A/N: I am so sorry for not updating, I've been very busy. I haven't updated iGet A Child yet, but I will soon. I just really wanted to do this because the idea was just too beautiful to push to the side. Some may seem out of character, but it's not like I'm the first one to do that. Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I am not the director, producer, or anything that has to do with iCarly. Although, I am part of two fandoms so.. I guess I am part of iCarly in way a way… kinda… sorta… no.
Freddie's POV:
"Are you serious?" snapped the girl. Her ocean blue eyes starred deep into my brown, narrowing, going from the calm soothing colors of the deep blue, into what makes the ocean truly terrifying. The ocean in her eyes froze; giving me chills, and like many out on the sea during a terrible storm, scared me to death. Still, I had to be strong.
"I'm dead serious! Carly cares about me!" I snapped back. She was still starring me in the eyes. Her frozen ocean broke when those last four words came out. Shit.
"And what? I don't care about you? Is that what you think?" her voice was shaky, her ocean started to flood. I can't believe I made her cry. Sam Puckett is crying, because of me.
"Sam…" I tried to comfort her.
"No! Don't touch me," a flash of blonde curls went through my doorway. I heard the loud thud of my front door as she slammed it shut, leaving only the three words I always dreaded to hear coming from her towards me lingering in the air. Why did I say that? Of course she cared about me, if she didn't then she wouldn't have given me a teddy bear when I had the flu last month. I turned towards my bed. And there it was the teddy bear. The thing I kept by my side because Sam couldn't be there because my mother, although seemed to have hated her, didn't want her to also get sick.
I picked it up and held it close. What am I still doing here? I should be chasing after her. I left my bedroom only to find my mother in front of me, tears fighting to slide down her cheeks.
"Mom, what is it?"
"There was an accident honey, a terrible one. S-S-S-Samantha was in it. She's hurt Freddie." The tears won, now they were racing each other down my mother's cheeks, taking her eye make-up with them. The tears started to get ready for the race down my cheeks now.
"No, that can't be. She only left five minutes ago!"
"Honey, she is a fast runner. You should know, you've been chasing her for how long now? Anyway, she ran out into traffic and got hit by a car. Luckily, someone called the hospital right away and she's on her way now." Her voice was calmer. Maybe she's just looking on the bright side right now, for me. Still, the tears were racing down my cheeks now.
"Let's go."
How could I have let her go? Why didn't I chase after her? She would've been safe with me instead of heading towards the hospital right now. I would be holding her in my arms as she would try to get away, which would only make me hold her tighter. Pulling her into my chest and let her soak my shirt with her tears. I would be apologizing for how big of a jerk I was, and tell her how I wouldn't blame her if she didn't forgive me. I would loosen her just ever so slightly so she could look at me, and before she speaks I would kiss her. It would be soft, comforting. Letting her know how truly sorry I am. To my surprise she would kiss me back. The kiss will break and I would look her in the eyes and wipe away her tears and kiss her forehead. Then we would head back to my apartment, but I didn't chase after her. I stayed put. How fucking stupid could I possibly be?
We arrived at the hospital. Mine and my mother's faces were stained with tears. I sat down and she went to talk to the lady at the desk. The place was just too white. The floor, the ceiling, the walls, the doctors outfits, just everything. The lights were too bright and gave me a headache. I searched the room for something soothing and my eyes landed on this little girl. Her hair was blonde, curly. She was dressed in khaki shorts, sneakers, and a stripped yellow shirt. She looked at me, her eyes: ocean blue. I looked at what she looked up from, it was a MMA magazine. My tears were no longer holding back, they were racer each other at top speed. She reminded me too much of Sam a few years ago. When she wasn't in the hospital. The little girl looked away and went back to reading the magazine.
My mom came back and told me that she was in surgery. If I would've just ran after her, she wouldn't be in surgery right now, she would be at home with me. Safe and sound. But of course like an idiot, I didn't chase her.
Time passed and it was already past midnight. Carly had arrived shortly after she had gotten the news from my mother about Sam. Spencer came with her. The little girl that reminded me of Sam had fallen asleep on her mother. I'm surprised they hadn't left yet. We all waited in silence. She's going to be okay. Of course she is, she's Sam. She can make it through anything. Eventually Carly broke. She burst into tears that she had been holding back for the past few hours. Spencer tried comforting her, but it was no use.
"What are they doing? What's taking them so long? Shouldn't they be done by now?"
"I don't know, just calm-"
"Don't tell me to calm down! How can you all be calm? Sam is in surgery right now! For all we know she could be dead!" the little girl had stared to awaken and the mother was giving us looks to be quiet, but what Carly had said made me snap.
