I'm baaaaaccckkkk.....here's the next chapter...sorry it's been so long, I've been on vacation and lots of other stuff's been going on...thanx to all those who've been reviewing, I really appreciate it...anyway on to the story.....

Disclaimer: I don't own HA!, or the game LIFE, now on to the story....
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~*Intro: Two weeks have gone by since Arnold found out Lila had been cheating on him. She hasn't even been by to see him. Arnold's grandparents have visited, and Gerald, Phoebe, and Helga have been keeping him company. Helga hasn't been staying over night with him since the doctor's think he's okay to be on his own now, but she's still instructed to come in and give him his medication and stay with him during the day (not that she doesn't love it of course). Gerald and Phoebe have been bringing him most of the schoolwork he had been missing, that way he won't be totally behind in his work. His wounds are healing quickly, more quickly than the doctors expected. Since his arm was only a minor fracture, the cast has been removed and a sling put in its place. He can almost fully use his arm and they say he may even be able to use a wheelchair soon. That way, he could move around the hospital and not have to stare at the same four walls all day.*~

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Okay Helga, pick your salary card, Phoebe directed, as Helga reached for a card.

Helga turned the card over to read the front and grinned. Yes! I got the $100,000 salary card, beat that! she yelled happily at Arnold, Gerald and Phoebe.

Gerald groaned, Dang, you always get the good cards, I got stuck with the $50,000 one.

Hey that's more than me, I got $20,000, and it says I'm a janitor! Arnold laughed, showing them all his cards.

It was a beautiful spring day and Arnold, Helga, Gerald, and Phoebe were sitting in Arnold's hospital room, playing Life. (Note: I hope most of you know what the game is, and how to play it...I DID change the rules of the game around a little bit, to fit better into my story...)

Phoebe got the $80,000 salary card, I guess she'll be supporting me! Gerald laughed.

As the game continued, Helga and Phoebe seemed to be the only one's racking up the money. Gerald had very little and Arnold was in debt to Helga.

Dang, another kid, this is like what?...the fifth one I've had in this game, my car won't hold any more people! Helga exclaimed, moving her car to the next space.

At least you have a family Helga, I have no wife and no kids, Arnold chuckled, looking up at Helga.

After landing on a spin again space, Helga spun the wheel. Counting out the spots on the board to 7, she started to laugh.

What'd you get Helga? Phoebe asked, leaning over to read the square.

It says, You and your husband have had a difficult time, you've had a divorce.' Wow, I'm not too good at keeping a relationship, huh? Helga chuckled, pulling out the small piece from her car and tossing it into the box.

They all started to laugh.

Hey, why don't you let me marry you, we can consider it a pay-off for the debt I owe you, Arnold said to Helga, laughing.

Helga pretended to think it over, while Phoebe and Gerald glanced at one another, smiling.

Well, I guess I do need a new husband, and you do owe me money....okay it's a deal, but we're taking my car!

Fine by me! Arnold laughed, placing his person in Helga's car.

Helga looked up at Arnold and smiled, I wish I could just tell him....' You could, your'e just a wimp!' How many times do I have to tell you to SHUT-UP!?'

Hey, no fair, now you'll both win! Gerald pretended to whine.

It's okay, Arnold's just using me for my money anyway, Helga chuckled.

Darn, she figured out my stradegy! Arnold said, as they all laughed.

They continued playing for another 15 minutes until Arnold and Helga finally won.

Yes, we win, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! Helga exclaimed, jumping up out of her seat and doing a victory dance. She high-fived Arnold and the both of them stuck out their tongues at Gerald and Phoebe. They all started to laugh again, until a nurse poked her head into the room and asked to speak to Helga.

I'm coming, hold on guys I'll be right back, Helga said to the rest of them, as she got up and walked out the door.

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After a few minutes Helga came back in through the door, a giant smile on her face.
Guess what Arnold, I just talked to the doctor. They said you'll be able to use a wheelchair as soon as you want to!

Really? That's great! Arnold exclaimed happily.

Helga beamed at the happiness of her beloved.

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A few minutes later, Helga, Gerald, and Phoebe were helping Arnold into the wheelchair. Gerald pulling Arnold up by his armpits and Helga and Phoebe carefully moving each wounded leg.

C'mon girls, move it with the legs, I'm starting to lose my grip. Gerald said through clenched teeth.

Helga and Phoebe quickly, but carefully picked up each leg and turned Arnold around.

