Disclaimer: I do NOT own, never have owned and never will own(though I'd certainly wish I owned) Hey Arnold.

Author's Note: Writing multiple stories at once? It's been done before LOL. Enjoy. Read and Review. Thanks! I'll begin with the prologue.

PROLOGUE

Twenty-four year old Rhonda Wellington-Lloyd…or Rhonda Wellington-Lloyd-Berman paced back and forth nervously. She felt a tightness in her chest and a knot in her throat. However, her tears couldn't seem to flow past her ducts. Truth be told, she was battling against a possible, oncoming anxiety attack.

God please….let him make it, she prayed. Please, let him be okay.

Rhonda, along with Mr. and Mrs. Berman, Patty, Nadine, Sid, Stinky and a guy named Joshua were all in the waiting room of the hospital. Barely a few years into adulthood, Rhonda felt like a depressed, elderly woman. She was facing the tragic possibility of becoming a widow at such a young age. Her husband, Harold Berman, was fighting for his life after being savagely shot six times.

Although their marriage was ending due to all of the deception, infidelity and pain that have been inflicted upon it, Rhonda still couldn't bear the thought of losing him. She and Harold had an infant daughter together; if Harold didn't survive she would never remember who her father was. Rhonda's son was five years old. Curly was biological father and Harold was his stepfather. However, in all actuality, the young boy loved Harold just as much as he loved Curly. Therefore, he'd also be crushed if Harold didn't make it.

"Oh, this is horrible!" Sid burst out in panic." Harold please! Don't leave us! I know our friendship has been strained lately but I still love you, man! Hang in there, please!"

Crying his eyes out, the notoriously dramatic Sid shivered nervously and tugged at his ears.

"Shut up, Sid!" everyone yelled.

"You can't be makin' all that damn racket on account of we're in a hospital," Stinky added." We all love Harold and this situation really bites. But we best act like troopers."

"No kidding, Sid," Patty agreed." That is my first love and the father of my son in there getting bullets removed from him at this moment. I'm using all my will power not to lose my mind right now. If I can stay calm, so can you."

It was easy for Patty to say; however, she was deeply torn up and distressed on the inside. Patty had a five year old son with Harold. Not to mention, they recently decided to get back together. Nadine was Harold's band mate and lover. Sick of settling for being second or third best after Rhonda and Patty, Nadine has recently put an end to her affair with Harold. However, she was equally as worried about him as everyone else was.

"Sid, do you need a hug?" Nadine offered.

"Sure," Sid replied.

"Great; I do too," Nadine said, tearfully.

Sid and Nadine embraced each other comfortingly. The two of them also had a child together….a little girl….and a complicated, romantic past. However, they never stopped feeling for each other. Therefore, they appreciated each other's comfort during this awful time. As devout Jews, Harold's parents remained in prayer the entire time, holding each other's hand. Suddenly, a tall, handsome, wealthy, young Latino gentleman showed up to the waiting room. It was Lorenzo; a former schoolmate of theirs. He respectfully greeted everyone and asked how they were feeling.

Snapping out of her distraught daze, Rhonda spun around when Lorenzo approached her. She threw her arms around him and hugged him firmly. He hugged her back, allowing her to release her tears onto his shoulder.

"Thank you so much for being here," Rhonda sobbed.

"You're welcome," Lorenzo said, kissing her cheek.

For the next few minutes, everyone anxiously waited, fearing the worst but hoping for the best. Rhonda, Nadine and Patty were all once the best of friends. However, the three of them were involved with Harold one way or another. Although they fell in love with the same man AND got hurt by the same man, all they could do was look at each other with pure contempt. They occasionally exchanged cold looks at each other but they all knew that this was no time for any catfights. Instead, the three scorned women engaged in a mental fight, if such a thing was possible.

Bitches! Patty thought.

Whores! Rhonda thought.

Cunts! Nadine thought.

Before things could spiral out of control, the doctor arrived to the waiting room to deliver news about Harold. So, everyone stood quietly, preparing themselves for whatever the doctor had to say. As Harold's wife, Rhonda had to stand up front and center to be informed of his current state. Before the doctor even opened his mouth to make his statement, Rhonda suddenly saw the last few years that led to this day flash before her eyes.

Author's Note: Starting with the next chapter, there will be a chain of events that led up to this day before the ending/conclusion is reached.