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It's been hours since Arnold and Helga stayed wrapped in each other's arms…and a new day had come. It seemed that after the intervention, they both fell asleep unnoticed by the workers in the facility. Weird! But oddly…true.

Arnold's strict order of 'No interruptions under any circumstances' for his crucial session, went unquestioned. Not one person bothered to check up on him or Helga. With conviction, Arnold made it his goal to avoid setbacks by being disrupted. He intended to minimize distractions, which may affect the first stage of the rehabilitation process...acceptance.

Slowly stirring from his sleep, Arnold awakened.

He opened his eyes,and noticed the most beautiful pair of blues staring straight at him. His heart fluttered. Feeling somewhat disoriented on his current location, his eyes blinked as he scoped the room.

"I'm still in the cell" He thought, as his mind settled, in turn, remembering what had occurred hours before.

His green eyes turned back to the woman beside him. He tried to decipher her expression, scanning her face attentively, looking for any signs of regression. Helga's eyes roamed his face as well, going downward to notice his arm placed delicately on her waist. Arnold's eyes followed her own, it slightly widened, he quickly realized their position as they lied down on the padded floor. His arm was swiftly removed, and he shifted himself to a safer distance.

Attempting to remove the awkwardness, Arnold spoke softly.

"Good-morning, Helga" he uttered, pulling off a smile as he lifted himself up off the padded floor, his gaze still held firmly on her.

With her eyes downcast, Helga did the same, sitting up as she shyly replied, "Good-morning."

Looking back up into his eyes, she noticed his intense gaze and began to blush. Feeling bashful, Helga quickly returned her focus to her lap as she subconsciously fiddled with a loose thread on her uniform jumper. A quirky smile came to Arnold's face as she blushed, noticing the gracefulness she upheld in the simplest of movements.

"She's so beautiful" he thought despite her having bags under her eyes, a mild case of bed hair, and her face dried up from tear stains. He felt some sense of comfort between himself and the woman he loved. Unfortunately, Arnold also realized that now was not the place to get too comfortable, he still had to keep his distance from her for appearance purposes. He couldn't let the staff know he had affections for his patient.

He intended to explain to her about that at a later date. He wondered where they might go from here.

Gathering his composure, and trying to sound professional, he quietly asked, "I trust you slept well?"

At the sound of Arnold's voice, Helga's eyes slowly returned to his and she responded with a nod. But a sense of unease appeared on her face as she fidgeted nervously on the floor as she faced the man who inadvertently kept staring at her.

She thought, "Okay this is awkward? But…waking up in his arms felt sooo right."

Every now and then both of them would glance at each other, observing one other's behavior, but the silence between them was deafening and it made Helga just a bit unnerved.

She began to doubt. "Did he actually mean it when he said he...needed me? I mean, he could have said that in the heat of the moment? And we do have a history of 'heat of the moment' confessions. I wonder if that's the case because right now he seems…withdrawn?"

She sighed, placing her hand to under her chin. "Maybe…maybe I'm over thinking this?"

Arnold watched her behavior and sensed the tension between them. He knew she was wondering, what next? Besides, he was thinking the same thing too.

Every time their eyes met, she would somehow shift hers away from his. He noticed how her lips would oddly twitch when he offered her his dimpled smile. But…after what happened yesterday he was at a loss for words. It didn't make it any easier the way they woke up this morning, it felt awkward and uncomfortable. Arnold nervously rubbed his arm as he decided to face the music.

"Look Helga, about yesterday… I meant what I said, I'm not giving up on you and…I hope...you won't give up on me."

Feeling reassured, Helga smiled, she reached out to him and enclosed his hand in hers.

"I won't Arnold" she said earnestly as she gave it a squeeze before releasing it.

She quickly stood up, and walked to sit on her cot while Arnold looked on before rising to his feet. Seeing her responding like that after what happened yesterday made his heart soar. He wanted to stay longer and monitor her development, but he didn't want to raise any further suspicions after performing an all nighter session.

