A Trip To The Hospital

A/N: Hey peeps! Thanks for the positive feedback; and a special thanks to heyarnoldandsouthparkfan who has given wonderful ideas and suggestions that will definitely be used in the future!

In this chapter you may want to grab the tissues... Anyway, good luck! ;') lol.

Recap: Last time, Arnold and Helga woke up from their strange dream only to find that they were late for school. Arnold doesn't want to go to school without seeing his Grandma first, so as he runs down the sidewalk he collides with Helga and they talk for a bit. Then Helga ends up walking with Arnold to the Hospital; they find out that they had just had the same dream and things get heated up real quick. Here is the last quote from Arnold which leads us to where we are now, "Yeah, a sign that repeats all of the bad things that has happened to you in the past! The horrible things that make you depressed each day of your life! Something that you have to cover up every single day with a fake smile..."

Onto the next chapter!

Disclaimer- I do not own Hey Arnold!

~Helga's POV~

We were nearing the hospital as I watched my beloved falling apart slowly in the front of me. He didn't know it, but it hurts me just as much as it hurts him. "Hey, hey, hey. Arnold calm down...it's going to be perfectly fine, as long as I'm here..." She said the last part only for her to hear.

"Yeah...well, things haven't exactly been going 'perfectly' fine, all week, I don't know if you've noticed." He said, sniffling.

"Arnold, I know what you must be feeling right now." I said, trying to maintain calmness.

He kicked a pebble on the sidewalk with his head hung low, wiping his tears with the sleeve of his shirt. "Yeah...right."

"Don't think that you are the only one without parents, Football Head!" I accidentally snapped at him.

"Helga! I don't think I'm the only one without parents, and you do have parents! Every Time one of our friends in the gang talk about their parents...all..all it does is just tear me down, to tell you the truth." He started to sob again.

The more he cried, it made me want to cry just as much as him. "Look..." I said, surprised, as my eyes started to well up with tears. "You may think that I have parents...but they don't actually act like parents or even 'MY' parents for that matter...all they care about is my sister and wouldn't care if I never even came home. So there you have it, we both are parentless." I looked at him, he had this different look on his face that I have never seen before. It was a mixture of pure hopelessness and sympathy. "You see, as long as I'm here, y-you'll be okay." I smiled. His eyes had this dimness, like all his optimism had been drained. He tried to smile, but then wiped his tears away with the hem of his sweater. I gave him light pat on the back and he jumped forth and gave me a startling hug.

"Thanks, Helga. I-it means a lot." He said.

"Any time, Football Head. Well, we'd better go and check on how your grandma's doing, because we're here." I smiled looking up at the tall building.

~Arnold's POV~

We walked into the building which smelled of sterileness. I had a feeling in the pit of my stomach, it's almost as if I could feel Grandma's presence.

When we got to the front desk, there were two ladies that looked to be about teens to their twenties. One girl had long brunette hair and the other had red hair pulled into a ponytail. "Excuse me?" I asked politely, but I guess Helga didn't want to waste anytime.

"Yo, princesses!" She yelled, which caught their attention.

"Do you happen to know what room a woman, by the name of Pookie Shortman is located?" I asked, hoping they'd know where she was.

"Oh yeah, she just came in yesterday. Do you mean, Gertie Shortman?" She asked me, which earned them a wide eyed stare.

'That name! Grandpa says that was the girl that always picked on him when he was my age!' I thought to myself, but the two women just looked at me, expecting an answer.

"Hello, young man?" One of the girls asked.

I shook my head, "Oh, I'm sorry. Yeah, that's who I meant." I looked to them, full of hope.

"Oh yeah, she's right down this hall." The girl with the brunette hair led Helga and me the way there.

When we turned the corner, there was a room labeled 'Gertie S.'. I walked in first, and my heart dropped at the sight of her. She had cords hooked up to her, up and down her arms, an oxygen mask for her to breath, all connected to the heart monitor. The lady left me and Helga in the room alone as she made her way back down the hall. I knelt down beside my grandmother on my knees, with Helga in tow.

Grandpa was there, on the chair on her bedside, but didn't say anything. He was just as worried as I was. By the look on his face, he looked like he'd been crying just as much as me, and when he cried, that wasn't a good sign.

We all sat in silence for awhile. I was sitting beside Grandma's bed as I watched her steady breathing, and the constant beeping of the heart monitor. I shifted in my seat. I looked to Helga who was watching her with just as much intent as me, with a worried expression. "Grandpa, do you think she'll be okay?" I suddenly blurted out.

