A/N: Thank you all for your patience with me and this story. I wasn't able to access a wireless network for several weeks, so I couldn't upload any chapters to this piece! Luckily, I had time over break to write chapters and now have access to the Internet again to be able to upload them! You can expect faster updates now. I'm very close to finishing this story, and I must say that the drama escalades from here, my Hey Arnold friends. If you're confused or have questions, don't panic, because they will be answered by the end of the story. Just hang in there! Enjoy this new section.
Just Wanna Be With You
"Miriam! Criminey! I can walk to the bathroom and use it all by myself! Yeesh." Helga yanked her arm out from underneath her mother's grip, the hospital bracelet from her stay in Hillwood Hospital sliding down to her wrist.
"Okay, dear. Just make sure to take your constipation medicine!" Mrs. Pataki reminded Helga as she turned to return downstairs.
'How many times have I told her to not say that out loud?'
Her pink cell phone buzzed in the back of the new sweatpants from the Pink Place at Hillwood Mall that Phoebe had purchased for her as a welcome home present.
She just received a text message.
Helga had only been home for about two hours, and she did not miss the company of her two parents, whom for some reason would not leave her alone. Really, no one would leave her alone. Not even in the restroom.
"Thanks for wheeling me in, Phoebs. I think I can handle the stairs." Helga began to slowly sit up from her wheelchair, after entering the foyer of her childhood home with Phoebe and Gerald, who kindly offered to bring her home since Bob was at work at the Beeper Emporium and Miriam was working off hours of continuing community service.
'You're welcome, Helga. Are you sure you don't want Gerald to accompany you up the stairs? He'd be happy to." Phoebe lifted her hand out to assist Helga in standing up.
"No, no. I got this. I don't need Geraldo's help." Helga shook her head in response and reached out to take the stair railing.
Unfortunately, Helga only stepped up one stair to crumble quickly under the weakness of her legs and was caught by a set of arms.
"Are you sure you don't need help, Pataki?" Gerald chuckled, lifting Helga's limp limbs to her previous stance.
"Just help me up the stairs, tall hair boy." Helga held out her arm impatiently to Gerald, who simply stared at it.
"Right away, Miss Pataki!" Before Helga could react, Gerald scooped Helga into his arms to lead the way up the staircase.
"Put me down! This is not what I meant!" Helga pounded her fists against Gerald's chest.
'Those two…' Phoebe giggled to herself as she followed the two friends up the stairs.
"Here it is, Olga! All set up!" Big Bob Pataki finally plugged in the portable television set that he brought home from work to welcome his second daughter home from the two-day stay at the hospital.
"It's Helga, Dad." Helga uncrossed her arms as she returned to reading the Vogue magazine Rhonda had bought for her as her present.
"Hey, hey, hey. Listen, up little lady. I set up this here TV so you can watch the Wheel from your bedroom. No need to get up. Just stay here and get some rest." Bob patted the television with his spare hand, the other cradling the remote.
Helga's blue eyes looked up from the page on curing frizzy hair in her magazine to meet her father's glance.
'He seriously bought me a television? Just for me? In my room?'
"Wow. Thanks, Dad. I have no idea what to say." Helga admired her new pink television set from across the bedroom.
"Yeah, well I figured you were old enough to have one of your own now anyway. Here's the remote." Bob stretched out his hairy, muscular arm to hand the new remote to his daughter.
"Thanks, Dad. I mean it." Helga smiled at her father, and laid down back in bed underneath the sheets and covers with the remote.
"You're welcome, Helga. I mean it." Bob returned the gesture with a grin of his own. "Miriam will be up here shortly with some soup. I'll be downstairs if you need us."
'Criminey. I never expected the royal treatment. Bob and Miriam sure are acting strange…' Helga thought as her finger scanned each one of the buttons on the remote.
'But I sure do like it.' Helga couldn't stop from beaming at the thought of her parents' sudden care for her since her return from the hospital.
"Now what channel should I watch?" Helga's finger finally met the power switch.
