Disclaimer: I own NOT Hey Arnold! But I love the football-headed boy, so I write fanfics about him and his pals!

This is a little sad, or maybe too sad. Anyways, enjoy (if you like sad stuff) and review!

DEATH IS AT THE DOOR SHORT STORIES

I will love you forever

Sid heard a bump and went back to sleep. He knew Rhonda had a bad headache, and had gotten up to get a Tylenol. He reasoned that she had dropped the pill´s jar again. She had become very clumsy since she started her third pregnancy trimester, which really annoyed him. His once perfect wife was now a huge cow. He heard her coughing, and just assumed that she had eaten a huge chunk of chocolate, too big for her to swallow at once. In his dreams he saw the face of another woman, a curvy Peruvian lady whom he had been seeing for three months. In his dreams it was her who was sleeping next to him. He trailed his hand to touch her, but found no one instead. Instinctively, Sid opened his eyes. He was alone in bed. He turned around and reached for his phone. It was four in the morning; Rhonda had left bed at eleven.

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"I heard she drowned on her own vomit!" A woman with a know-it-all tone of voice exclaimed.

"Really? I heard it was an aneurysm." A woman with a high pitch voice said.

"Yeah. Both." The know-it-all said, matter-of-factly.

"How come?" The high-pitched woman asked curiously.

"She had the aneurysm, and fainted. She hit her head hard on the sink and vomited. As no one helped her on time, she drowned on her own vomit." The other woman answered scornfully.

"Oh my gosh!" She exclaimed, in an ever higher voice pitch.

"My cousin, the intern on shift that night, said that if she had received help earlier, she wouldn´t have passed away." The other woman added sadly.

"Oh, dear!" She exclaimed in an almost inaudible voice. "How about the baby?"

"He died, too."

"He? You mean it was a boy?" She gasped.

"Uh-huh. His name was going to be Benjamin." The other replied.

"This is unbelievable! How about her husband?"

"You mean the piece of crap that let her die? He´s slowly being consumed by his own guilt." She replied, her words full of hate.

Sid was eavesdropping from other side of the wall from which the women were talking. He never saw their faces, so he just assumed that they were Rhonda´s working partners. He cackled, again, who was he to assume? His assumptions had led his wife and stillborn to where they were. It was his fault. Sid´s eyes swelled up with tears. He moved away from the wall and walked to his late wife´s open casket. He held her pale cold left hand. She was still wearing her wedding ring. When he bought it, just five years ago, he had had it engraved I will love you forever. How long had forever lasted for him?