A/N: I DON'T OWN HEY ARNOLD!
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The car came to a screeching halt. Sid looked around in panic as he neared the emergency room entrance. Seconds later Arnold, Lorenzo and Harold cautiously carried her out of the car. "Somebody help us!" Harold cried out with tears beading at his eyes.
The people coming and going gasped in concern. Instantly Sid came in full sprint with his dad in tow. "We'll take it from here." Ray announced quickly, he turned to look at the guys in sympathy. He and another paramedic cautiously lifted her onto an awaiting gurney.
From there they rushed her in. The three of them stood there in awe struck. None of them could come to the conclusion that she had been shot. No good deed goes unpunished. Arnold thought. They stood there in silence until Gerald's car pulled to the curb with Phoebe as his passenger. The two have been arguing since they had gotten to the hospital.
Arnold approached the car when a young couple stopped him. "I'm so sorry to see your friend in such a terrible state sweetie." The raven haired female expressed with concern. Without warning she engulfed him in a bear hug. "Hang in there bud." The woman's husband declared, "I'm sure the two of you will reunite." he patted Arnold on the shoulder and continued on his way.
Out popped Phoebe with Gerald in pursuit, who then lowered his head in defeat. Her normal chipper self was etched with dread, anger and rage. She walked over to Arnold in mute. Tension grew between the two as they stood there unnerved. "Where is she?" Phoebe asked with as much fake enthusiasm as possible.
He began to sweat profusely while Phoebe waited for a reply. Tears were forming in her eyes as they readied to be shed. To her dismay he didn't answer. Not even an ounce of respect was shed.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she struggled to find compassion. She locked eyes with him. Her eyes turned into painful slits awaiting a response. He can hear her talking fading away bit by bit. With every beat of his heart he could hear his heart pounding in his ears. With each word she said her voice became distorted in a demon like voice.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" Phoebe screamed as she grabbed the collar of his shirt. Without warning she slapped him in the face. His pupils dilated as he took in a gulp of air. Within seconds he collapsed to the ground. Arnold struggled to find his composure as he got to his knees.
His hands wrapped around his neck like a vice grip. The crazed look in his eyes filled his friends with terror. His chest stopped expanding. His nails dug into his flesh. His will and determination struggled to find common ground with reality. He felt his strength give way as he collapsed to the ground.
"He's faking it," Phoebe retorted in a fit of rage. She kicked his body with her foot with such force. Their eyes shot open as they heard a sickening snap that followed suit. Crap! Phoebe thought as her mind ran marathons. Within seconds blood sputtered from his face. His skin turned blue. Phoebe kneeled to touch him as a sudden rush of fear overwhelmed her.
To her surprise his hands were cold as ice. "He's choking!" Lorenzo yelled, "Quick lay him on his side." Harold informed as Gerald ran for help.
The nurses ran rampant within the room looking for said items. "Keep pumping air Cherle," Shouted the doctor as he readied a needle. "blood type AB Negative confirm?" said the doctor expecting reassurance. "Yeah Doc AB Negative."
Instantly after the nurse's response another nurse got the go-ahead to proceed. "Stabilizing now." Said another as she injected her with a needle. "Heart rate is slightly increasing as is blood pressure." Minutes have gone by as the team of medical professionals worked endlessly to control the bleeding.
During the past several minutes Helga dove in and out of consciousness. Her eyes fluttered open rapidly. Her breathing became rampant as she struggled to breathe. An icy fear gripped her senses as she looked beyond the team working on her.
"Shit," said one of the nurses. "no, no, no, no, no."
"We're losing her doc! The heart rate is dropping. Thirty two, twenty nine-" Said one of the nurses as they watched her heart monitor flat-line. "Get the defibs now!" The surgeon yelled helplessly.
Her eyes shot open. The brightness of the light bulbs caused momentary brightness. "Where the hell am I?" She whispered as she rubbed her hands on her arms in an attempt to find warmth. She looked around seeing the team trying to shock back to life. With each try uncertainty grew within the ranks. Worried faces looked on as each shock failed.
She turned to look at her self. Dark circles rimmed her eyes while her skin turned blue. She was covered in blood why medical supplied was strewn around her body. The smell of fresh blood lingered in the cold air.
"Time of death 9:40 p.m., no next of kin listed." The surgeon announced. "Paperwork indicates she wished to be an organ donor." He informed as he set the papers down. "I'm so sorry." He whispered.
"I'm alive num nuts!" She yelled while nobody acknowledged her.
"Ruben tell Shelly we're gonna need a body bag." One of the nurses declared.
She looked around helplessly as she walked through the stands and supplies. With each object she went through a chill filled her being. She saw them go through a pair of double doors where a man in a black trench coat stood. He watched her through the windows with a blank stare. Every movement she made he analyzed.
