Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story.

They all belong to their rightful owner: Craig Bartlett.

Title: "Blackmail toy"

In the last chapter of "Blackmail toy": As Arnold, Phoebe and Gerald watched Lila and Helga actually getting along, he started feeling jealous of Lila; she was able to change her relationship with Helga so easily, and here he still was; scared and silent.

Aaron finally snapped at Arnold, and told him a couple of truths, though he still respected Helga's wish to be the one to tell Arnold about her feelings. That was also they way it should be. With a new form of willpower, Arnold pulled Helga into a classroom and swore to her, to tell her something if they'd win the baseball game a couple of days later.

Now both of the love-struck teens were more than ever ready to fight against the seniors… and there was no way they could lose.

Author's 1st note: Ok, I'd like to start out this chapter by admitting something… I… know… NOTHING… about baseball, ok? I tried to briefly google the rules, re watch the baseball related Hey Arnold! Episodes, but that's about it. I played it a bit as a child in gym, but that's like a million years ago (ok, ten years, but that's still a long time! xD) so, please, please try and accept any rules or whatever I might have broken through this chapter XD

Chapter 36: "Please help him!"

"I… hate him!" Helga declared for about the seventh time since the baseball game had begun. The people in the huddle around her nodded in agreement, as they all glared a little towards the seniors' team. At one boy in particular; a guy named Jake who, apparently, was ready to do just about anything to win this game. It was a miracle that, no one had passed out yet due to his serious hardballs, and even something resembling dangerous lumber like Arnold had, though this dangerous lumber was definitely not something he was ashamed of having.

"Anyone up for killing him when this thing is over?" Helga asked with a mix of humor and seriousness. Some nodded in mock eagerness while others just rolled their eyes in amusement at the very Helga-like suggestion; Arnold being one of them. "How about we instead go out there, win the game and watch him roll on the grass in despair?"

Helga turned to look at Arnold with an amused look. "Now you're talking! Yeah, sounds like a plan. We are even, it's the ninth inning and it's our turn. We can do this!" she answered with a big smile, praying in the back of her head that Jake wasn't planning any last minute stunts.

"All right, you're up to bat, Helga. Make us proud." Gerald said and put a flat hand in the middle of the huddle. "Got it." Helga answered with a little pant, like all of them were panting a little at this point, and put her hand over his. The rest of the huddle followed the motion. "Go, team!" they yelled in unison and threw their arms up into the air, before they went to their positions.

Helga ran up to her place, grabbing the bat and taking a deep breath. Arnold was watching her as she did so, as the rest of the team also did. She then swung the bat over her shoulder, spread her legs and twisted her feet into the dirt under her shoes to get a stronger stance.

"Why does Helga seem extra motivated?" Gerald asked Arnold in a whisper, having a slight clue to why, though not Arnold nor Helga had told him or Phoebe about what they had talked about a couple of days ago. Arnold smirked a bit. "I'm… going to tell her something if we win."

"Only if we win?" Gerald asked with a cocked eyebrow. Arnold shrugged. "Naw, I'll probably tell her anyway… but then I will seriously wait until Aaron's gone. If we win, I'm telling her now." He explained.

"Does Helga know what you're gonna tell her?" Gerald asked, crossing his arms with an amused smirk on his lips. Arnold went quiet for a couple of seconds, a small smile appearing on his lips. "Yeah…" he answered with a nod. "I think she knows. It's the way she looks at me; it's like I'm see-through all of a sudden."

"Mmm, mmm, mmm! So you two are finally confessing. That was about fucking time!" Gerald whispered, earning a chuckle from Arnold. "You do know that if Helga already knows what you're gonna say, she's gonna try and beat you to it, right?"

Arnold turned to glance up at Gerald. "What do you mean; 'beat me to it'?" he asked. Gerald gave him a disbelieving look. "It's Helga we're talking about! She'll say it first, if you're not fast enough. Promise me to be the first one to say it, or else I'll never let you live it down!"

Arnold chuckled again and nodded. "I got it. I wanna be the first one to say it too. I'm not gonna let Helga beat me this time around." He answered and turned to look towards the field, noticing that Jake was getting ready to throw the ball at Helga. Please don't get hurt… He prayed in his mind.

Jake's hand, which held the ball, went up to his chest, him preparing to throw. Helga bit at her lower lip, grabbed the bat a little tighter, before he threw the ball at her. For a second, she felt fear rushing through her at the almost dangerous ball getting closer and closer to her, but she shook the fear off and swung the bat.