Arnold rose up and headed for the door, he informed her that he'd send for her breakfast. Helga, in turn, smiled still unable to conceal the slight blush that appeared on her face as she wrapped her arms around herself, definitely missing his warmth. He waved her goodbye unable to shield his half-lidded gaze before he exited the door. Helga herself continued to look to him with a smile until the door buzzed shut.

Once out of the room, plastered on Arnold's face was the biggest smile he could ever produce.

He couldn't contain it, Helga…was back. He just hoped that this time it will be for good. After informing the orderlies to send for her breakfast, with a hop to his step, Arnold marched towards his mentor's office, his smile never leaving.

Oddly the nurses and doctors looked at him as he walked the halls while whistling a Dino Spumoni tune. Arnold entered the office in a good mood he didn't notice his mentor at his desk doing some work.

Arnold's whistling tune stopped when he saw him, he called out jovially.

"Henrik?" the doctor lifted his head, looking to Arnold quizzically.

"So...has the crisis been averted?" He asked.

Arnold replied proudly, "Yes, she is cooperating. I know it won't be easy, but I'm sure she will get better"

His mentor informed him, "Well good, good!" the doctor put down his pen and crossed his arms on his desk. He moved on to another subject, "Now Arnold, I have received...a phone call from the mayor, he asked for you?"

Arnold stood there stunned. "Why would the mayor of Hillwood want to speak to me?" he questioned himself.

Arnold looked to Henrik and replied, "I have only been here a week? Why would he ask for me?"

Henrik's brow furrowed as he responded, "That's what I want to know."

Arnold trying to make sense of things asked his mentor, "What did he say?"

Unknowingly Henrik replied, "He didn't say much other than wanting to speak with you, guess you must've done something right."

Arnold replied baffled, "I...guess?"

"Well Arnold you had a long night, I suggest you go on home and get some rest." his mentor said.

"That's okay, I'll just stay here and catch up with paperwork, and I'm kind of behind actually with everything that has been going on." Arnold knew why he didn't want to return home yet, he wanted to monitor Helga's progress a bit further to make sure that there were no setbacks.

Henrik stated, "Well, I'm heading home so I'll see you on Tuesday. By the way there's a couch over there in case you want a quick shut eye. Oh and here… the mayor left his number on here to call him."

Henrik handed Arnold the message and his eyes widened as he read aloud.

"Mayor... Gilbert Johanssen?"

Henrik looked to him questioningly, "Yeah! You know him?"

Stoically, Arnold replied, "No, but I knew his cousin."

Henrik clueless to Arnold's sudden sour mood replied, "Well Arnold, maybe he heard about you from his cousin."

Arnold crossed his arms on his chest crossly and mumbled disdainfully "Yeah, I'll bet."

Checking his watch, Henrik then patted Arnold on the shoulder. "Well, I have a holiday barbecue to head to so have a good weekend Arnold and take easy you hear."

Feeling drained, Arnold replied sighing. "I'll try"

Henrik looked to his colleague and laughed "Ha ha ha, you're starting to sound like me and you've only been here a week."

Arnold looked to his mentor grinning and stated, "I do? Maybe I should grow a beard like you as well." He said as he stroked his jaw line.

"Nah! I don't think it'll suit you. Besides, it'll look really odd with your football shaped head, no offense by the way." His mentor stated as he winked.

Arnold smiled. "None taken"

"Anyway, I really have to go now, Bye Arnold." Henrik said with a smile.

"Bye Henrik" Arnold wave to his mentor as he went out the door.

Arnold looked down at the message he received, contemplating what he should do. The medical documents and police report were in his hands, safely stored away for now. Being that it's a holiday weekend, he left a message with the State's District Attorney's office, because he didn't know who to trust in Hillwood anymore. He went over to the couch to take a nap before seeing Helga later. Once he lied down, he thought of many things, like how he just found out his ex-best friend's cousin also known as the infamous Fuzzy Slippers was now the leader of Hillwood city.

