm hand grabbed her and pulled her up.
"Damn! Heather, if you want to go for a swimming at least, please give me a call!" Naya ranted on as Heather opened her eyes when she felt the cold breeze of the air pipe through her lungs.
"I'm…I'm sorry, I fell from the ramp…" Heather said, the guilt was evident in her voice. She is guilty because she wanted to die. She felt guilty for Naya.
She looked at the Latina. Only then she realized that Naya hadn't been wearing an unusual simple theme of clothing. She was wearing a gorgeous black dress. "How…how did you know I am…here? That…I needed you?"
"When I went out to open the front door, I heard a splash and I knew instantly what happened," Naya stated.
"Thank you," Heather looked up at her best friend.
"Don't let it happen again, okay? Because I'm not letting anything happen to you. I love you."
"Okay," Heather nodded. She promised to herself that for once, she'd make Naya proud.
The following weeks were hard for Heather, yet, with her constant therapies and practicing with Sue Sylvester's help, Heather finally regained her leg's use. She stood up in front of the mirror and checked herself once again.
"You're already beautiful, now go, surprise her," Sue Sylvester nudged on Heather. The younger blonde wiped a few nervous beads of sweat that ran across her forehead a she approached the trailer park. She counted a slow-paced one to ten while taking deep breaths as she knocked on the trailer marked with 'Naya Rivera' in big, bold letters. She knocked thrice, and then heard a shuffling about from the inside. Seconds later, the trailer door swung open, revealing a very, very shocked Naya Rivera.
The Latina's mouth seemed to drop from her jawbones as she could hardly make out her words.
"Oh, God…Heather…you are…you're…you're walking…and standing…you're fucking walking!"