"Carly! Don't fucking say that! She is not dead! She is Sam fucking Puckett, she makes it through everything!"
"Fredward Benson!" my mom gave me a look.
"Sorry…"
Just then a man in a white coat came down the hall into the waiting room.
"Samantha Puckett's guardian?" he asked.
I stood up; he gave me a weird look. "How is she? Is she okay?"
"She's fine. Are you her guardian?"
"No, I'm her boyfriend."
"Oh, are you Freddie?"
"Yes."
"She's been asking for you. Come this way." He led me down the hall. We turned a couple of corners until we stopped in front of a door. "Go right in, she's sleeping now, but you can still see her."
I gave him a smile and he walked away. I entered the room. There she was, in the middle of the room on the bed, all bandaged up. She wouldn't have been like this if I just had ran after her. I walked over to her. She looked so peaceful though. I sat down on the chair beside her bed and grabbed her hand. Here come the tears.
"I'm so sorry Sam. I-I-I love you." I brought her hand to my lips, pressing them against the back of her hand. Her soft skin made the butterflies in my stomach go nuts. I felt the grip on my hand tighten. I looked at her, her eyes started to flutter. She was waking up.
Her eyes opened and the grip on my hand tightened even more. She kept squeezing my hand until it started to get tingly. She moaned. She started to slightly kick her legs, her other hand gripping onto the bed. She groaned and moved her head to the side. She kept moving her head from side to side and eventually cried out in pain. Her grip tightened even more.
"Sam! Sam! Sam! Baby look at me, look at me!" she actually listened. Even in her eyes you could tell she's hurt. "What's wrong?"
"There's… There's… things…everywhere and they're…OW.. biting me!" she started to wipe the 'things' off and screamed. "They won't get off! They won't get off!" Where's the doctor!
"Okay, I'll help, I'll help!" I started to 'wipe' the 'things' off.
"Good! Good! They're coming off now!" even with the great news she started wiping them away faster. Finally the doctor came in.
"What's going on?"
"What's going on? Oh, I don't know, just some fucking things were trying to fucking eat me!" Sam yelled at the doctor.
"What 'things'?"
"I don't fucking know! And how come it's so fucking loud in hear?"
"Sam, it's completely quiet…" I answered her.
"It-it-it is…?"
"Yes." The doctor tried stepping closer, and with the sudden movement she grabbed a needle and pointed it to her heart.
"Don'..Closer."
The doctor put his arms up in defeat and took a couple steps back.
"Sam, what are you doing?" she looked at me and loosened her grip on the needle. She looked so innocent.
"…huh?" she looked down, saw the needle pointed at her and dropped it. She looked terrified. I grabbed it off her and put it away.
"Why did I have that Freddie?" her eyes were starting to fill with tears.
"I-I-I-I don't know Samantha."
"Don'., Frednub."
"But, sweetie you always let me call you that." She giggled.
"Oh, sorry baby"
"Excuse me, Freddie? I need to speak with you outside." I got up and stepped outside of the room with the doctor.
"What is it?"
"I believe Samantha-"
"Sam,"
"Sam has brain damage."
"WHAT!"
"I'm not too sure, it could be something el-"
"How can you not be fucking sure! You're the fucking doctor, you need to fucking know!"
"Calm do-"
"Don't fucking tell me to calm down! You're the dumbass who doesn't even fucking know if my girlfriend has some kind of fucking brain damage!"
"Freddie, I'm going to run some tests and I'll be able to tell by tomorrow." I was still angry; this dipthong couldn't even think to check if anything had happened to her brain. I looked at her through the window on the door. She looked scared. She was moving towards one side of the bed, it seemed like she was trying to get away from something. She called my name, I ran inside.
"What? What is it?"
She pointed to the corner. "There. There's something there!"
I looked, there was nothing there. It was a bit darker there, so I decided to turn on the light. The room illuminated with light and Sam was crying. I walked over to her.
"Sam, why are you crying?"
"You think I'm crazy, don't you?"
"No! I don't!"
"The doctor does! I'm not though, Freddie. I'm not crazy." She kept crying. I took her into my arms and held her tight. Her tears: soaking my shirt. If only I did this before the accident. I should've chased after her. I loosened my grip on her and kissed her. I broke the kiss and kissed her bandages. I kissed each and every scratch and bruise.
"Is that better?" her crying at slowed down and she nodded.
"I love you Freddie," she whispered.
"I love you too Sam," I whispered back. "I have to go, though."
"No! Don't leave me with the monsters.." she whispered the last part. She really seemed scared and I couldn't bear to leave her like that.
"Okay, I'll see if I can stay." She smiled and I went to go talk to the doctor. He said it was fine, and I texted my mother and told her I was staying with Sam.