Gerald brushed past the hospital staff only to be questioned by police. "I'm here to see a friend." Gerald muttered back while withholding his tongue. "I'm sorry sir but this is area is gonna be closed off in a moments notice." One of Hillwoods finest replied back as he pointed to crime scene investigators taking pictures of the inside of a closet.. "Some prick killed a couple a few hours ago, so don't be mad at me bud."

Fucking bastard. Just as he was about to turn he saw none other than chocolate boy and Robert walking away from a room. "Chocolate boy, Rob! Can you guys help me out. This guy ain't letting me pass!" They turned around waving him in. "Thanks." He muttered under his breath as he past the crowd. "For the record Gerald, call me Jax. I'm sick of that name. I suspect you already know whats your boys situation right?"

"Yeah dude thanks." Gerald replied as he walked into Helga's room. There he found her in her slumbering form. A doctor quickly attended her. "I'll send for a nurse to tell your friend she can come back." He stated before leaving. Gerald nodded in agreement. Arnold what the fuck did you do. He thought to himself. This ain't right.

"She's a fighter," A strange but familiar voice called out from behind. Rhonda? "she will carry on but what of the pieces that remain?" She hinted at Arnold's state. Gerald turned to eye her skeptically. "And what does that mean?" He asked a bit annoyed. She rolled her eyes at his remark as she scoffed. "Whatever you want it to be. You're just looking to be offended anyways." She spat back quietly as Phoebe returned.

"Rhonda! What are you doing here?" Phoebe questioned with excitement in her eyes. "I thought you were in Aspen?!" Rhonda sighed in despair, "Honey I'm everywhere. Besides Aspen isn't the only place rich people go to vacation away."

"Right, right," the feeble asian girl responded. "anyways the doctors say she should be out within a day or two if recovery permits."

Rhonda sighed as her eyes rested on her friend's sleeping form. "And what happened to Arnold?" She questioned as they heard their fellow blonde groan.

Her breath had become shaky, "He uh- he was involved in a car accident Rhonda." Phoebe responded in a skittish demeanor. "Arnold was on the phone with Curly as he was being informed of Helga's accident." She fibbed. Just the horrid lie itself was eating away at her innards. There was no way to hide a lie from Rhonda the queen of gossip. Rhonda nodded dejectedly at her reply.

Oh say it ain't so. Why did I have to lie. She'll find out sooner than later.

Curly brushed past Gerald aggressively, "Yeah she's right here officer." Curly pointed to Pheebs as a peace officer hand cuffed her. "Ow not so tight I bruise like a fucking peach you fuck." She bawled as she eyed Curly incredulously. The cop tried to lead her out the room without incident but Gerald was beign the stubborn ass that he is and blocked his exit.

"I'm gonna need you to step aside sir." He ordered again and again. To his dismay Gerald wasn't budging.

"What the fuck Cur-" Gerald stated mid-sentence as the cop struck him in his abdomen with the end of his baton. In an instance he fell to the ground in pain. "God damn fuck. I told you to get outta my way." He whispered through gritted teeth.

"What was that for?" Phoebe yelled.

"Obstruction of justice and impeding an arrest you dumb broad." He spat back obviously pissed.. "You know for an asian you sure are dumb. Hell I bet your blonde friend in the bed there is hell of a lot smarter than you." He announced quietly as he walked her out of the room while stating her Miranda rights.

Curly chuckled as Gerald got on his knees, preparing to stand. "What?" Rhonda questioned curiously. "Helga must be hopped up on drugs to sleep through that." He replied back as he wiped away tears of laughter.

Rhonda scoffed at his playfulness. Her attitude hasn't changed must from their eccentric relationship. If it even was considered one to begin with. She crossed her arms in concern as a bit of rage consumed her. Sid was right. Ms. Goody-two-shoes would lie through her freaking teeth. That little skeeze. Rhonda thought as she basically called her every name in the book aloud.

Gerald looked at her hurt as he walked away from the room. Within a moments notice the two became enveloped in an awkward silence. Uncomfortable stares became apparent. Soon they stared into oblivion. Dear God why am I being punished to be here with this creep near me.

"Guys." Sid stated loudly as he caught his breath. Causing the two to be relieved. "They're moving him to a different facility."

"Really where to?" He asked seemingly concerned. As he ran a hand through his jet black hair. Fuck didn't know it would be this serious. Jesus H Christ.

Sid shrugged his shoulders unsure. "Dunno man the feds are keeping a tight lid on this man."

"What about your father does he know?" Rhonda asked in desperation. Sid shook his head in defeat much to her dismay.

"There's rumors among the staff saying he's going outta state to get better treatment." Sid informed quietly as he looked over at Pataki. He looked over at Curly as he mouthed the word fuck. "While others are saying he's too far gone to improve."

"Fuck it dude I'm beat. I'm going home." Curly informed the duo. "See ya later bro. And to you madame I bid adieu."

"Whatever weirdo." Rhonda replied as she examined her cuticles.

A/N -Amber was a college classmate I knew and what this story was fictional due to a writing task appointed by my professor. It is somewhat modified to meet the story needs. I apologize for my absence. Errors will be fixed soon. Updates are coming :P