A/N: Thank you all for your patience. College has been catching my attention for these past few weeks, and I'm glad you're still hanging with me to read this story. I have time now that the semester is finally over, so you'll be getting some more chapters. However, that does not mean they are going to be long ones. Haha. Just kidding. I think you guys deserve a long chapter. Which will be after this one. ;)

Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold! or any of its characters.

Bop to the Top

"We have to tell him." The words barely escaped Gerald Johansson's lips as he tightened his arm's hold around the waist of his girlfriend.

Phoebe shook her head as her Asian eyes met the brown ones of her boyfriend since sixth grade.

"You're willing to break the heart of your best friend?" She simply asked, shifting under his touch.

He sighed. Of course he wouldn't. He can't.

"He still deserves to know the truth." Gerald acknowledged, and joined with Phoebe once again gazing upon the resting, unconsciousness blonde beauty beside him on a hospital bed at Hillwood Hospital.

The body of Helga G. Pataki.

"Please, Helga. Please." The blonde football headed teenager stroked his tear off the colorless, cracking face once more of the girl he has known since he was three years old.

'My best friend…'

"Just wake up. Please." He pushed a lock of her blonde, wavy hair out of her closed eyes.

'Helga…'

"I would do anything to see those blue eyes of yours dazzle again."

Arnold reached into the pocket of his P.S. 121 sweatshirt to grab the golden locket that the attending ambulance technician had given to him before Helga was transported into the ambulance.

"If only I could open it…" He whispered, and slipped the piece of metal jewelry into her hand on the side of the hospital bed.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Harold placed his hefty hands on the delicate shoulders of his gorgeous girlfriend.

"When the time is right." Rhonda clicked "Save as Draft" on her blog's most recent post.

Harold started to rub her shoulders as he shuddered.

"I just wish I could take it all back." Lila adjusted the yellow roses she purchased from Hillwood's Flower Shop in a vase she borrowed from the hospital. Her green eyes slowly turned to meet Helga's shut ones.

"Me too." Rhonda placed on a hand on Lila's shoulder, and followed her glance.

A single beep breaks the silence in the empty darkness of an occupied hospital room at Hillwood Hospital. Another beep follows the previous one. And another. Another, another, another. The beeps begin to pick up speed, and soon, they turn into consecutive, continuous beeps.

The heart rate of the patient comes alive through the heart monitor.

Helga G. Pataki's blue eyes barely flutter open like butterflies' wings as they finally see a source of light on the bland hospital ceiling after twenty-four hours in complete nothing.

She was awake.