"I'd take a million shots, if the love of my life remained unharmed."
"FREDDIE!" was the last thing Fredward Benson heard before slipping into darkness, a sharp pain coursing through his side. He was awoken hours later to a bright light and white walls. A hospital. He thought as he looked around, refraining from movement for the very opening eyes was difficult. "Freddie? You awake?" said a small voice from the room door. Freddie shut his eyes. Samantha Puckett entered the room without a second thought, sitting by the boy in the hospital bed. "Freddie? If you can hear me…it's Sam." She started, awkwardly grabbing his hand to somehow make her presence known by the pain stricken person beside her. "Gosh, this is my entire fault…" he heard her mutter under her breath. "Okay. First of all, I just wanna say…how was I supposed to know Gibby would bring a gun to school, better yet point it at me…you-you didn't have to block the shot." She whispered, a stray tear slipping out of her crystal eyes as she tugged on a strand of blond hair. Freddie's brain repeated what had happened only a while ago.
"Gibby, what are you doing?" Sam asked, backing herself against the row of lockers behind her. Gibby chuckled with a menacing look in his eyes, a look no one knew such a boy was capable of. "I'm ending it." He said finally, cocking the gun. "E-Ending what?" Sam stuttered as a crowd of students formed. Freddie and Carly Shay pushed through the crowd. "What's going on?" Carly demanded. A girl pointed towards the center of the circle. "Sam!" Freddie and Carly screamed in unison. Gibby growled, preparing to shoot Sam. "Shut up!" he roared. "I'm ending her torment, I'm ending her tyranny! I'm saving us all! You should be grateful." He pulled the trigger, and the rest was a blur.
Freddie let out a sigh, startling Sam. "Freddie, are you okay?" she asked, Carly and Spencer rushed into the room, Mrs. Benson following in with a teddy bear soon after. "I'm fine." He answered his voice hoarse. "It just hurts to…well, everything." Sam chuckled humorlessly at his side. Freddie looked over at her, her appearance was terrible. She appeared to have been crying, her hair was all over the place and her eyes were bloodshot, but she was still beautiful. He tightened his grip on her hand. "Thank you." She smiled despite herself, kissing him on the cheek. "But it was still nubbish of you to take the shot." Freddie smiled. "I'd take a million shots if it meant the love of my life remained unharmed." Sam blushed planting a chaste kiss on his lips. Yeah, it was definitely worth it.
A/N: This is my first story and I'm quite proud of how it came out. I've never actually written anything like this before. I'm usually all humor/romance but, meh. :P R&R