His mind was reeling. "I cannot believe this. Fuzzy Slippers is the mayor! Now what am I going to do?"

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose to relieve the tension in his sinuses. Of all the things that have happened this one seemed to take the cake. He felt overwhelmed, he needed to rest, hopefully later on with a refreshed mind he'd be able to figure it out. Arnold lazily closed his eyes and soon drifted to sleep.

Waking up a few hours later, he sat up, yawed and stretched out his limbs. Four o'clock was what he saw on his watch. He stood up.

Deciding to leave the office, Arnold headed to the cafeteria to eat. Finishing his lunch, he stopped by the bakery section and grabbed a pink frosted glazed donut with sprinkles on it for Helga.

"I'm sure she'll enjoy this" he thought as he grinned. He remembered fondly how she liked this sweet pastry.

Arriving at the door to her room, he swiped his card and entered the cell to find it empty.

Trying not to panic, he went up to the nurse-in-charge at the desk and inquired calmly, "Excuse-me, where's my patient?" he asked giving the woman a questionable look.

Dismissing his approach, the nurse replied patronizingly. "She was transferred this morning, Dr. Shortman" she exclaimed as if he should have known.

Wide-eyed and stunned, Arnold replied, "Transferred?"

"Yes, transferred!" The nurses replied once more sternly.

Shaking his head in disbelief for a moment, he then grew impatient and demanded forcefully. "Who... authorized this transfer?"

The nurse looked at him nonchalantly and replied. "Why Dr. Benson of course."

Shock came to Arnold's face again as he asked, "Doctor… Henrik Benson?"

"Is there any other in this facility?" The nurse annoyingly quipped.

Arnold ignored her impertinent attitude, he felt betrayed by his mentor. He laughed bitterly at the irony, he thought, "Who can I trust in this town?"

He sighed heavily and instantly felt the urge to punch something. Arnold had never felt so on edge since he came back into this town. The never ending cycle of betrayal frustrated him to no end.

He thought, "What happened to the all the good people he used to know, who stood up for what's right?"

His mind wandered to Helga at that moment and what she must have felt when no one believed her. He masked his face in one hand, and calmed his raging nerves. He looked to the nurse's name-tag and spoke to her on a personal level.

"Please Audrey, I need to find my patient she needs my help." he closed his eyes momentarily trying to keep his emotions from resurfacing and reopened them as he continued, "Do you know where she was transferred?"

The nurse looked at the distressed doctor and her expression softened. She sighed and responded honestly, "I…don't know. The location wasn't written in the chart."

Feeling frustrated Arnold pounded his fist on the nurses' station, shocking the nurse in the process.

"Gah!" He said, "How could I not have seen this coming?"

He began to pace around her desk, trying to figure out what to do next. As he paced around, an idea came to the nurse.

She spoke cautiously to him. "You know...you can contact Dr. Benson on her whereabouts. I mean since he signed off on it, I'm sure he knows where she is. Better yet, here...this is his home address. We usually keep it on file for emergencies, but you can pay him a visit if it's urgent." she looked to Arnold with a sincere smile, handing him a paper with the doctor's address on it. She continued, "It seems that you care about her a lot and...well... you know...I think that's very noble of you."

Arnold half-smiled at the nurse and took the information she provided. "Thank You!" he uttered as he quickly headed out.

Arnold left the floor quickly making his way to his car. As he pulled away from the facility his mind was blazing with cruel thoughts, his emotions fluctuating. This was becoming a trend and he hated what it did to him. He felt that he was changing, but if that was how it was going to be then so be it.

Arnold drove 20 minutes to arrive at Dr. Benson's house. Seeing that his car was in the driveway, he approached the home. Ringing the doorbell, Arnold waited as the door opened to find a little girl around ten years old, answering it. "Hi Mister, can I help you?"

"Yes, I'm here to see Dr. Henrik Benson, does he live here? He asked courteously.

The girl answered, "Sure, hold on a second."