"I...I don't know Shortman." He said in monotone.

"Wha-what do you mean you don't know Grandpa! You told me not too long ago that she would be fine and it was just a minor blood loss!" I said, loudly, almost shouting but quickly got quiet, as I remembered where I was.

He looked to me with a look of distraught. "I know what I said Shortman, but it's not that easy. I just told you that because you just woke up from passing out on account of it was because of this tragedy." He responded.

"So...so she's...you mean that...she..she might not be okay?" I asked, with my vision getting blurry by the tears, once again.

"Now, now. I didn't say that Arnold."

"But..I-it c-could happen. Couldn't it Grandpa?" I was beginning to have another emotional breakdown.

"Well..." He put a hand on the back of his neck and rubbed it. "Yes, Arnold. You can't live forever, Short Man." He had tears in his eyes as well.

That was it...Tears...

Tears kept rolling down my cheeks, nonstop.

They kept leaving a stain of red on my face, symbolizing the agony that I was going through.

As they slithered down my cheeks, I could hear a distant rumble outside. I got up and walked over to the window, past Helga who was trying not cry. I looked at the shades of Gray in the clouds. I closed my eyes, trying as hard as I could to think of happy thoughts, but alas, it was gone and I felt emotionally drained. I balled up my fists and walked over to where my grandma laid. I grabbed her hand and knelt down beside her. "No, Grandma! You can't go. You have to stay here, with me and Grandpa, we need you...I need you. Please don't go." I said almost above a whisper, with my eyes closed.

Suddenly enough I felt a breeze pass by me. I opened my eyes, only to see Helga. She had tears in her eyes, surprisingly to me. Then she put a hand on my shoulder, "Arnold...I-" I cut her off.

"I-it's fine, Helga. This means a lot for you to miss school and to comfort me." I smiled at her. She didn't though and turned her gaze back to my lifeless Grandma.

"Shortman, I really think that you guys should get to school." My Grandpa had told me.

I sighed. I really didn't want to go, I didn't want to leave her side, but I had missed too much of school not to, as well as Helga. "You're right, see you later, Grandpa." I said motioning for Helga to come along.

As we walked down the hall in pure silence, I looked up to see a bundle of nurses and doctors pass by us and down the hall in the direction of my grandmothers room. I turned around and grabbed Helga by the arm, which she was caught off guard, and dragged her towards my Grandma's room in a fast motion. When we got there, all I could see was Nurses and doctors. Then my Grandpa...he...he had a look of pure horror on his face. It was all I could do to keep from fainting. Before I started to lose connection with what was happening around me, I heard one of the nurses say, "She's having a reaction-..." That was it...I was out...emotionally, mentally and physically. I could no longer see or feel the world around me. The only thing I felt was pain...with a cold sharp wind, whipping past me. I could hear, everything as flashbacks began to fill my head.

"Arnold."

"Shortman, she'll be okay."

"Football Head."

"As soon as we get back, we'll take you to the park, little buddy."

"I don't want to hear any more stories!"

"Grandma!"

"Helga!"

"Bye mommy, bye daddy."

"I don't want to go Grandpa!"

"Mom, Dad! Come back, come back!"

"Silencing of nature" (echo effect) I looked around. There were memories, so many of them...flashing before my eyes, screaming at me.

"ARNOLD!" I heard someone call as my eyes shot open.

...

I was in what appeared to be a room. It was white, bright, which hurt my eyes as they tried to adjust. I looked down in what looked like I was in a hospital gown.

"You have been out, again, for about 30 minutes." Helga said, startling Arnold, causing him to jump.

"Wha-what happen?" I asked.

"You...uh...went into shock, Arnold...and, Don't ever do that again! You scared me to death!" She almost shouted.

"Sorry, Helga." Then he remembered why he passed out, "Where's Grandma? Is she going to be okay?" I started pressing questions toward her.

"Umm...I'm...not exactly sure.." She said, her head a downward cast.

"Why, what happened?!" I yelled, getting close to her face demanding to know what happened.

"Well, she~"

A/N: and that's where I'm stopping for now folks. I hope you liked it. Sorry if it was short, but I'm really tired, cause' it's like 5 am, and I really wanted to get this posted. No mean reviews please.

WARNING THIS STORY'S FEATURE INCLUDES SUSPENSE!

And ima keep it that way. So, sorry but you'll just have to wait.

Well, till' next time! R&R!

-Rosy