The bat hit the ball with a loud clunk, sending it flying into the sky. "That's gonna be a home run!" Sid declared with big eyes and his mouth open. "Run, Helga!" Harold yelled, though Helga was already sprinting from the first to the second base. She kept her eyes on each base, focusing at one goal of the time, knowing that her team would tell her if the ball somehow ended up not being a home run.

"Oh, shit! Hurry!" Sid yelled, Helga knowing it meant the other players were ready to perhaps catch the ball at this point. Using the last drop of energy she had in her, she twisted her left foot beneath her right one, gliding towards the home plate. She felt her whole body landing on the dirt, but also her foot hitting the plate.

"Safe!" the umpire declared, causing Helga to sigh in relief. Her team started cheering for her, as she forced herself off the ground. As soon as started leaning on her left foot though, she cried out in pain and landed on her butt again.

Helga could hear her teammates call out to her, as she put her hand on her ankle as if that would make the pain go away. "You ok, Helga?" Arnold asked, as did a lot of the others. "Uh…" she started, as he sat down next to her. She started moving her ankle a little bit, checking how bad the pain was. "It's not even sprained. I just twisted it a little. It'll be ok after a couple of minutes."

Arnold smiled in relief and went to grab her waist. Having already foreseen his actions, Helga had lifted her left arm to put it over his shoulders. Together they got her standing up and Arnold helped her towards the bench, while the rest of the team watched them.

"There's seriously something going on between them." Sid declared with a crooked smile and crossed his arms. "I concur." Stinky added, earning a few nods from his peers. Gerald and Phoebe turned to smile at each other, so obviously happy for their best friends. They couldn't help but notice the seniors' rather extreme reaction to their current score though, especially Jake. He was almost fuming with anger. They were slightly worried, since it was Arnold's turn to bat next.

"I'm fine, football head, just focus on the game, ok?" Helga requested, as she was seated safely on the bench. "I have to win now. You got hurt in the process!" Arnold answered with a smug smile and crouched in front of her. She rolled her eyes, put her middle finger behind her thumb and flicked it across his forehead. "Go!" she ordered and pointed towards the field.

Arnold chuckled a bit before he stood up, turned around and ran towards his position. Helga shook her head in amusement. Boys… she chuckled inside her mind, but then sighed a little dreamily. But, oh, how I love this one…

As Arnold grabbed the bat, Helga turned to glance towards the seniors, at one particular senior, who looked like he was ready to murder someone. What the hell. It's just a baseball game. Sheesh, don't get your panties in a knot… I swear that if you heard my beloved, I will make you hang from Mighty Pete by your balls!

"You all right, Helga?" a female voice asked. Helga sighed a bit and turned to look at Phoebe, who sat down next to her. "Yeah, I'm fine, I just want us to win!"

"May I ask why you seem extra gung-ho about his particular game, Helga?" Phoebe asked curiously. Helga felt her cheeks blush a little, at the remembrance of Arnold's words a couple of days ago. "Oh… well, Arnold, he told me there was something he wanted to tell me… if we win that is."

"… Something?" Phoebe repeated, eyeing Helga's shy reaction a little. Helga turned to glance at her with a smile. "I… have a pretty good feeling in my heart, Phoebe, and I'm gonna follow it."

"Oh, Helga, that's wonderful! But what if we don't win?" Phoebe asked. "Oh, we're gonna win. No way in hell am I gonna let us lose. Even if I'm sitting on this bench, I'm doing whatever I can to make us win!" Helga announced and then turned her voice into a whisper. "Besides… since this whole blackmail thing is over, then if we do lose… I'll be the one to tell Arnold then."

"Oh, please, I know you, Helga… even if we do win this game, and Arnold will tell you about his feelings, then you'll say it first anyhow." Phoebe said, crossing her arms in an accusing way. Helga shrugged innocently. "Maybe… but, come on, that's fair, right? I've been waiting for this moment since I was three years old, damn it! I have the right to say it first!"

With this last statement, Helga turned to look at Arnold again, almost feeling as if getting religious all of a sudden. Oh, please, dear lord, let us win this… but even if we don't win, then I will just have to be the one to say it. I'm done waiting. I know what he's gonna say. Hell, he knows that I know! Why would I have to hide it?! The blackmail is over; it's officially not because of Aaron that I'm confessing to Arnold; it's because I want to.

