Why, hello there, my fellow readers!
I'm really happy to unveil my newest story, and I REALLY hope you like it! I worked pretty hard on the first chapter, and I will warn you, there might be some swearing in this story, but it's not like you'll care, right? :3
So, what if SAM had saved FREDDIE instead of FREDDIE saving CARLY, hmm? Here's MY idea.
DISCLAIMER: I don't think I own iCarly. If I do, however, tell me ASAP. I need to make some Seddieful episodes! :)
We just were crossing the street to do an iCarly bit. Carly was already on the other side, but Sam and I were still crossing. Suddenly Carly screamed "FREDDIE! LOOK OUT!" I turned around quickly. A big truck was coming straight at me.
I stood in the road, frozen with fear. All of a sudden, someone pushed me out of the way of the truck. I fell down at the side of the road and covered my head with my hands. Then I heard a crack, followed by deafening screaming. That's when I blacked out.
"Freddie! Freddie! Are you okay?" Someone was shaking me.
"What? I'm fine…" I opened my eyes and sat up. Carly stood above me, crying her eyes out. I stood up. "Carly! What happened?"
"S-Sam…" Carly choked out. "…got hit!"
I turned around. Sam was lying in the road in a pool of blood, nearly lifeless. I ran into the road and grabbed her wrist, checking her pulse. She was still alive, thank God. "Call the hospital!" I screamed. "HURRY!"
Before long, me, Sam and Carly were being driven to the hospital in the back of an ambulance. Sam was still unconscious, which worried me.
She'll be okay, I told myself. She'll be fine. But to be honest, I wasn't so sure.
Tears slid down Carly's cheeks. "I wish it was me that had gotten hit, not her," she cried. "She doesn't deserve this…"
"How did it even happen?" I asked.
"You don't remember?"
"No."
"Well, you were walking across the street… and…" Carly trailed off.
"And what?" I prompted.
"And she saw the truck coming at you, so she pushed you out of the way, but then she fell…"
I stared at Carly, my lips parted slightly. Why would she save me? She hates me.
I stayed silent for the rest of the trip. When we finally arrived at the hospital, I was relieved. The paramedics wheeled Sam into the emergency room, while Carly and I stayed in the waiting room.
"Carly texted me to come here, what happened?" I heard Spencer's voice and turned around. Spencer was running toward us.
"Freddie and Sam were crossing the street, and… Freddie didn't see the truck coming, so Sam pushed him out of the way, but then she got hit…" Carly mumbled.
"Is Sam going to be alright?" Spencer asked, concern darkening his eyes.
"I don't know!" Carly started to cry again.
After about thirty long, emotional minutes, a doctor emerged from the emergency room doors.
"Sam is going to be fine," he said. "The injuries looked bad at first, but we got her all cleaned up. She was really lucky. She didn't even need stitches."
Carly sighed in relief. "Can we go see her?"
"Well, yes, but I should warn you, she has short term memory loss, and she might not remember you at first. Her memory should come back in a short period of time, though."
"She won't remember me?" Carly's face fell.
"She will eventually, don't worry." The doctor led the way to Sam's room. When we got inside, my heart dropped when I saw Sam. She had bandages wrapped around her head, and one of her arms and legs were each in a cast, one blue and one red. A nurse was by her side holding one of those oxygen masks over Sam's mouth and nose.
"When she wakes up she can take the mask off," the nurse said to the doctor. Then she turned to us. "If there's any trouble, just page us," she whispered. Then they left.
"Oh my God…" Carly put a hand on Sam's arm cast. "I've never seen her like this. She looks so broken…"
"Hey, I'm hungry. I'm going to the cafeteria." Spencer started to leave.
"I'd better go with him. You know, to make sure he doesn't… set anything on fire. You stay here with Sam. Text me if she wakes up." Carly left with Spencer.
"Will do," I said to myself after Carly and Spencer were gone. I stepped closer to Sam's bed and reached out to touch her shoulder, being careful not to wake her up.
Sam trembled a little at my touch, but she didn't open her eyes.
