Hey guys. This is my new chapter fanfic, I really hope you like it. And I promise I won't take forever to update (like it did for my last multiple chapter fanfics, which I apologize for) and I love the plot of this story, and I especially love the ending.

Disclaimer-I do not own iCarly. But I do own the idea I came up with.

Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD): A severe anxiety disorder that can develop after exposure to any event which results in psychological trauma. Memory blockage and repeated nightmares of a traumatic event is common in this disorder.

Freddie's POV.

So here I am. My best friend is on the ground, sobbing and repeating my name as if it would make a difference. I feel myself pull away from reality, everything I thought I knew was a lie. Just a blatant lie. It's like I've just fallen into one of my nightmares, but this time I can't wake up. I look over at the spot that she was just occupying, it's empty. Everything just started to get darker and I felt everything drift away...

A steady beeping sound awoke me from whatever slumber I was in. I looked around to soak in my surroundings; pastry-colored walls, thin mattress, a distinct clean scent that reminds me of home...A hospital. I blinked a few times to adjust my eyes to the change of light. Out of the corner of my eye something caught my attention.

"About time you woke up."

Samantha Puckett. I groaned as I tried to shift my eyes away from her, but it was in vain considering she walked right next to my bed.

"Did you put me here?" Is all I could mumble out as I grabbed the pillow to my right to protect myself from whatever shenanigans she might try to pull. She must've not taken me seriously, because she laughed before she replied.

"Me? No...Well, I guess I did land you in here some way or another..."Her voice trailed away as she broke eye contact with me. I exhaled loudly.

"Sam. Just tell me what you did."

"I didn't do anything, I just-" She paused and looked at me curiously, "You really don't remember do you?" I just stared at her as she gave a deep reluctant sigh. "What's the last thing you remember?"

I opened my mouth to respond; but after a second or two, when nothing crossed my mind, I shut it closed. I furrowed my eyebrows to try and dig deep into my memory. What was the last thing I remember? I remember eating my vities-vitamin-rich cereal, trying to wake up Sam during Brigg's class, by the window with Fleck and Dave-

When I try to think further it's just like a blank page, when I try a bit harder I hear a girl's voice screaming faintly, followed by a group of people screaming. I felt a surge of panic run through my veins. Everything became clear, but it was all going on so fast I couldn't see anything that was happening. My breath started to quicken, I-

"Freddie? Earth to weirdo." Sam's voice snapped me back to reality.

"Wha-What?"

"Dude, I just told you what happened. Were you even listening?"

"I was-I just...Zoned, I guess." I shook my head and tried to regain composure, as well as slow down the pace of the cold sweat trailing down my chest.

"Whatever you say Frednerd. Well, do you at least remember when me and Carly were on the-"

"Window washing platform?" I finished for her. The last thing I remember is Sam and Carly dangling on the window washing platform...Everything after that is completely blank.

"Right. Well; When you, Fleck, Spencer and Dave were pulling me and Carly back up, you fell backwards and smacked your head against the wall." Sam emphasized me hitting my head by tapping the back of her own head with the palm of her hand. That would explain the pounding headache I have.

"Continue." I said in a condescending tone, I swear she stops talking in the middle of an explanation just to annoy me.

"Me and Carly managed to get back inside safely, but Carly got all mad and scream-y at me. She started yelling that it was all my fault that you were a dipwad and managed to hurt yourself." Sam said this in such a monotone that it sent shivers up my spine, when I tried to sense any emotion in her eyes, I only found emptiness. Something about Sam was different, almost as if something had died in her, that spark was missing from her eyes.

"So I'm guessing you and Carly aren't on the greatest terms..."

Sam just replied with a slow nod, before she could respond verbally she turned her head towards the door.

"That's Carly and Spencer, I'm going to get going..." Sam brushed her bangs away from her eyes and turned away.

"Freddie!" Carly's over-excited voice boomed across the room, while Sam just rolled her eyes and walked past her. Carly just acted like Sam wasn't even there.

"Hey Ca-" The rest of whatever I was going to say never was heard because Carly wrapped herself around me in a death-grip that could only match the one of Sam's.

"Freddie! You're...You're okay..." Carly's voice quivered as she stood back to get a better look at me.

"As good as I can be I guess," I gave a light-hearted chuckle as Carly stood by my bed, smiling softly.

"Is Freddie back to normal?" Spencer asked as he poked his head in my room.

"Hey Spencer," I gave him a quick wave and he galloped in.

"How's your head feeling?" Spencer asked as he put flowers on my lap. I picked them up to smell them but threw them down as soon as I got a scent of whatever it was.

"Limburger cheese! I made a flower sculpture out of cheese, isn't that awesome?" Spencer jumped up and down at the end of my bed in anticipation for my reaction.

"Uh...Great Spencer," I smelt the 'flowers' again, "But did you have to make the flowers out of the worst smelling cheese in the world?" Spencer frowned .

"I thought it'd be ironic. Flowers are suppose to smell good and the cheese smells bad..." Me and Carly looked at each other, then at Spencer.

"No one understands me." Spencer said sadly as he sulked towards the door, "I'm going to go and raid the hospital fridge for popsicles."

I mouthed, "Popsicles?"

"It's for his next sculpture, he's making a popsicle-stick version of a hotdog." Carly explained as Spencer exited the room.

"But...Doesn't he know he can buy popsicle sticks at the Arts and Craft store in a pack of 500?" Carly gave me a look and I looked down at my sheets, "I make popsicle-stick art with my mom every Wednesday."

"I tried to tell him, but he says he wants it to be 'authentic'." Me and Carly laughed for a second, but then as if someone flicked a light-switch, we stopped. It's like we both realized at the same time what kind of situation we were in. We both remained silent for a few moments.

"Carly...Can we talk about Sam?" I asked carefully, unsure of the response I would get. Carly turned her head towards me and I noticed her eyes have become wet.

"Freddie-I just...Can't. Not right now." Carly said as she fanned her face in an attempt to dry her eyes. "Everything should be about you and you getting better, not about Sam. At least, for now."

I gave an understanding smile and agreed, there's always tomorrow.

A/N: I really don't like the beginning. I'll be perfectly honest, but if you got this far in the story, you'll love the final chapter of this story. Believe me. Reviews and constructive criticism is much appreciated. Thank you guys! I love you all:)