Are you okay Gerald? Arnold asked, as Gerald started to move him toward the wheelchair.

I will be as soon as your in that chair, he joked.

As soon as he could reach, Arnold braced his arms against each arm rest of the wheelchair and they slowly let him down.

Okay, I'm good, Gerald sighed, wiping sweat off his forehead, and leaning his back against the bed.

Thanks guys, Arnold smiled, as he positioned himself comfortably. Phoebe and Helga both smiled and leaned up against the counter, watching Arnold the wheelchair.

Can you move easily. grip the wheels okay? Helga asked.

Yup, I think I'm good, Arnold replied, rolling himself around,

Gerald looked at his watch, it read , Well, it's time we'd better get going. Phoebe promised me she'd help me pick out a gift for my mom's birthday, ready Pheebs?

Yup, let me grab my purse, Pheobe replied as she headed toward the bedside table.

Well, we'll see ya'll later, you going home tonight Helga? Gerald asked as Phoebe grabbed her purse.

I don't know, I have no real reason to go home to a screamfest, Helga replied, sighing.

If you don't mind Helga, I'd like it if you stayed here tonight. I could use someone to talk to, Arnold spoke up from behind.

Helga turned around, suprised and happy at the same time, Well, sure Arnold...I'd love to...as long as your okay with it, you'll just need to tell the doctor.

Phoebe and Gerald exchanged a happy grin.

Arnold said, grinning.

Well...we'd better get going, leave you kids alone, see ya! Gerald exclaimed as he grabbed Phoebe by the hand and quickly walked out the door.

Helga and Arnold waved until they were out the door.

So, what do you wanna do? Helga asked.

I actually was wondering if you'd walk with me around the hospital while I get used to this wheel chair, if that's okay with you, Arnold asked, I'd love to get out of this room!

Of course, I don't blame you, I'm even getting sick of this room, Helga replied, walking behind the wheelchair and pushing him to the door.

Hey, you don't have to push me Helga, you've already helped me more than enough, Arnold said, trying to turn himself in his chair.

Don't be dense Arnold, you can't push that well with your bad arm, at least not yet. I don't mind at all, Helga said matter-of-factly as he looked up at her and smiled.

Oh Arnold, when will you ever know that I'd do anything for you...' Helga thought as she pushed him through the door. Helga pushed Arnold along the hall of every floor passing room by room. Talking and laughing together they eventually came to the giftshop at the bottom. As they passed it, Arnold noticed many bouquets of flowers. He looked around until he spotted a bouquet of roses.

He smiled up at Helga, who was looking back down another hall, and thought of exactly who deserved them.

As Helga pushed Arnold back up to his room, she made a quick stop to Dr. William's office. As Arnold waited outside the door, he watched all who passed.

WATCH OUT, COMING THROUGH, MOVE IT! Arnold heard someone yell from down the hall. Arnold quickly rolled himself back with one hand as a team of paramedics pushing a gurney came through. Arnold watched as a bloodied man lay on the gurney, stuck with iv's and air being pumped into his lungs. Watching them pass, Arnold winced, God, that couldv'e been me...thank you God for letting me live...'

Arnold, I just talked to the-Arnold? Are you okay? Helga asked, as she stepped out of the doctor's office.

Arnold, finally noticing someone was talking to him, turned his head toward Helga, What? Oh, sorry, just spacing. I saw this guy come through...he was all bloody-and, I guess I'm just thankful to be alive.

Helga smiled softly, I'm thankful your alive too. After saying this, her eyes widened in suprise that she actually said that, and she decided to change the subject. Well, let's get you back to the room, now, Helga said quickly, cheeks turning pink.

Arnold said smiling.

Why don't you just let all your feeling's out right now...you moron!' Oh, c'mon, you know you wanted to, and look, he wanted you to say it too.' Shut up...' Helga thought as she fought the battle inside her mind...and her heart.

C'mon Arnold man...just tell her, didn't you see how she blushed, she still likes you man, you've known ever since the FTi building...' Arnold's mind argued with him. Look, she doesn't like me, okay....right?' Arnold argued back, unsure about what he was feeling. Oh boy, you know it and you won't even let yourself in on it....why do you torture yourself, just tell her how you feel...what's the worst that could happen?' She could turn me down and I'll grow up feeling anguish, pain, and die alone?' True...' Wow, I really DO like her...' Told ya...'

Well, we're back, do you want me to call someone to help you get up in your bed? Helga asked, startling Arnold out of his thoughts.

Um, sure.

