My turn to care for you
by NihilisticAmbition313
Disclaimer: Don't own
A/N: This will be a Creddie. You've been warned.
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Prologue
She lay unconscious in the hospital bed, hooked up to any number of IV's and machines. Her body was in terrible shape, with broken bones and bruises all over. If the horrific car accident had happened even the slightest bit differently, she would have died. She was spared however, having survived emergency surgery and intensive care. She was moved to another unit, where a black haired boy sat patiently by her bedside.
He had been there for what seemed like an eternity, and he was not intent on moving until she regained consciousness. He held her hand , as if to let her know through her lifeless state that he was there and would remain there. The boy hadn't so much as afforded himself the luxury of a meal for almost two days since she was moved to her new unit. He was a silent, unwavering sentinel with no regard for anything outside the radius of the unit.
"Freddie?"
The boy heard the voice, but did not acknowledge it.
The blonde girl who spoke cautiously approached Freddie.
"You're still here." she stated more than asked
"...Where else would I be?" Freddie said in a half-whisper
"...Nowhere I guess."
The blonde pulled a chair from across the room and sat beside Freddie.
"...You look like you're about to collapse from fatigue."
"I'm fine Sam." Freddie grumbled, not even so much as looking Sam's way
Sam was caught off guard by the booming sound of Freddie's empty stomach roaring it's anger at him.
"Whoa...Dude, when's the last time you ate?"
"...Two days I guess."
"Oh, no. You gotta eat man, you know that."
"I don't care about that."
"I do. I'm going down to grab you something. My treat."
"Whatever..."
Freddie hadn't been accustomed to Sam actually being nice to him, as they were normally at odds. But Sam did consider Freddie a friend, and she intended on being compassionate in his time of despair.
Sam took her leave, leaving Freddie all alone with the brunette in the bed.
It was all Freddie could do to not break down as he caressed the brunette's hand with his thumb...
"Freddie, I'm back."
"..."
He didn't acknowledge the voice, and didn't turn when the voice carrier sat next to him.
"...Everything's gonna be alright."
"..."
"You know, she's lucky to-"
"Could you just not talk, Carly?" Freddie silently snapped
"...I'm sorry."
"...Mom..."
Freddie looked over Marissa Benson's bruised and battered body and felt a lump form in his throat.