With the mentioning of Aaron in her head, she turned to look up at the bleachers, where the audience was sitting. She found Aaron rather quickly, she knew where he was seated after all, and noticed that he was looking at her too. She was actually pretty sure, that she had heard him call her name, when she fell earlier. She lifted her hand and waved briefly at him, earning a smile and a wave from him.

"Strike!"

"What?!" Helga shrieked and turned to look at the field again, as Phoebe did too. Jake had just thrown his first ball at Arnold, Arnold missing it and the catcher grabbing the ball. "No!" Helga whispered in a frenzy and curled her hands into a pair of fists. I bet Jake made some kind of weird ball or something! Arnold, forget your dangerous lumber! Criminy!

Indeed Helga's assumption had been right; Arnold hadn't dared to swing the bat at the ball Jake had thrown, knowing far too well that with his dangerous lumber, that ball might even have killed someone! He tightened his grip around the bat and leaned forward a little again.

Jake smirked as he threw the ball again, having figured out Arnold's weakness. Arnold, yet again, didn't dare to swing the bat and the catcher caught the ball behind him. The umpire declared another strike and Helga screamed at him inside her head.

As if being able to hear her, Arnold turned to glance at Helga. He noticed the slightly panicked expression on her face. "Just swing, head boy!" she yelled with a scowl. He frowned a bit in discomfort and glanced towards his team players, who all agreed by nodding. "B-But - - "

"No buts! Forget your dangerous lumber and swing that fucking bat! Criminy!" Helga shouted, making the seniors start to banter a little at that new information. Arnold sighed at his teammates' encouragement. All right, you guys. Sorry to anyone I might hit.

Arnold took a deep breath and got in position again. Jake was still wearing a really smug smile on his lips as he swung his arm up in the air. With a powerful throw, the ball soared through the air, hitting the bat as Arnold swung.

The ball went flying up into the air, and Arnold threw the bat carelessly as he started to run. "Catch it, you bastards!" Jake yelled angrily, but most of the seniors were mostly trying to cover themselves, all of them now knowing of Arnold's dangerous lumber.

"Oh, come on! You scared of a little ball?!" Jake shouted in anger, noticing that Arnold was already leaving second base. "Go, Arnold!" Helga, out of many, shouted in the crowd. Jake turned to look at her, having noticed this blonde girl particularly through the game. She was loudmouthed and an annoyingly good batter and even pitcher. She noticed him looking at her, and without caring who might see her, she lifted her hand and flipped him off.

Jake gasped in anger and started growling at Helga's rotten, smug attitude, before he lifted his head to look at the ball. It was on its way down to the ground, very much near him. Helga noticed exactly that and turned to look at Arnold, who was running towards the home plate. "Run! There's no way Jake's skinny arms can catch that ball anyway!" she shouted in minor panic, even standing up from the bench, forgetting the slight pain she felt in her ankle.

Helga saw in the corner of her eye that Jake had been having his arm up in the air, ready to catch the ball, but was now glaring at her. "What the hell! My arms are not - - " he was interrupted, when the ball he should easily have been able to catch, landed on his head, while Arnold started to slide at the ground. It was as if everything went quiet, as it seemed that Jake had forgotten about the ball, and was now rubbing his head, and Arnold reached the home plate at the same time.

"Safe! The Juniors win!" the umpire declared. The whole field was quiet for a couple of seconds, everyone letting his words roam in their heads. "No!" Jake shouted angrily. "Yes!" Helga shouted right after, causing everyone to start cheering for the juniors.

"You bitch!" Jake shouted over the cheering at Helga, as he threw his glove at the ground. She kept cheering, as she listened to whatever childish rant he might be getting into. "That's not fair! You distracted me!"

"It's not fair to throw hardballs, almost trying to bean every single fucking batter on the field either, and it's your own fault for letting yourself get distracted in the first place! Bitch!" Helga shouted right back, earning a few laughs from some people in the audience.

Jake was seething with anger, but Helga didn't have time to notice that. She turned to look at Arnold and her teammates, as they were cheering together. "Come on, Helga!" Phoebe said cheerfully and snuck her arm around her waist.

Helga didn't even hobble as she and Phoebe went towards their peers. Arnold noticed them almost instantly. Wearing a big grin from one ear to the other, he took a couple of steps towards them. Phoebe instantly let go off Helga, knowing that Arnold would wrap his arms around her waist.

"We won!" they shrieked in unison, as Arnold lifted Helga up from the ground and swung her around. She laughed happily, as he put her down again. "You did it!" she announced happily, almost bouncing a little on her feet, feeling the pain sting only the tiniest bit. "We all did it!" he corrected with an equally happy smile.

