A/N: Well, thanks for the reviews! Here's chapter seven...(you will see what Helga is diagnosed with!)

Chapter Seven: No Mommy! No!

Helga laid in her bed. Sick. Feverish and she was vomiting everywhere. Olga tried feeding her soup, but Helga couldn't eat it. It made her feel worse.

She'd been sick the whole weekend and missed two days of school. For the whole time, she only drank one bowl of soup! That's it!

"Hi, Olga, can I come in?" asked Arnold standing at the door. Behind him, he held a bouquet of daisies.

"Aww, aren't you the sweetest thing? Come on, and come in." She sniffed.

"How is she?"

"She's fine – I suppose." Olga looked up. "Actually she's not. She's been complaining about stomach pains, back pains and the poor dear has had a high fever and was vomiting!"

Arnold frowned. He supposes that he went to see her too late. "Oh. Can I go up and see her?"

"Well," Olga stared at him. "I suppose...if you get sick, don't blame me."

Arnold smiled and ran up the stairs and into Helga's room. He knocked on the door three times.

"Who is it?" asked Helga wearily.

"Your friend..." he said.

Helga gasped and moved away her trash can of puke to the other side of the bed. "Um, come in."

Arnold walked in the room and closed the door behind him. He sat next to her on her bed and handed her the bouquet of yellow daisies. "For you, my dear."

Helga grinned and inhaled the sweet aroma of the flowers. "They're beautiful...Thank you so much." She put them on the bed.

Arnold's hand swayed around her face. "Wow, you feel really hot. Are you feeling okay?"

"Not really. Mariam's going to take me to the doctor's tomorrow. Then maybe I'll get better. Am I missing anything in school?"

"Nah. We're not doing anything...no real homework. Nothing you can't catch up on in a couple of days." He winked.

Helga smiled then suddenly got the feeling of barf in her stomach. "Ugh, Arnold can you get me a trash can or something?"

Arnold saw her trash can on the other side of her bed and quickly grabbed it. He put it in front of her as she made a gacking sound. He pulled up her hair and let her continue. Idly, he looked around the room. It wasn't really messy...not like when he was sick. There weren't scrunched up tissues all around the floor. Oddly, she wasn't sneezing. On the wall, he smiled to see his varsity jacket hanging on the coat rack.

Helga moaned slightly. "Arnold, you really don't have to be here. I'm just grossing you out."

"No, really. It's okay. I'm going to stay here with you for a while."

"Please Arnold...it would make me feel more comfortable if you just went. I wouldn't want you catching my sickness."

"Are you sure?" He stroked her hair.

Helga nodded as she put the trash can back on the ground.

Arnold took her hand and kissed it. "Okay then...I'll see you when you're better, okay?"

Helga smiled. "I'll see you when I see you, Football head." She chuckled.

Arnold left the room.

***

"So you went to go see Helga?" asked Curly blankly.

"Yeah. I don't see what to problem is. We are friends, after all."

"But I didn't know you guys were such close friends. I mean, sure...friends call to see if they're OK. But does anyone really go over to their house? Risking their own life to see a sick friend?!"

"Curly, just chill." Said Gerald. "My man Arnold and Helga are just friends. That's all."

"Yeah...just...friends," said Arnold slowly.

"There's something more. I CAN SENSE IT!"

"I think you've been biting off too many chicken heads," said Gerald.

"JUST THAT ONE TIME!"

Arnold and Gerald walked away as Curly began laughing evilly. "Man, he's got some serious problems," said Gerald.

"Yeah. He does. I mean, can you believe he would think Helga and I were more than just friends? Crazy, eh?"

"I guess..."

"You guess?" Arnold asked in disbelief.

"It wouldn't be too bad if you two got together anyway," said Gerald. "You two look nice together and -,"

"Save it, Gerald. We're just going to be friends..."

"You're one bold kid." Gerald winked.

"Kid?"

"Yeah, man. It doesn't quite work with teen."

***

"So Doc, do you think there's anything wrong with me?" Helga asked.

"Well, just take the fever medicine I gave you. Your symptoms were very odd...so I gave your blood test to the lab. But you should be fine..." he said slowly.

Helga jumped off the bed. "Thanks..."

***

"Helga, do you have the homework for Social Studies?" asked Phoebe on the phone, about two weeks later.

"Yeah, it's – oh, hold on. I have someone on the other line. Can you hold for a sec?"

"Sure Helga."

Helga pressed a button. "Hello?"

"Hello...Helga? This is Doctor Michaels here." His voice sounded sad. "I have the lab results back..."

"Oh. Well, I don't really have a fever anymore – so, is it really necessary?"

"Very necessary. I think I need to discuss it with your parents first though."

"They're not home right now," said Helga. Her hands were trembling furiously and her heart pounded at an alarming rate. "So, tell me, what's wrong?" She tried to sound strong.

He took in a deep breath. "Helga, you have..."

"What?" tears were already dwelling in her eyes even though she didn't know what she had yet.

"Helga, you have cancer."

Tears rolled down Helga's eyes. "C-c-cancer?"

"Kidney cancer. All your symptoms matched up – and if I didn't send it into the lab, it would be too late...even though it is partly too late now. We're not sure but we hope it's only in one of your kidneys. But you've complained of these symptoms long ago...so...I think we should talk about this later. With your family."

Helga nodded and cried. "Okay, Doctor...t-thank you." She pressed the button again and Phoebe was on the other line.

"Helga? Are you okay? It sounds like you're crying..."

"Oh, Phebes...it's awful – I have cancer."

"Oh my God, Helga!" Phoebe squealed. "But – how?"

"My sicknesses – the fevers, the stomach pains," she sobbed. "For so long. It adds up to this!"

"Helga..."

"Phebes. Promise me you won't tell anyone at school. Please," Helga pleaded. Her voice trembled as she spoke.

"Okay, Helga. I promise."

Helga sniffed. "I have to go now...see you tomorrow, okay?"

"Bye, Helga."

Helga hung up and began weeping. She fell flat on her bed and soaked her sheets with tears. Olga and Jonathan heard the commotion and rushed in her room. Helga cried and told them as Olga rocked her in her arms.

"Oh my poor baby sister," cried Olga, her mascara running.

Jonathan didn't cry. No sir. He just stood there with a stiff upper-lip. He sat next to them. "Don't cry you two...be strong."

Mariam came home from the market, and Big Bob came home from the Beeper store. Jonathan rushed downstairs to tell them both. Once they heard, they ran up the stairs and cried with Helga. Their daughter they had taken for granted for the first 10 years of her life was diagnosed with cancer. It wasn't happening. Please let this all be a nightmare we will wake up from, they all prayed.

A/N: There you go...now you know. There will be a couple of more chapters coming up! Yup yup yup. It ain't over until she...you know. =(