"She has lost a lot fo blood." the doctor had said patting ARnold's back.
He already knew that, seeing as most of it was on his skin, or his shirt. He looked down at his hands clasped together in front of him. The palms were completely covered in ruby colored liquid that smelled errily of rust iron. It made the skin beneath itch and become irritated but he refused to remove it. He wouldn't leave until he knew how she was doing.
Blood was smeared on his shirt and pants. Passersby gave him worried looks as they bustled to different rooms. He inhaled deeply and ran his hands through his hair, some blood flaking and settling themselves in his blonde strands. Helga's father was currently in there with her with PHoebe, they had refused to let him in until he cleaned himself up, but he didn't want to leave her side. That is what had gotten them in this mess in the first place.
His eyes had teared up. he should have never left the room. He should have just been a man enough to tell her how he felt the moment he realized it himself. He should have been there, eh should have done...something.
My whole life waiting for the right time To tell you how I feel.
Know I try to tell you that I need you.
Here I am without you.
I feel so lost but what can I do?
'Cause I know this love seems real But I don't know how to feel.
When the ambulance finally arrived he had been by her side holding her hand. They had tried to shake him off but his grip was far too strong, even though his knees were weakening. They had been loaded up in an amublance where they had placed an oxegen mask over her face and worked to stanch the flow of blood coming from her wrists. When they reached the hospital he had expreted them to work on Helga immedently but apparently Johnny, who they had contacted, had other ideas. He has a helicopter ready to fly her to Hillwood, a little over thirty minutes by air away, in order to keep the hospitals silence while the treated her. And now here he was watching and waiting. Phoebe and Helga's father were waiting for them when they arrived. They had been allowed in while he had to sit here and wait for news.
We say goodbye in the pouring rain And I break down as you walk away.
Stay, stay.
'Cause all my life I've felt this way But I could never find the words to say Stay, stay.
He had waited all night only to be told to go home by Helga's father. He wasn't angry. He could never be angry at Arnold, so he said, but he was worried. The blonde boy only made him nervous, seeing him covered in his daughter's blood like that. SO Arnold grudgingly went home to change. His grandparents gaped at him as he walked through the door. They attempted to make a fuss but he robotically made his way to the bathroom. He slammed it shut and locked the doors. He turned on the tap and waited until thick clouds of steam rose into the air.
Alright, everything is alright Since you came along And before you I had nowhere to run to Nothing to hold on to I came so close to giving it up.
And I wonder if you know How it feels to let you go?
You say goodbye in the pouring rain And I break down as you walk away.
Stay, stay.
'Cause all my life I've felt this way But I could never find the words to say Stay, stay.
He stepped inside. Not bothering to remove any of his clothing, except for his shoes which he had kicked off upon entering the house. He put a fist against the wall and bit his lip as the scolding hot water poured over his shoulders. He watched as the blood melted off of him and swirled around in the tub. He could feel it lift off of him but it felt like it only sunk deeper into his skin. He put his hands up to the shower head and let the jets of water hit him. The small streams hit his palm like knives and it cut away the blood cracking it. The tears that ached to burst out of his eyes didn't they stayed in place.
So change your mind And say you're mine.
Don't leave tonight Stay.
He pictured her lying in that bed, all those tubes sticking out of her body. Keeping her alive. Her eyes closed to the world. Him beling helpless in bringing her back to him. He had scrubbe himself raw by the time the water ran cold. His skin had little pinpricks of blood coming from the pores. He threw back the curtain and stepped out. He shook his head slightly and wrenched open the door. He made his way up the stairs silently, ignoring the stares that followed him. He drapped his sopping wet body into his room before finally pulling the shirt over his head. He slowly shed the sopping layer throwing them in a corner and flinching as they made a sickening goop sound. He rifled through his drawers and pulled out fresh clothes hesitating before pulling them on.
Say goodbye in the pouring rain And I break down as you walk away.
Stay, stay.
'Cause all my life I've felt this way But I could never find the words to say Stay, stay.
He walked out the door without a word. He had to get back to the hospital, because as soon as Helga opened her eyes he was going to be there. And he was going to do what he should have done a long time ago. He was going to tell her how he felt about her once and for all. He just hoped she would stay with him. That she would pull through and stay with him.
Stay with me, stay with me,
Stay with me, stay with me,
Stay, stay, stay, stay with me.