Helga giggled for a second, but then went quiet. Before Arnold could question the somehow odd smile on her face, she grabbed his collar and clashed her lips against his. He gasped into her mouth; his eyes going wide and his grip around her waist loosen in shock.

It was only their teammates, who was obviously dumbfounded about the sudden and very passionate kiss. The audience barely noticed, not knowing Helga and Arnold all that well anyhow, so why would they be shocked? Only Aaron, who knew both blondes rather well, started hollering even louder.

Helga slowly removed her lips from Arnold's, gazing into his eyes in a dreamy way. He kept gawking at her, trying to comprehend that she had just kissed him! Helga had just kissed him! He was just about to smile, when he noticed the sudden panicked look on her face.

Helga hadn't planned to do what she had just done, it just happened, and she didn't realize what she was doing until her lips had let go of Arnold's. She removed her hands from his shoulders and covered her mouth in shock with the both of them.

"I'm sorry!" Helga spoke in a muffled voice, earning some confused stares from her teammates. Phoebe and Gerald were both ready to interfere, if she suddenly got cold feet, but she continued talking before they could do anything. "I'm so sorry; I-I had no idea where that came from. I - - "

Before Helga could say anymore, Arnold grabbed her wrists and removed her hands from her mouth. Within a second, his lips was devouring hers, almost as if her lips had become the only sort of air he could breath, and he would have died if he didn't taste her lips again.

It was Helga's turn to stare in disbelief at Arnold's eyelids, while their peers started to shake their heads, trying to comprehend the really odd situation. Arnold's lips slowly let go off Helga's, her lips actually following his for a little bit, before she shook her head and leaned back.

"Don't apologize." Arnold then said, wearing a big smile on his face, panting a little bit from his heart beating from the excitement. Helga kept staring at him for a couple of seconds, as she slowly started to smile. Then she rolled her eyes dramatically. "All right, I'll never apologize again in my whole life." She announced.

Despite the obvious confusion in their peers, they all laughed at Helga's joke. She chuckled too along with Arnold, who kept gazing in her eyes. She could feel her whole body getting warm, at seeing him look at her in the way she had always dreamed of.

"That fucking, cheating bitch…" Jake growled yet again at one of the other boys on his team, still feeling the lump on his head. "You're lucky though; if that ball had hit your head directly, you would've been on your way to the hospital right about now." The boy pointed out, not feeling nearly as bad about the loss as Jake did.

Jake cocked an eyebrow at that statement. "Yeah, right. It might make me pass out for a second, but I wouldn't have had to go to the hospital." He answered and looked down at the ball he had been hit by. The ball he could've caught easily if that blonde bitch hadn't distracted him!

"You wanna bet?" the boy asked him with a laugh, knowing that for example a line drive could knock anyone out. Jake crouched next to the baseball, picked it up and threw it a little up in the air. He turned to smirk at his friend, who frowned at Jake's actions. "I'll take that bet."

At the meantime, the junior team had no clue to what kind of situation they would get into in a few seconds. They were all still cheering and celebrating with laughs and sharing their views of the game with each other.

Arnold and Helga kept holding each other as they celebrated with the gang, but soon Arnold turned her around a little, making her face him. "Helga… I believe there was something I wanted to tell you after the game." He pointed out.

"Oh, yeah, I think you said something like that. So, what is it?" Helga asked and shifted a little on her feet. Arnold kept smiling at her, hoping she indeed would let him say it without interrupting him. "You probably already have a clue to what I'll say, but I'll say it properly." He began with a shy edge to his voice.

Arnold started looking over her shoulder rather than her in shyness, noticing Jake and his friends standing in the middle of the field. Jake was currently holding a bat and just threw the ball up into the air. Arnold frowned a little, wondering what was going on, but as the ball fell down from the air, he realized what was about to happen.

Helga was frowning at Arnold's hesitation. "Arnold? Is something wrong?" was all she got to say, before he grabbed her head. "Helga!" he shouted in a panic, making her shriek as he twisted both of them around, switching places with her.

Helga opened her eyes and looked into Arnold's eyes as a loud crack was heard. "Arnold!" she shrieked as she saw his eyes flick in an inhuman way and he started leaning against her. "Arnold!" she shouted again, grabbed his shoulders and tried to steady him. Rather than standing up straight again, he started falling backwards, her not able to grab him before his whole body fell to the ground, his head hitting the corner of the home plate.

