A/N: Hey, sorry for not updating sooner. I just have school, and you all know how much that sucks. I get out at 4, do a whole butt-load of work, go on my treadmill, and then I'm too tired for anything. So sorry if I end up having these chapters come out every week.

Her fists clenched at her sides, as she ignored the pain her right arm was bringing to her. The look she gave him was so sharp, so intense, he couldn't stop staring back. "How... how do you know my name?" He asked in a small voice.

She could have slapped him for that. Did she really look that different from when she was a teenager? And for the moment, she forgot about what had happened last night, and focused on the confused blonde man in front of her. The same man that had caused her so much pain, so much trouble, and he hadn't even known. He was completely oblivious to the life outside of his; such a dense, adorably idiotic fool.

He started to feel very uncomfortable with her staring at him like that. Those deep, ocean blue eyes that just pulled him in closer and closer. Who the hell was this girl? And why did he feel like he knew her? "God, your such an idiot." She said, shaking her head and looking away. She no longer seemed mad, but... disappointed? "How else would I know your name, football head? We've known each other since pre-school." Sighing, she fiddled with the hem of her blanket. "Or at least, I've known you."

He just blinked, taking in all of this information. Oh yeah, he definitely had a clue of who this was now. C'mon, who else would ever call him football head? His head wasn't even shaped like that anymore. "No... no, I know you." He said, taking a few steps forward. "I.. I can't believe it. Helga? Helga Pataki?" He shook his head, pushing back the long strands of hair from his eyes. "You sure do look different, I can tell you that."

Helga, on the other hand, was staring at him with wide eyes. That was not the reaction she was expecting; at all. He was acting like he had just see an old friend, instead of an enemy. Jesus, the poor guy must really be tired.

"Wow, I didn't think you still lived in Hillwood. Where have you been all these years? And why did you cut your hair? And-" he cut himself off, now actually getting a chance to really look at her. Her right arm had been wrapped in bandages, having a few blood stains here and there. "What happened last night?"

Snapping out of her shocked state, she scowled at him, now rubbing her injured arm. "It's none of your business. In fact, none of those questions are your business."

"Still the same attitude, I see." He replied rather childishly, glaring at her once more. His expression softened though, knowing this was Helga he was taking to. "But really, I want to know. It interests me. Like, why... why did you come to my house?" He asked, looking at her with pleading eyes.

Seeing his expression change, she sighed, shrugging her shoulders. "I don't know. I was pretty much half unconscious when I reached your block. Running while bleeding isn't exactly the best idea." He still looked at her, as if wanting her to continue. "And I guess, in a way, I knew it was your house. And I knew that you'd help me."

Arnold then smiled, taking a seat and dragging it towards the other side of her bed. "You know, that's what I never understood about you. Your always trying to act so mean and tough, but you usually give in to whats right. I remember how you always used to say you were a bad person, and for me to just deal with it, but deep down I knew that wasn't the full truth. Like, I knew you had some good in you."

She narrowed her eyes at him, now turning to the tray in front of her. "Oh please. What are you, my therapist? I mean, I said that stuff when I was like; what, 12? I didn't even know the real definition of a bad person." She grabbed the plastic knife and fork, cutting her perfectly fried egg. "A bad person is someone who goes against the law; does something they aren't supposed to. And they don't just do it once."

Arnold looked at her questionably, not fully understanding what she meant by that.

Helga then stabbed her egg, using the fork to stuff it in her mouth. "A good person is someone who you can trust. Someone who admits when they're wrong, or has done something wrong; and apologizes. Someone who is real. Who isn't afraid to help other people." She paused, lowering head just a bit. "Someone like you." He blinked.

Laughing a little, she moved onto her sausage, also stabbing it. "And this morning, when I woke up, I wondered why anyone would actually help me. But when I found out it was you, I understood why. It's because your you. The good guy." She was doing it again, the habit she acquired a few years back; word vomit. If she didn't stop it now, she'd probably end up telling him her whole life story. Criminy! Way to go, moron. Your damn mood swings are probably confusing him.

It was then silent in the room for a few minutes. With Helga eating away at her breakfast, and Arnold still thinking about what she had said. He still had a few questions in mind, and she didn't really seem like she cared anymore. He opened his mouth to speak, but right then the nurse had come in, probably to check up on the hungry blonde.

"Hello again." She said, walking over to the small sink and pulling out a pair of fresh gloves. "Just thought id like let ya know that you'll be able to leave this afternoon."

"Sounds good." Helga answered, taking a sip of her coffee. Staying there for too long wouldn't be the best idea anyways.

"And everything seems to be okay. The doctor said for ya to just leave the bandage on your arm for a few more days." Helga nodded, now placing the empty tray on the cart. "Oh! Also, don't forget. Ya have to go down to the police station for questioning. They'd like to know just exactly how that bullet wound up there." Her tone was rather suspicious, as if she knew something. But, turning around, she still held a warm smile as she walked over to the two blondes.

Helga quirked an eyebrow at the woman, folding her arms. Suddenly, she didn't feel too safe here. They couldn't know who she was, could they? No... this couldn't possibly be the same hospital.

The nurse grabbed the handle of the cart, ready to wheel it out of the room. Looking down, she saw that the tray was empty, save for a few crumbs. "Oh, would you like me to get you another plate? After all, you are eating for two."

A/N: CLIFFHANGER! Bet you didn't expect that, did you? Heh, it will all make sense eventually. Although, I don't know how im gonna have Arnold react to this news.

And, if your wondering, Helga has been to this hospital before. Like, recently. What a coincidence, eh?