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"Helga…Helga?"

Helga groaned, opening her eyes.

"Good she is waking."

Helga looked at the one who was talking, she had red hair and glasses, the school nurse. She looked around the room.

One…

Two…

Three…Three people were in the room. However, she could not see the other two face features.

"Is she going to be okay?" That voices its Mr. Simmons. Helga struggled to sit up only to be held down.

"Helga, please stay still. She should be fine, once the medics get here they can look her over." The nurse informed Mr. Simmons.

"Arnold?"

ARONALD? That's the third person!

"Yes Mr. Simmons?"

"Would you please go out a watch for the paramedics and show them the way here?"

"Yes sir, I will."

Helga felt a small hand on her arm. "I know you're going to be okay." Arnold said then walked out.

Oh, Arnold…

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"Don't poke me with that!"

"Miss Pataki, please stay still."

"No buck-o! I'm not letting you put that in my arm!"

"Miss Pataki! You are low on your vitamins and this will make you feel better."

"Listen…I hate needles!" Helga threw her legs over the side of the stretcher. "And I- woah!." Helga held her head as the room began spinning again. She laid on the stretcher her eyes closed.

"Please, let us help you. You are pale, and sick. You are very low of you nutrients as far as we can tell."

Helga groaned her eyes still shut, "Fine…fine. I don't care. Get it over with."

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Dear Dairy,
I am in the hospital right now. All the doctors are idiots! The been asking me questions about my "self-esteem." How do I feel about myself? DO I have a need to be perfect? You know questions like that. Bob isn't happy, (Like I care) He's been complaining on how much this bill is gonna cost. Well these idiots are walking around like drunken hawks. Tomorrow then.
Helga

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Sorry this is short. Like? Flames are welcome I don't really care! Ta!