(A/N: Thanks again to all who read and reviewed. Believe me, I appreciate each and every one. This chapter is rather short, but don't worry things will begin to unfold very soon;) So read up, and enjoy! Peace!

Finished tending to Helga's vital signs, the nurse turned to Arnold with a smile and spoke, "My, my, my... aren't you the lucky one." She said smugly.

Arnold gave her a quizzical look. "Huh? What do you mean?"

The nurse pointed at Arnold and said, "You should know...that the doctor before you was not so lucky. He...got beaten to a pulp."

She looked at him as his eyebrows rose up. " Yep, that's right. A pulp. You see...most of her doctors barely last a week with her. So, if you intend to stick around awhile a word of advice, next time you see that angered expression show up on her face" she paused for dramatic effect. ".. leave and do it fast, cause believe me this broad does not hold back...for anyone."

She then patted Arnold on his shoulder, giving him a knowing from experience kind of look.

"You're lucky these guys showed up to give her her meds, or you would've turned out like the others" the nurse said. "Come on."

She lead Arnold towards the door, and then mentioned, "Well...looks like your done for the day Dr. Shortman! Why don't you go home and relax. You sure deserve it with the day you had." She uttered with a smile, it seemed his reputation for surviving his first day, was a first in this facility. She nodded, thinking, "This lad will do fine here!"

Arnold reluctantly continued towards the door, but before heading out, he took one last glance at Helga's listless body, laying unconscious on the padded cell floor. An assistant nurse was fixing up her cot so the orderlies could place her on it.

With a strain in his voice, he whispered, "How did it come to this Helga? How?" He stood there momentarily, then slowly made his way out, softly closing the door behind him, flinching as he heard the loud buzz when the door was fully shut.

Moments later, Arnold found himself sitting in his car, unable to recollect how he got there. It seemed that he walked in a daze out of the building. Feeling grounded now, Arnold's emotions began to surface. His mind wandered to the many memories he had with Helga. Incapable of holding back his emotions anymore, Arnold softly wept at what she had become. Salty wet tears streamed down from his shimmering green eyes for someone he had known practically his entire life. And she was reduced to an untamed delirious woman.

He felt a pang of guilt overcome him, like he was responsible for this somehow. "It's my fault! It's all my fault." He thought.

He inquired, "How could this have happened? How come I didn't see it coming? Why her? WHY HER?" he shook his head in disbelief unable to make any sense of it.

"It doesn't make any sense" he said outloud.

In his despair, he dropped his head on top of the steering wheel while his hands tightly gripped it. He reproached himself, "Maybe she's right..maybe... I did this to her. If I hadn't-" his cell phone rang, interrupting his thoughts.

He gathered himself, hoping he didn't sound distressed. "H-Hello?"

"Arnold?"

"Oh...Hey Gerald" Arnold replied dejectedly.

"Wow, nice to hear from you too" Gerald said sarcastically.

"Sorry Gerald it's not you!" he replied earnestly.

"It's me?" Gerald added in playfully, trying to cheer his friend up. "Now where have I heard this before... Oh yeah, in high school, from every girl I've dated that dumped me except from Phoebe that is."

Silence resounded over the phone for a second till Gerald spoke once more.

"You okay, Arnold? You...don't sound like yourself."

Arnold cursed himself for showing his vulnerability. "Uh...no..no..I'm fine. Just..." he sighed "-exhausted from the day."

"That bad huh?"

"Yeeeeah"

"Wanna talk about it?" Arnold thought for a moment and decided against it. Maybe another time.

"Nah, it's...okay, I can handle it. I just need to head home and relax. Hopefully tomorrow will be better"

"Oh! Okay, man. Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that I'm free all Saturday if you still wanna hang out?"

"Um...sure, Saturday's good, no problem" Arnold replied distractedly, "Anyway Gerald, I'm about to head home now, I'll see ya later this week alright! And say 'Hi' to Phoebe for me."

"Will do, bye Arnold"

"Bye" As Arnold hung up his cell phone, another thought came to mind. He began questioning as to why no one was aware that she was here. He felt it strange that she was right under their noses and no one knew.

He queried,"Could it be that her parents did this?"

He felt it odd they did not know of her whereabouts, when he so happened to find her on his second day back in Hillwood!

Arnold wanted to get to the bottom of this and some investigating had to be done.

"I'm sure everyone's worried about her especially Phoebe, but Helga's mental health is at stake here. I think it would be best if I don't expose her to friends and family so soon. At least till she is fully stable." he thought.

