Disclaimer: I wouldn't be writing fanfics if I owned the show or characters. I also don't own the song I quoted.
Summary: Freddie gets very sick, but no one figures it out until it's progressed to potentially irreparable. What will happen to him? Seddie.
As many times as I blink
I'll think of you tonight
-Owl City, Vanilla Twilight
Sam's POV
I brush a stray curl out of my eyes and study Freddie's facial expression. His eyebrows knit together, his eyes are just barely shut, and his fingertips are on his temples. There is a raw openness to it, as if he is simply unable to right it. A tender note strikes the harpsichord in my heart as I yearn to shift nearer. The thought is promptly expelled from my train of thought in exchange for something less . . . .
"Freddie?" I ask, my voice slightly hushed. After a moment, his eyes gently flutter open. He blinks and his face smoothes out.
"What?"
"Nothing. Never mind, Freddork," I reply, reclaiming my typical tone. The studio door flies open and Carly enters in a rush. She doesn't even flinch to absorb Freddie's off appearance. I begin to question why I even care. Everything about him seems to be moving slowly, like he's within a thick fog.
"iCarly's about to be late, guys. Places," Carly yells, nearing frantic. I stifle a laugh. She may be my best friend, but the poor girl is just so uptight. Five minutes late wouldn't entice our entire fanbase to start watching The Valerie Show instead.
"Right." Freddie picks up the pace a bit and grabs his camera, "In five, four, three, two, one."
"Fredweirdo, did you just say one?" I demand. One? One?!
"Yeah . . . ?"
"There's no one! It's always been five, four, three, two, and not the one!" I yell. He looks bewildered. Carly is just gawking at Freddie like he said his mom is dating the the hobo who lives in the trash bin behind Bushwell.
"Oh . . . ." he says, clearly puzzled. Carly snaps out of her stare.
"Well, let's get on with the show! What did I do with that jar of pickled marshmallows?" Carly asks with her usual showmanship.
"Don't forget to eat your Fat Cakes!" Carly shouts over-enthusiastically. Freddie finally clicks off the camera, looking awfully contemplative.
"You're having a really off day," I say to him. Wait, why do I care? Oh, that's right, I don't.
"I have a really bad headache," he states, half ignoring what I said.
"That's it, Freakward." He nods and walks off without another word.
"What's up with that kid?" Carly mutters. I shrug. It's not like it matters to me. Nope, definitely not.
A/N: Alright, so probably not the best thing ever, considering that it was written at 3 AM and it's my first fanfic. I also feel like I should apologize for the length, so sorry but I was dozing off towards the end. Hopefully I didn't make them all too OOC.
Review please! Should I continue? What should I change/fix/do better? I'm open to anything!
--Mustlovepurple