Helga quickly walked out of the room, and down the hall to find someone to help her move Arnold back onto the bed.

Sitting in silence, Arnold was again left alone to think. He sighed, Why can't I just tell Helga what I feel, why do I torture myself with the truth...' Good question,' replied his inner adviser. Wow, your really helpful,' Arnold replied angerly. Putting his hands on each wheel, he attempted to move the wheelchair by himself. Making sure to not bend his left arm too sharply, he moved himself forward, getting the feel for the wheelchair. Wondering what was taking Helga so long, he continued to roll back and forth across the room.

he yelled in suprise as he lost control of the wheelchair and ran into the cot Helga had been sleeping on when she'd been watching over him. Trying to catch Helga's books before they fell on the ground, Arnold leaned forward, but to no avail. Each book fell to the floor, making a loud thump as they fell.

Great, why don't I disturb the WHOLE hospital while I'm at it,' he thought as he leaned over to pick up Helga's books. As he got ahold of each one, one fell from the pile, Helga's sketchbook. Falling to the floor again, it fell open, revealing what Helga had obviously been working on last. His eyes widened as he slowly bent his torso to pick it up. Finally getting ahold of it, he looked it over. It was a very good, very well-done piece of work. It was a sketch of him, Arnold, lying in the hospital bed fast asleep. Next to the sketch was a sentence, just one single sentence, yet it meant the world: Oh my sweet, I still love you so, but sadly you will never know...

So, you convinced now?' Arnold's inner-adviser asked. Yeah....' Arnold replied, still looking at the sketch. But is it true, does she really have feelings for me?' I think you can answer that question yourself Romeo...' Arnold's spirits suddenly lifted as he realized this is what he wanted, he really cared for Helga, and maybe even loved her...this was exactly what he wanted, this was right.

Arnold, some of the male orderly's said they'd be down here in a min- Helga started as she walked into the room. Her eyes widened in recognition as she stared at the sketch in his hands.

Oh, uh, the sketchbook just fell, I was gonna put it back...uh, sorry... Arnold stuttered, embarrassed that Helga had walked in on him staring at her sketch, and more importantly, the one-lined poem.

Helga's cheeks turned crimson as she briskly walked over and took the sketchbook from his hands. Not saying anything, she closed it quickly and stuffed it into a bag that was sitting on her cot.

Helga, I'm sorry that I saw it, but I think your sketch of me is really good...I
just- Arnold started.

Look Arnold, please don't go through my things, Helga said softly, yet firmly at the same time.

Helga, I told you, it fell off your bed and- Arnold started again.

Whatever Arnold...I just-I need to go, I'll see you later, she said quickly, as she picked up her bag and headed for the door.

Helga, I thought you were gonna stay here tonight, I have something to tell you....Helga! Arnold nearly shouted as she walked out the door, leaving Arnold alone.

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You are SO stupid, SO STUPID!!!' Helga yelled to herself bitterly as she jammed the button on the elevator. She jumped in and pushed the level 1 button. Why do you do these things, why do you give away your heart like that....not Arnold feels....SORRY FOR ME....that's what it is, PITY!' Helga screamed inside her head as the elevator came to a stop and she ran off the elevator, pushing threw nurses, and hospital orderly's in her way. I've given him my heart before, and now I layed it on the line again, why? He probably thinks I'm soooo pathetic, still going after him after all these years...All I am is a big joke...a BIG, SAD, JOKE!!!' Helga admitted to herself as she walked out of the hospital and into her parked car across the parking lot. Unlocking the car door, she threw her bag in, and then herself. Slamming the door, she started to sob. Why, why me....why can't he just love me back...' she sobbed into her sweatshirt, with her knees bent up to her chest.

C'mon Helga, didn't you see his eyes, didn't you see them? There was something there....something there...' Helga's inner-adviser pleaded. I don't know what the hell your talking about...' Helga reluctantly said. Yes you do Helga, yes you do...he likes you Helga....maybe even lo-' NO!' Helga yelled inside her head. Even if you don't think so, you need to talk to him anyway...' I know...' You have to tell him what your feeling...for him.' I know...and I will, just let me pull myself together.' Helga finally said, pulling down the mirror from the top of the car and inspecting herself. Mascara running, and teary-eyed, she managed to get out of the car. Grabbing her bag, she walked through the hospital doors, nervous about what came next.

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Hey, so, how'd you like this chapter? Not as interesting, but the next chapter definitely will be...anyway, please review, thanx...;^)