I found this on my external hard drive. I don't even remember when I wrote this, but I found it, read it and thought it actually sounds good enough to share, with a tiny bit of editing. I kind of like sick fics. Idk why, and I feel kind of awkward about it. Idk. Anyways, I may keep this a one shot, but if anyone wants more, then I just might write more. Thanks for Reading, hope you Enjoy :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold!
Arnold lied in bed, nose stuffy, head throbbing, throat burning; it felt like he was swallowing pins and needles. His body ached and his pajamas were sticky from sweat and fever. He was miserable and one thing Arnold hated, was being miserable and unable to do anything. He would so rather be at school than lying in bed, sick as a dog, but unfortunately, that couldn't happen for two reasons; one, he could barely even move and two, his parents and grandparents would never let him out of the house running a fever of 102.7. He tried, and his mother caught it, immediately; Apparently he got the same look in his eyes, his father did when he was sick, and sure enough when she felt his forehead, he was burning up and he was sent back to bed.
Meanwhile, Helga G. Pataki was the first to realize he was missing with the exception of Gerald, and she was worried. "Class, I just received a note from Arnold's mother saying he's sick with the flu and will not be at school for the next few days." Worried murmurs filled the classroom and Helga's heart sunk. Her beloved football head was sick and she wished she could be by his side, nursing him back to health; unfortunately, she had school to attend, but she knew his mother would take good care of him. She loved Stella, almost like a real mother; she actually was now the mother figure in Helga's life. Her and Arnold became closer and eventually started dating and now Helga felt as if she had a real family, well, she did. She was at the boarding house now more than her own home and she couldn't be happier with how her life was right now; requited by the love of her life, brought into his family as if she were their own, it was all perfect. Helga just hoped her poor Arnold was doing okay. She decided she would go visit him after school, no matter how much he would protest against it because he didn't want her to get sick.
After school let out, Helga made her way towards Arnold's house, holding his homework. She then knocked on the door and Stella answered it. "Oh, hello Helga, I take it you heard Arnold was sick?" Helga smiled then frowned. "yeah, is he okay?" "Well, he's really just not feeling well. Maybe seeing you might cheer him up." Stella smirked and Helga smiled. "Maybe." She said then hurried up the stairs towards Arnold's room, only to run into Arnold's grandmother, Gertie. "Eleanore, it's so nice to see you again!" The kind old woman greeted and Helga beamed at her. "It's nice to see you too Gertie!" "Are you visiting young Franklin?" "Yeah, I heard he was sick! Would it be alright if I used the kitchen to make him some things after a while?" "Why, of course Eleanore! You're always welcome to use any of our facilities." Gertie answered and Helga thanked her before proceeding up the stairs which lead to Arnold's room.
Arnold was half asleep when he heard a knock on his door, having just woken up a few minutes ago. "Come in..." He muttered with a groan. He was miserable, and Helga could tell. She opened the door and her heart sank when she saw him; he looked sick, but still handsome and perfect none the less. He would always look perfect to Helga G. Pataki, no matter what condition he was in. "Hi, how you feeling Arnold?" She whispered, not wanting to be too loud. "H-Helga...*Cough*...I'm really sick, I don't think you should...*sneeze*...be here..." He muttered, miserably then coughed again and Helga winced at how bad he sounded. "Awe, my poor little prince." She cooed, walking closer to the bed. "You're delirious! Thinking i'm gonna leave just cause you tell me to." "Helga, please...*cough* I really don't want you to catch this, it's no fun..." Arnold pleaded but Helga didn't budge; all she did was sit on the bed and touch his burning forehead. The coolness of her hand felt so nice and Arnold leaned into it, a little disappointed when her hand left his forehead. "Yeesh, you're burning up!" "I know and I-" "You might as well save your breath football head! I'm not leaving." Helga chuckled a bit and Arnold sighed as he leaned back on his pillow; he was far too weak to protest any further and, if the fever hadn't damaged all of his brain cells, yet, he had enough sanity to know he wouldn't win with her with the condition he was in. "So...how was school...?" He finally asked, breaking the silence. "Pfft...same old, same old football head. It was weird without you there though." Arnold simply nodded, wincing from the pain in his head. "How was it lying in bed all day?" Helga asked and Arnold groaned. "It's horrible...I'm all stuffed up and I hurt all over and nothing's helping me feel better..." Arnold choked out, his voice hoarse and thick with congestion. Helga frowned. "Awe, my poor football head. I'm gonna make you some soup, hopefully that'll help you feel better." "Helga, I really don't think yo-" "Like I said, save your breath football head, nothings gonna make me leave. Now you just continue to rest, and i'll make you your soup. She patted his warm head, almost as if he were a dog or cat, and with a deep and heavy sigh of reluctancy, Arnold gave up. "Alright, fine Helga. But if you get sick, you can't blame me." Helga smirked. "Oh, if I get sick, you're taking care of me buck-o!" And with that, she left the room, leaving Arnold to his lonesome once more. He sighed, a small smirk growing on his face. "Whatever you say Helga." He muttered under his breath then closed his eyes and went back to sleep, a pleasant smile plastered on his face.