So with renewed energy Arnold started his car and headed for home.

Arriving home, Arnold took the time to eat dinner with the boarders. The atmosphere was a welcomed slower pace from the hectic day that took place earlier. Once done with his meal, he excused himself from the table to go to his room and do some research.

Once in, he sat at his desk, reviewing each of his patient's files and looked over his notes. He prescribed what was appropriate treatment for each individual. But when he arrived at Helga's, he didn't know where to were no known clues to start looking in to and so far, Helga was not talking.

Unable to continue further with his analysis, Arnold got ready for bed. As soon as his head hit the pillows, he fell asleep.

The next day came, and proved to be uneventful since his sessions with patients, including Helga occured every other day.

Dr. Henrik Benson was off that day, so most of his day was spent working on filling in for him. His mind every now and then rested on Helga and the next course of action he should take.

He took a chance at contacting the head nurse to see if Helga was okay today, without raising suspicion. He couldn't afford to let them know that he had prior relations with his patient. If they did, they would take him off her case.

However, he couldn't help but feel concerned.

Once the work day came to a close, he got into his car and headed for the park.

He needed some fresh air and time to clear his mind a little. He sat on the bench and closed his eyes and daydreamed.

Minutes had passed when a voice was heard.

"Hey there Shortman" Arnold heard as he lifted his head up from the backrest of the bench.

"Grandpa? Is that you? Is it.. really you?" he asked uncertainly.

"Yep it's me Arnold, good ol' steely Phil in the fles-" he stopped himself "Well, never mind that."

Arnold still in disbelief didn't hear his Grandfather's last statement. He's stunned at seeing his grandfather seated next to him as if he had never left.

Arnold thought "How can this be?" he continued, speaking out aloud,"I mean...Grandpa, you're suppose to be... you know?"

"Uh,no... I don't know?" His Grandpa replied quizzically scratching his head, wondering what's going through his grandson's mind.

"You know" Arnold looked around him, and leaned towards his grandfather, whispering quickly. "D-e-a-d"

"Dad? Of course I'm a dad Arnold, without me being one to Miles, how do you think you came to be?"

"Grandpa!" Arnold sternly voiced.

"Oh Arnold just yanking your chain a little, heh,heh,heh" his grandpa chuckled at Arnold's quirky expression. He continued, "So...I guess you're in quite a pickle, eh, eh." He said wiggling his eyebrows, in which Arnold dismissed with a roll of eyes.

Arnold turned serious and replied,"Oh... yeah...I found Helga in the local asylum of all places and it seems no one knows she's there."

"Weeell, what do you know, I guess Helga beat Pookie to the punch,eh."

He looked thoughtful before he continued once more, "Humph, well...In my opinion I always thought Pookie would be the loony bin type. I mean...after all the shenanigans she pulled on me, he he he he " a burst of laughter came from the old man as he slapped his thigh in amusement at the recollection of his wife's crazy antics.

"Grandpa!"Arnold annoyingly interjected.

"Alright, alright Arnold I'll bear with ya" his grandpa affirmed.

Feeling helpless Arnold inquired. "Grandpa...I don't know what to do! I want to help her, but I'm so confused that I don't know where to start. I just want...answers. What should I do?"

"Well Arnold, remember when you had that girl trouble back in grade school and I told you to follow your instincts."

Arnold hesitantly replied, "Yeah"

Phil continued, " Well then that's what you should do. But just make sure you follow the good ones, cause we know how that turned out the last time." He winked as Arnold rolled his eyes at the old man rehashing one of his moodier moments. Arnold thought a moment and replied with a smile at Phil's short, but this time a concise advise.

"Thanks Grandpa"

His Grandpa chimed in, "Oh and Arnold? One more thing?"

Arnold chuckled knowing what was coming next."Sure, Grandpa"

His grandpawas grinning widely and placed a hand on his shoulders as he said "Never...and I mean never... eat raspberries"

"I'll make a note of that Grandpa" Arnold replied placing a hand atop of his grandpa's. Both continued to smile at each other as the sun lowered on the skyline.

Arnold gradually woke up on the bench only to notice the sun setting.

Feeling a light breeze wisp through his hair, he whispered, "Goodbye Grandpa and thanks again"

He looked to the horizon, and in the blink of an eye the wind ceased. He took a moment to enjoy the sunset before heading to his car and back home with a new outlook.