Heartattack

Taking Care Of Grammy

"Are you comfortable, Grammy?" Crusher asked as he helped his grandmother into her bed.

"Yes, Crushy, thank you." Grammy weakly smiled at him.

"Okay," Crusher sighed in relief. "Do you need anything? Tea? Soup? A blanket?"

"Just being home is good enough, but thank you sweetie." Grammy told him.

"Oh… Okay, Grammy," Crusher smiled. "But if you need anything, I'll be right here! Promise!"

"Thank you, sweetie. I'm just gonna take me a little nap, okay?"

"Okay," Crusher nodded and turned to leave to give her some privacy.

"How is she?" Watts asked, all of them gathered around the dark blue truck in concern.

"She says she's fine and that she's just gonna nap," Crusher sighed, tires trembling. "I… I still can't believe that she's going to die…"

"It'll be okay," Gabby assured. "Who knows? Maybe she'll live longer than what they thought."

"I… I hope so…" Crusher turned away. "I… I'm gonna make sure she's okay while she rests…"

"Good idea. Blaze is calling a friend of his to see if he can help us make Grammy comfortable. He should be here in a few." Stripes said.

Crusher simply nodded and headed to the nearest couch to rest himself. Pickle went by his side, motioning the others to shoo off and wait for Blaze outside. Once they were alone, he wrapped a tire around his best friend.

"Don't worry... everything will be okay." He assured him.

"I… I don't know anymore, Pickle…" Crusher began to sob. "Grammy… she RAISED me… she LOVED me when no one else could… and now… she… she's dying, Pickle…"

"Shh... shh... it's okay. I'm here..." Pickle held him closer and patted his back. "Whatever happens, we're all here for you,"

"Thanks, buddy. By the way, did Blaze say who this friend was?"

"Huh, not really," Pickle shrugged. "Just said that it was some… big flying lion of some sort?"

"Oh no... the one I stole the sunstone from! W-What's he gonna say when he sees me?"

Just then, flipping wings were heard, and Roarian landed in front of the house, and smiled at Crusher, who was looking out the window.

"GAH! He's here!" Crusher fell of the couch.

"Just relax," Pickle assured. "Everything will be fine."

Crusher was anything and everything BUT relaxed, but he trusted his best friend as he heard Blaze and Roarian enter the house.

"Hey, guys. You remember Roarian, don't you?"

"Yep! Hi, Roarian!" Pickle greeted.

"Hello to you, Pickle. And greetings, Crusher." Roarian returned the greeting.

"Oh... hi," Crusher gulped and drove forward. "Listen, about our previous encounter. Blaze told me what happened, and... I'm so sorry. I had no idea the sunstone prevented you from turning to statue form."

"It is alright," Roarian assured him. "You did not know, and it's all in the past now. I forgive you,"

"Thank you..." Crusher smiled.

"Roarian, we'll need you to perform some sort of magic that will make Grammy feel more at ease," Blaze said. He then pulled in close and whispered, "And maybe something to cheer up Crusher."

"Understood," Roarian nodded.

They led him to Grammy's room, where they found her knitting in her bed, much to Crusher's alarm.

"Grammy! You should be resting!"

"Oh, I know," Grammy sighed. "but knitting always relaxes me,"

"Well... as long as it makes you happy." Crusher let out a sigh as he drove over to her side. "Grammy, this is Roarian. He's gonna help us make you comfortable."

"Oh my!" Grammy glanced up at the large lion. "I've seen many things in my life but never a flying lion! Nice to meet you, dear,"

"A pleasure to meet you. Now, I'm just going to cast a little bit of magic, just to make you feel at ease, all right?"

"Alright," Grammy nodded.

Roarian let his sunstone released a bright glow as the magic surrounded Grammy. The elderly truck sighed as she felt her body ease up.

"This is... very relaxing..."

Crusher smiled and helped her set his knitting supplies down on the ground as she laid back on her bed.

"There you go. You just relax."

"Thank you dear." Grammy smiled and reached out to kiss her grandson.

"How long will that last on her, Roarian?" Blaze asked.

"A day... at least."

Suddenly, there was a large pounding on the front door, enough to startle the three.

"GAH!" Crusher jumped. "What was that?!"

"It sounded like someone's at the door," Blaze said.

"Oh," Crusher sighed and grumbled as he begrudgingly left his Grammy's side. "Now who would POUND on the front door? Knocking is easier…"

He soon made it to the door and opened it.

And who it was made him terrified.

"M-Mother…?! F-Father…?!"