Arnold was in a panic. 'OH MY GOD! IS SHE OK?! IS SHE ALIVE?! WHERE IS THEIR PHONE?!' Arnold began frantically searching her room for the phone. He squated and his phone fell out of his pocket. He gave himself a face palm and quickly grabbed the phone. He dialled 911 as fast as his fingers could move.
"911 what is your emergancy?" the calm lady asked. "My friend just swallowed a bunch of pills and alcohol in a suicide attempt!" Arnold panted. "Ok sir calmly tell me where you are located." the lady said. Arnold told her the address and she said she was sending help over right now. Arnold began to cry. He was sobbing hard. Thick tears began run down his cheek. He burried his head in his knees. "Oh God please Helga don't die! You can't... you just-" he began to sob again. Not too soon after paramedics came in with a gurney. They slowly lifted Helga up and were gone.
Arnold was at the hospital in the waiting room. He pulled out his phone and called Gerald. Arnold was still sobbing. His eyes were apple read and his cheeks were still wet. Gerald answered happily, he was worried about Arnold earlier. "Hey bro! What's up?" he said cheerfully. "Hey Gerald... Uhm... do I called you... because... I thought... you... could handle... the news... better-" his sobbing became more violent. The waiting room was deserted so his cry just echoed. "Are you crying Arnold? What news? What's going on?" Gerald began questioning. "I'm... at... the hospital... He-" Arnold sobbed hard now. He couldn't even say her name. "Helga... tried... to... kill... herself." He sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. It was the most he had ever cried in his life. He ran out of tears to cry now. It was just dry cries.
Gerald said nothing. I mean what could he say. Him and Helga had became best friends. Helga, Pheobe, Arnold, and him were a tightly knit group now. Helga hadn't talked to any of them over the summer so they had gotten worried about her. Arnold could tell Gerald was trying to hold tears back because he whispered something about telling Pheobe in a soar voice then hung up.
A doctor came out right after the call ended. She sat in the seat across from Arnold. "Sir are you going to be ok?" Arnold grabbed a tissue and wiped his tears and calmed his sobs. "Yes." he whispered. The doctor sat up and looked at the clip bored she had sitting in her lap. "Well Helga is in a coma. She was very fortunate to not have died. It was very suprising to us. She may survive-" Arnold cut her off. His eyes widened. "May?! What does that mean?!" Arnold was scared now. "What I mean by may is she may not come out of her coma. If she doesn't she will die. We will try the best we can but there's not much else we can do sir."