I sighed and whispered, "I'm so sorry about this. If I could switch places with you I would." I don't know why I did it (probably guilt), but then I bent down and kissed Sam on her cheek.
Sam stiffened and her eyes shot open. She pulled the oxygen mask off her face and threw it to the ground, then stared up at me.
"Who the hell are you? And where am I?" Sam screeched at me. She tried to lift her broken arm, but then cried out in pain.
I put my hand over her lips to keep her quiet. "Shhh, relax. It's me, Freddie Benson. And you're in the hospital." I took my hand off her mouth.
Sam blinked in confusion, then muttered, "If my arm wasn't killing me, I'd punch your face in."
"Yeah, that's cool. My face pretty much deserves to be punched in. It's my fault you're here."
Sam frowned, then looked down at her wrapped-up arm and leg. "What did you do to me?" she gasped.
I put my hand on her mouth again. "We were crossing the street… and a truck came and I didn't see it, and you pushed me out of the way… but then you fell, and the truck hit you. You saved my life."
Sam used her left hand (the unbroken one) to take my hand off her mouth. "I saved you?" she whispered. Her voice seemed unusually soft and concerned.
"Yeah, it was really brave of you. I don't know how I can thank you…"
Sam blinked, then smiled at me. "All you have to do is say it, Fredweird. And maybe bake me a pie or something. So… where's Carly?"
So I guess she did have short-term memory loss. Really short term memory loss.
After I texted Carly and told her Sam had woken up, she came up almost immediately to visit with Sam. I just sat by the window in a little rocking chair, watching them talk. Although Sam seemed really engaged in the conversation, she kept glancing over at me with some sort of emotion clouding her eyes, but I couldn't tell exactly what it was. She could be sad because she was trapped in the hospital. Or maybe she was happy that we had come to visit her? Then my heart skipped a beat when I realized another option.
She probably hates me because I kissed her on the cheek.
I mean, yeah, she hated me before, but she probably feels such deep hatred now that she'll turn into that one guy from Paranormal Activity and kill me.
But maybe she doesn't hate me? Heck, she could even like me for it… yeah, like that would happen. She'd rather pull out all her teeth and cut off her tongue than even think of dating me.
Or maybe she's just confused… like me. Maybe she just doesn't know what to think of what I did. I don't really know what to think either.
"Oh, man!" Spencer suddenly shouted. "I forgot to go pick up the eggnog at DairyMart! Uh… I'll come pick you guys up later!" Then he bolted out of the hospital room.
"Wait, what? Spencer, stop! You're not buying another carton of eggnog! It makes you gassy!" Carly screamed, following Spencer out of the room.
I chuckled. Sam laughed a little, too. I walked over to the bed and stood beside it. Sam raised her head and stared at me.
"What do you want, Benson?"
I just stood over her, just about as frozen as an ice sculpture. What am I supposed to say?
"Well?"
"Do you hate me?" I blurted out. Then I mentally slapped myself in the face for letting out such a stupid outburst.
Sam looked down at her hands, then mumbled something I couldn't understand.
"What?" I frowned, and my eyebrows twisted into a confused expression.
"Look, I don't know, okay?" Sam snapped at me. But she didn't sound mean, just a little bit sad. "I just don't know. If I really, truly hated you, I probably wouldn't have saved you. There. I said it. Happy?" She attempted to cross her arms, but her cast kind of got in the way.
"So… you don't hate me. Okay…" I sat down on the foot of the hospital bed and stared down at my thumbs.
"No, I don't really hate you…" Sam said quietly. "But I do have to ask you something, too."
My heart stopped, and I broke into a cold sweat. "Uh… what?"
Sam looked down at her blue arm cast, then whispered, "Why'd you kiss me?"
I widened my eyes. "Um…"
Well, this was just great. The one question I had prayed she wouldn't ask. And now I was gonna have to answer it.
Oh, shit.
See? I warned you there would be some swearing, and there was. Which just goes to show that... I DON'T LIE! Just kidding, maybe I do. Sometimes... O_o
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