Helga sat on the edge of the cliff staring blankly at the tops of the trees illuminated by the full moon. They had all almost died…again. She numbly traced the skin around the bullet wound hidden beneath her once pink ribbon.
"You're going to make yourself bleed out that way." A suave voice came from behind her.
"Like you care," she grumbled "with me out of the way you two wouldn't be put in anymore danger."
"Man!" Gerald groaned as he sat beside her "I was just angry, that's all. I didn't mean what I said back there. It wasn't really your fault."
Helga sniffled and pushed her hair out of her face. "But you were right Gerald. It was my fault. If I hadn't….if I hadn't yelled at you guys, they wouldn't have found us and…and I wouldn't have put you guys in harm's way." She broke down and let the tears travel down her face.
Gerald gave a small, sad, smile and put his hands on either side of her face. He forced her to look up at him.
"Hellie," he said softly calling her the nickname he hadn't used since they were both three wiping the tears away "Listen and listen good, this is not your fault. They would have found us anyway. And if it wasn't for you Arnold would be history. That bullet in your arm would have pierced his hear if you hadn't pushed him out of the way. You're the hero here Hellie."
Helga took his hands away and turned back to the vast jungle. "DO you think that we'll find them again?" she asked in a whisper.
"Who." He asked his eyebrows creasing
"Arnold's parents." She said gesturing at Arnold sleeping behind them.
Gerald smiled and took her hand in his. "I know we will and then we will help free the class. We got this; we will be reunited with them soon. Don't you worry."
He looked up at him and smirked "And you will be reunited with Phoebe."
"Shut up." He muttered blushing
They laughed in hushed tones completely unaware of the emerald green eyes filled to their brim with jealousy watching them.
