Heal my Heart

Chapter 23 - Thanksgiving Part.1

Everybody was preparing for Thanksgiving. They Guard had created a fake football field for their new recruits, cakes were now ready and Helena was helping placing the last tables in the church. Grizz was still at the hospital, recovering from his injury. He already could walk and got up much too often for Sam's liking.

"Kelly told you to rest, Grizz. Don't force me to put you on bed rest." Sam warned.

"Come on, Sam. Everybody's helping at the church, I can't stay here and do nothing." he gently laughed.

"Yes you can, and you will. Kelly said not to get out of the hospital for now. We don't know how your heart's gonna behave for the next few days and she doesn't have the medical material she needs at the church. I know you don't like it, Grizz. But you nearly died two days ago, please stay still, for me." Sam told him.

"Okay..." he resigned himself.

"Thanks, hon." Sam gently whispered, perking a chaste kiss on his forehead.

"Could you call Luke here though, please?"

"Well, I'm not enough for you already?" Sam laughed.

"That's not it, I've got something to ask him."

"Alright, I'll get him. You stay here, and don't you try to escape this hospital. If you do, I'll find you myself and end you on the spot."

"Will do." he softly signed back.

Sam found Luke by the church, helping Helena getting everything ready for the night.

"Hey Luke, could you come to the hospital when you're free? Grizz wanted to ask you something, don't know what though."

"Yeah, I'm finished here anyway. I'll be going, honey, see you in a bit!"

"Bye sweetheart." Helena answered kindly.

"I'll drop by later, Luke. I wanted to see Becca before going back."

"Yeah, alright, see you soon then !"

"See you later." he signed, already spotting his best friend in the crowd.

"Grizz? I hope for you you're still in bed, or else you're gonna regret it, young boy..."

"Luke..." Grizz lifted his head up.

He was on the floor, surrounded by a whole bunch of clothes. He looked completely lost and on the verge of crying.

"Grizz? What are you doing on the ground, dude?! Are you okay? Can you stand?" Luke tried to help his friend on his feet.

"No, no I'm not alright. I don't fucking know what to wear for tonight!"

"Wha..?"

"I've always celebrated Thanksgiving at home with my dad. Needless to say, not the most festive atmosphere ever. I have no idea what I should wear!"

"Why do you care, you'll just stay here with Sam. You're gonna cuddle all night, nothing to worry about."

"Luke, you don't understand. This is gonna be my first Thanksgiving with him, I want it to be perfect ! I'm not just gonna wait for him in old ugly pajamas. I want to dress up and pretend not to be stuck in this fucking hospital instead of being celebrating with you all. I'm already blaming myself enough for making Sam stay with him all evening, at least I want to wear something nice."

"Oh...! My boy's trying to be nice and beautiful for his boyfriend !" Luke laughed.

"Come on, man. I really need you right now. I have nothing nice to wear and clearly no sense of fashion! If I'd known I'd be spending the next Thanksgiving with the gorgeous Sam, I would at least have bought something decent."