I DO NOT OWN HEY ARNOLD - BELONGS TO NICKELODEON AND CRAIG BARLETTAN: I can't believe my last one-shot was a success lol Thanks! Came up with this idea of a story like a day later lol
Helga's allergy to strawberries heighten what will happen? If you want me to continue writing Hey Arnold content please me know, and send ideas for either one-shot or a actual fan-fiction with chapters.
Chapter 1:
"Attention students, Today we have a special treat for lunch, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches" exclaimed Principle Wartz over the intercom
"You call that special!? , That's not even dessert." I scowled. " This school is so cheap"
"Aw Yeah I love those!" shouted the majority of the class.
While watching everyone else getting distracted in class I got bored and decided to throw spitballs at Arnold.
Arnold turned around . "Helga, cut it out"
"It wasn't me, football head" I say as I spit another spitball and quickly turn away.
"Cut it out." Arnold says as he stood up and starts walking towards me.
RIIIIIIIIING
"LUNCHTIME!" Harold yells out, making everyone rush out of the classroom.
"No, I'm still mad that you blinded me on April fools and threw me into the pool." I saw walking towards him with my arms crossed.
"Well you faked it the rest of the time so I could at least thrown you in the pool."
"You gotta say Arnold that was a good joke." Phoebe said while giggling. "See, even she agrees!"
"She did deserve payback Arnold " Gerald insisted
" Whatever" I mumbled
We all walked to one table since it was inevitable that phoebe and I can sit on our own because she's crushing on Gerald. Now I'm forced to sit with tall hair boy and Arnold. Oh Arnold, I confessed my feelings to you already, yet you haven't said anything. You are so dense, I was clearly lying that it wasn't a " heat of the moment" moment.
"No lunch again today Helga?" I looked at my lunchbox , interrupted by my thoughts by phoebe. Empty.
"Guess not, Miriam just packed me a empty lunchbox again. Figures."
"You want me to get you anything else." asked phoebe politely.
"No pheebs, ill get it myself. Might as well get the "special" for lunch, instead of eating nothing."
I walk to the cafeteria line, and get a stack-full of sandwiches, well I gotta eat something, its not like I'm going to eat at home. I walk back,sat at the table ,and started to stuff my face with sandwiches. Everyone just stared at me with a worried face.
"What! You never seen a hungry person eat before?, look at Harold for Pete sake!"
'Ugh I cant believe Miriam forgot to pack my lunch again. " I said in an annoyed tone.
"You want my tapioca pudding Helga?" Arnold asks. C'mon Helga, Be nice just this once
"I don't need your pity Arnoldo!, Its not the first time my mom didn't pack me lunch" , " now that you found that out, I don't need your sympathy" C'mon Helga you're starving, just accept his tapioca pudding!
"Just take it" Arnold Insisted.
"Fine football head if you- you-" I replied back, I started to stand up ,but something didn't feel right. I started wheezing and found it hard to breathe. I felt as my throat swelling up and I put my hand against it signaling phoebe that something is wrong.
"Helga are you okay?". asked Arnold with a concerned look on his face.
I looked directly at phoebe with wide eyes in fear, my vision was getting blurry, everything was spinning around, mouthed out "straw-" I felt my eyes rolled to the back of my head, and slipped into complete darkness.
Arnold p.o.v
"Fine football head if you- you-"I looked at her, concerned since she just stopped mid-sentence. Something is definitely wrong, I saw the panicked looked on her face that she had gave Phoebe. I saw her mouthed word but didn't catch it. Ok whats going on? Then I saw her suddenly collapsed on the ground.
THUD!Everyone heard the noise and turned back, stunned to see Helga on the ground, murmuring to classmates about whats going on.
"HELGA!" I yelled as I quickly rushed to her side. "Helga, HELGA! Hey are you Okay? Wake up! This is not a joke", She stirred and groaned a little " Helga!, Its me Arnold, I'm here okay!" I exclaimed then I felt her go limp. I shake her shoulder hoping she would react. " Oh no, no ,no " I lifted her head gently and place it on my lap.
"STRAWBERRIES!", yelled out phoebe. What does that have to do with anything? Wait-
"What about strawberries?"
"Mr Simmons! We need help! Helga fainted! She has red spots all over her!" I hear Gerald yell across the room.
"The sandwiches! She's severely allergic to strawberries!, she says as she checks Helga's pulse Oh my gosh, shes barley breathing! Helga! " her best friend yelling and crying hysterically. Gerald goes over and comforts her.
"We need to get her to a hospital now!"
"The paramedics are here Arnold, " I hear Simmons say The paramedics place Helga on a stretcher and before they leave, one of them stops and says
" We got her kid, don't you worry , she's going to be okay."
I see the paramedics leave, wheeling Helga away.. I stood there feeling helpless. I could've prevented this If I only knew that she was allergic to strawberries.. A simple food like strawberries. Why am I feeling so concerned ? She's Helga G. Pataki. Do I really have feelings towards her?
AN: I was intially going to make this one whole chapter, but decided to split it in two. This idea just came up to me ,so its medically inaccurate I'm sorry! I binge watched Grey's anatomy but not a professional medical person lol
Chapter 2 anyone?