iLost My Voice
Summary: Freddie's sick and needs some TLC from a certain brunette.
AN: Just a short little one-shot I wrote to mark the last Creddie Friday before the finale airs. Please enjoy.
Disclaimer: I still don't own iCarly, any of the episodes or any of the characters.
It had been a bad few days for Freddie Benson; the brown-haired teen had been feeling ill all week and by Friday night his voice had completely gone, much to Sam's delight as she said she no longer had to listen to him. His ailment didn't stop her from threatening him with bodily harm if he didn't show for iCarly, however so the tech producer struggled across the hallway to the Shay apartment and joined the girls in the studio ready for the show.
Carly noted with concern the pale, clammy look to his skin but her enquiry about his health was answered with only a little nod of his head. With difficulty he lifted his camera onto his left shoulder and trained it on the co-stars before raising his right hand towards them with his fingers spread apart. His little finger curled into his palm before he repeated the process with his ring finger, then his thumb. Finally he lowered his middle finger and pointed towards the girls with his index finger.
The show went well, though Carly was noticeably less bubbly than usual and struggled to keep the worry from her eyes whenever she looked in his direction. Finally they signed off, the girls high-fived and Sam declared that she was going to celebrate by raiding the fridge for any leftover ham.
"Are you sure you're ok?" the brunette asked her tech producer as he set the camera down on his cart with a little wince. He nodded but failed to convince her. "Come with me" she ordered and seized his wrist, dragging him out of the studio.
The brown-haired pair reached Carly's bedroom on the floor below. The younger Shay pulled back the duvet and pointed to the bed.
"In," she instructed, releasing Freddie's wrist; he kicked off his shoes and complied with a questioning look, which she answered by tucking him up snuggly in the bed. "I'll be back," she whispered and smiled at him.
Carly nipped downstairs; true enough Sam was busy devouring a plateful of ham while Spencer ran around the room screaming and waving a burning screwdriver. She shook her head at her older brother's antics and boiled the kettle, reaching into the cupboard for some cocoa as she waited for the water to be ready. When it had boiled she finished preparing the drink and carefully made her way back up to her room; Freddie wriggled into a sitting position when he saw her, complete with a radiant smile reserved just for him.
"Here," she said, handing him the mug. He smiled gratefully and took a sip of the hot drink.
The girl sat on the edge of the bed and watched while he drained his drink; he handed her the empty mug and snuggled back down into the bed. She felt his skin and noted it felt drier; some colour was also returning to his face.
Carly got up to leave but stopped in her tracks as she heard Freddie croak out four words; she was sure she'd heard right so she didn't ask him to repeat them. Instead she leaned over him and kissed his forehead tenderly before parting with a brief reply.
"I love you too Freddie."