"Arnold!" Helga shouted again, barely hearing that everyone else was also gasping, calling his name and was now standing around him. She fell to her knees in front of him and lifted his head up. "Arnold, wake up!" she begged as she shook him. She went to grab the back of his head, but as she was about to lift it up, she felt something warm and liquid against her hand.

In complete fright, Helga removed her hand from Arnold's head and looked at her now bloody hand. Everyone around her was gasping, calling out Arnold's name and the audience was even starting to shout too.

Helga's hand started shaking, as she went to pull her pink ribbon out of her hair. She pulled it out roughly, not caring that her hair now looked like a bird's nest and went to wrap it around Arnold's head to stop the bleeding.

"Call an ambulance, you idiots!" Helga shrieked to no one in particular. She felt tears about to stream down her eyes, as Lila crouched down on the other side of Arnold. Helga stepped back a little, knowing that Lila planned to become a nurse. She entrusted Arnold completely to her, as she let Phoebe help her standing up again.

Helga was still sobbing a little in terror, as a thought occurred to her. Going quiet, she looked up towards the field, noticing one of the senior boys shouting at Jake. "What the fuck were you thinking, you psychopath?!" the boy shouted.

Helga put two and two together, and then she pushed Phoebe away from her. "You bastard!" she roared and started jogging towards Jake who, of course like everyone else, heard her ear-piercing scream. He turned around to look at her, panic in his eyes. He obviously didn't think that this would have been the outcome of what he had done, but she didn't care about his intentions.

Helga lifted her arm and punched Jake in the face, causing him to fall backwards onto the grass. "I'll kill you!" she shouted and was about to attack him again, but felt two arms wrap around each of her own. "I'll fucking kill you!"

Helga heard Phoebe and Gerald call her name behind her, trying to calm her down, but she was thrashing around like a wild beast in their arms. Her ponytail was getting looser and looser as she lashed around, making her look like some sort of untamed lion, ready to attack anyone who stood in her way.

"Let me go! I'll kill him! I'll crack his fucking skull open!" Helga shouted in less anger and more sadness this time, before she finally just gasped and fell to her knees. Gerald and Phoebe kept looking at her, as her hair hid her crying face from the world. They slowly let go off her arms and she let them fall to the grass beneath her. Her whole body was shaking in anger, fright and distress.

Phoebe sat down next to Helga, wrapped her arms around her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her, while Gerald started walking towards Jake, who could barely stand up in shock. Gerald grabbed his collar and pulled him threateningly closer to him. "What… the fuck… do you think you're doing?"

Jake gasped a little, his heart beating rapidly against Gerald's hand. "I-I didn't think he'd actually pass out! Not like this, honestly!" he answered, earning nothing but a violent shake from Gerald. "I don't fucking care about your intentions! You threw a fucking baseball at my best friend! He's bleeding and needs medical treatment, just because you didn't like losing! You'd better feel lucky, because if Helga and I had been alone with you… then I wouldn't have held her back."

Gerald then let go off Jake's collar, and pushed him roughly at the ground before he turned around to Helga and Phoebe again. He crouched down in front of Helga, and laid his hands on her cheeks, pulling her face up so she was looking at him. "Hey… I'm starting to seriously consider your suggestion about killing him, but right now we need to help Arnold… ok?"

Helga had hate soaring in her eyes. She was obviously still furious, shaking with anger, as she started to glance in Jake's direction. After a few seconds, she turned to look at Gerald again and nodded. "O-Ok…" she answered and turned to look at Phoebe. "Mind helping me up?"

Phoebe nodded and started pulling herself and Helga up from the ground. Gerald followed suit and supported Helga too, while he kept glaring in Jake's direction. "I-I really am sorry! I regret it! Seriously!" he yelled at them, one last attempt at apologizing.

Helga stopped walking, making Phoebe and Gerald nervous about what she'd do. In less than two seconds, she had bend down beneath their arms, turned around, lifted her leg and then kicked at Jake's crotch. He fell to the ground, holding his scrotum in both of his hands, and crying in agony.

"And what do you regret exactly?! Not hitting properly, since you were obviously aiming at me?! You regretting, because you know that I will fucking murder you after this?!" she asked, but he just kept moaning in pain. "Oh, stop whining!"

Helga then turned around and got in-between Gerald and Phoebe again. As if being robots, they simply put their arms over her shoulders again, supporting her as they went towards their peers. None of them could bring themselves to feel sorry for Jake. "I just called an ambulance. I have them on speed dial." Eugene yelled.