She yelled out. "Grandpaaaaa, someone's at the door for you"

Turning back to Arnold, she uttered. "He'll be right there, Mister." Arnold nodded as he watched her walk away from the door.

Meanwhile, Henrik headed towards the door saying to his grandchild. "I'm not expecting anybody? Who could that be?" she just shrugged her shoulders and went into the backyard to play.

As he approached the door, he gasped at the sight of Arnold's angry face. Arnold wasted not time asking, "Where's Helga? Where the hell is she?"

"Helga? I don't k-" The doctor replied as Arnold crossed the threshold without being invited in.

Henrik put his hands up in surrender and replied, "Look Arnold can we take this to my study. I'll tell you what I know"

Arnold followed his mentor into his home office.

As they entered, Henrik grabbed two glasses and a bottle of cognac before heading towards his desk. Arnold remained standing close by as Dr. Benson offered a glass to him, but he refused. "I don't drink" he said dryly, his face red with anger.

"O-kay" The doctor shrugged his shoulders and poured himself a glass. He spoke frankly, "I'm sorry Arnold for putting you through this. I didn't know you knew her personally when I assigned her to you. I guess you lucked out on this one."

The Doctor sighed before continuing, "When the mayor called me this morning and told me who you were to this girl, I didn't have a choice, I had to do something, or I would lose my job and my license. To tell you the truth, I don't know what this woman has done to tick off the wrong people and I don't wanna know. If I didn't do this, me and my family's future would be jeopardized!"

Henrik huffed stressed out. "Look Arnold, this situation sounds very complicated maybe you should just let this one go."

Arnold stomped to the man behind his desk, and pulled out his rolling chair from it to face him, "Henrik, if you don't want me to go out there and tell your family what kind of person you really are, and what you have done, then you will tell me where they took Helga!" He exclaimed threateningly.

Henrik responded fearfully, "Arnold please don't do this. You don't know what you're getting into."

Arnold in all seriousness clutched his mentor's leather arm rests with his hands, tightening his grip on them. He came down to eye level with him, and stared at the man coldly, his eyes turning to a grayish green. He said venomously, "Actually...I do!"

Henrik uneasily spoke, "Look Arnold you're a nice young man, don't go looking for trouble. Besides, I'm sure they won't hurt her, maybe you should just….back off a little."

Arnold fed up insisted through gritted teeth. "Stop wasting my time, I know you're stalling, where is she?"

Henrik with worry in his eyes at what Arnold might do to him, conceded, "I sure hope you know what you're doing?" He added. "She's…probably with the mayor."

" What? I cannot BELIEVE this. Do you know what you've done?" Arnold yelled.

Henrik explained further, "I'm sorry Arnold but I was told to hand her over to the mayor's men. I think you should contact him. It looks like you have something he wants."

Arnold furious with this man, pushed his rolling chair back with anger. All of his efforts to stabilize Helga could go down the drain if she encountered the mayor. He hoped it wasn't too late!

Arnold walked back over to his mentor and threateningly pointed his finger at his chest. He put pressure on it so his mentor would wince each and every time. "If anything and I mean anything happens to Helga I swear YOU will live to regret it!"

Seeing this side of Arnold brought fear to Henrik's eyes, he'd never seen Arnold this angry and he never expected it from him at first glance.

The old man gulped loudly, but Arnold restrained himself, pulling away after getting his point across. He then walked backwards, slowly, out of the study, never taking his eyes off of the old man.

Arnold's cold glare induced a shiver in Henrik, which after his presence was gone, still remained. Dr. Benson felt guilty for being so weak. That young man was right, he messed up.

As Arnold fully left his home, he whispered dreadfully to himself. "Oh no, what have I done? What...have I…done?"

Meanwhile, Arnold went into his car, and started to drive. He put his cell phone on speaker as he made the call to the mayor of Hillwood.

(A/N: Alright people that's it for this chapter. I hope you enjoyed it and let me know if you do! So please Review! Deuces Everybody and enjoy your summer!)