She stood there in fear as tears began to bead at her eyes. Helga G. Pataki doesn't cry. She thought as she clenched her fists in defense. Yes you do and you will. A voice echoed within her thoughts. She willed herself not to cry and she hid behind the operating table. She hugged her knees in comfort as she wait for them to return. Despite her will her tears streamed down her face like a majestic river going down a slope.
Minutes seemingly stretched into hours. Suddenly the doors burst open. Burly men appeared with a gurney. There lay open an open body bag. They lifted her body in unison. She got the courage to confront her foe. To her surprise he vanished without a trace. They zipped her body up stopping at the face.
She followed them for what she deemed less than a minute. When a hand touched her shoulder stopped her dead in her tracks. "It's not your time." A soft voice informed.
It was like a bright light that rendered her eyes useless. Her eyes fluttered open as she saw Phoebe towering over her. "What th-,"
"Sshh," Phoebe interrupted, "They said to save your strength for later Helga, the surgeon told us they lost you for a minute." A nurse pulled her away for a second as the duo of the nodded. "Helga I gotta go I'll be back later on in the morning." Within seconds the nurse changed the IV bag. Whatever cocktail concoction it was it seemed to be working. It was only a matter of minutes before she fell asleep.
Gerald looked around at his friends nervously as he dropped the trays of food he was carrying. "Life sucks man," He stated in exasperation. It was 3:03 a.m. the cafeteria was unofficially sanctioned in solitary confinement by the hospitals guests.
"Well that's life for you man." A voice called from behind. Gerald turned to look somewhat annoyed while the others seemed somewhat cheerful by its presence. "Curly!" Phoebe shouted in glee as she ran to give him a hug.
"I missed you guys," He stated with a warm radiant smile as Phoebe retreated back. "and Pheebs it Thad but whatever you say goes." He winked with a smile. "Whatever you say Curls." She replied back with a smirk as she rubbed Gerald's back.
"Gerald they're warriors they're gonna make it."Curly whispered as he laid a hand on Gerald's shoulder. Something within him just snapped. He flung flung the trays off the table causing his friends to groan in protest. He turned to look at Curly only to furrow a brow. "And how would you know that?" He questioned with a bit of resentment as he shook his head.
"Because of the shit they've been through high school." Curly replied back with ease, "Just have a little faith." He declared as he began to walk away. Have a little faith huh? Go figure! Gerald thought as Curly retreated. Yeah right! "Hey," Sid greeted as he stumbled upon Curly. "Nothing much," He replied back, "I'm about to get some grub for us from the steak house you want in?"
"Fuck yeah bro." Sid replied back doing a turnabout. "I'm going with Curly guys we'll be back in a bit." He shouted at the gang as he walked away. "I'm not trying to pry Sid but what the fuck happened."
Sid sighed at his remark. He felt the side of his face burning him with the expectant stare from his friend. A sudden mix of emotions brewed within him. He turned to look at his tormentor who simply narrowed his eyes at him. Curly's amber eyes locked with Sid's hazel ones before Sid turned away.
The silence lasted minutes as they exited the hospital. Curly shook his head in disappointment to his ultimate response. Silence. Holy crap now he's pissed. His mind screamed in anticipation. Curly smiled to himself as he watched Sid have a mental break down. He chuckled as he broke his stare.
"Arnold and Helga found a guy bleeding out." Sid replied back a bit nervously. He stuffed his hands in his pockets looking around. "Turns out the guy had some organs missing and died within seconds. Apparently Arnold called the cops and the two ran from them. And right around the time when Gerald pulled up she was struck with a stray bullet." Sid explained as he checked the time.
"Gerald switched out cars with Harold. I told them it was a hunting accident and we found her on dirt road out in the country."
"You wouldn't be lying to now Sid," Curly asked as he shot him a death glare as he opened the door to his car."you've been known to stretch the truth quite a bit dude."
"I swear that's what happened." Sid harshly whispered back as he took in a sigh of relief.
"We're square," Curly announced with a stone like face. Sid smiled weakly at his remark, "for now that is."Curly finished with a smile. Sid's smile quickly formed a grim line. He turned to look at his friend with a worrisome expression. Fuck me! Fuck me! Never again damn it!
A/N: I WOULD OF UPDATED SOONER BUT I'M EMPLOYED WITH AN ORGANIZATION THAT ACTS AS A DISASTER RELIEF TEAM. MY TEAM WAS ACTIVATED TO RESPOND TO THE CUESTA FIRE INCIDENT LAST WEEK IN SAN LUIS OBISPO CA, AND I JUST GOT BACK. NOT A FIRE-FIGHTER/EMT. [CHAPTERS WILL HAVE NAMES WHEN THEY ARISE FOR NOW THEY'RE ARE JUST NUMBERED]