"I would've laughed at Eugene having 911 as speed dial if this situation wasn't so unfunny…" Helga muttered with a light sob. Gerald and Phoebe couldn't help but smile a little at that. They knew how worried she was; they were too, of course, but it was good to see that she hadn't lost her mind completely.

"There it is! The ambulance!" Rhonda yelled, as she pointed towards the street. Her peers glanced in the direction she was pointing and surely enough, an ambulance had just parked on the street. Helga turned her head around again to look down at Arnold. He was still unconscious, but the bleeding had stopped at this point.

"Here." Lila said in a small voice, as she started to untie the ribbon around Arnold's head. She extended her hand and Helga grabbed the ribbon. As she eyed it, she started frowning and looking at Lila with tears in the corner of her eyes. "That's a lot of blood…"

"He's going to be fine, Helga." Aaron said, starting to rub Helga's shoulder. She turned to glance at him as he pulled her up. "How do you know that?" she asked, as they walked to the side, making room for the ambulance people. "After everything he went through in San Lorenzo, you think this is gonna get him? Come on." He answered with a small smile, doing his best to soothe her.

Helga smiled a little at Aaron's attempt at calming her down. In a way, it had worked, at least until the ambulance people started pulling Arnold onto a stretcher. She could almost feel her heart tear at the thought of him going alone. "A-Any chance someone can come along?" she asked, taking a couple of steps towards them.

"There's only room for one of you kids." one of them answered, as they kept on walking. "Oh… th-then, Gerald would you like to go?" Helga asked, though she wanted to go herself. She just figured that Gerald was his best friend; perhaps it would be better if he went along.

Gerald shook his head though. "No way. You go, Helga." He answered and put a hand on her shoulder. "What? B-But, what about you, Aaron, you're his cousin?" she asked him and turned around to look at him, seeing that he was shaking his head too. "You should go, Helga." He answered as both boys started pushing at her back.

Helga took a couple of insecure steps, before she started running towards the ambulance. Before she hopped in, she turned around. "Thank you!" she said gratefully, knowing very well they had seen through her and then jumped into the ambulance by the help of one of the ambulance people. The doors closed behind her and then the ambulance drove off.

"What's the plan?" Phoebe asked Gerald, everyone listening to what his reply would be. He looked pensive for a second, but then frowned at his friends. "Of course we're all going too! Except you, Aaron." He answered and turned to look at him. Aaron was obviously about to disagree, but didn't get the chance to before Gerald spoke again. "You're going home to the boarding house to tell Stella, Miles, Phil and Gertie about what happened. Then you can all drive to the hospital together."

Aaron nodded in agreement, and didn't even wait for anyone else to say something, before he started running. "Ok, everyone, get your bikes or cars. We're going to Hillwood Hospital right now." Gerald said. Everyone nodded at him before they went towards their transportation.

"Come on, Phoebs, we'll take my car." Gerald said and pulled the keys out of his pocket. Phoebe nodded in agreement, and as they ran towards it, she couldn't help but wonder how Helga must have felt at this very moment. She knew that if it had been Gerald in that ambulance, she would've been close to cry and perhaps never stopping.

Much like Phoebe's assumptions, Helga was currently in the ambulance, watching as people treated Arnold the best they could. She could feel her body shake, and she just fought with all of her might not to try cry. At least not to cry loudly, so she wouldn't disturb them.

Please help him… Please be ok… Arnold, please… You didn't even get to tell me, what you wanted to say! You have to be ok… or else I'll never hear you say it, and… and I'll never be able to answer you. Please, dear God, help Arnold… I'll do anything. To hell with the one being first to say it, I just want to hear him say it! Please help him! Please!

Author's 2nd note: Sorry… S-Seriously, I am really sorry. It's a cruel place to end it. Please don't hate me! I'll update as soon as possible! Will still probably be tomorrow as always though… I'm sorry! xD

And to anyone being a little skeptical about the ball hitting Jake and Arnold, but only Arnold passing out (he starts bleeding because his head hits the corner of the home plate). There's a huge difference between a ball having been in the air and then falling down, to one hitting you in the back of your head at full force from a bat.

I googled it. A 'line drive' (a ball being hit by a bat and flying in a straight line into one's head) can be pretty serious; a lot of pitchers have suffered from it apparently. Again, I know nothing about baseball, it's not exactly an all that popular sport in Denmark xD Then again, I know shit about soccer and that's our national sport, if we have any xD