This is a random story I thought up when I was in a depressed kind of mood. Don't like it, just don't read.
Freddie was sitting at his kitchen table, the knife right in front of him. He just couldn't take it anymore. He was sick and tired of being bullied and hurt by nearly everyone. His 14 year old brain had decided to do this. Only once though, never again. He picked up the knife and put it to his arm, at the crook of his elbow. He winced as the knife dug into his skin, but he didn't care about the pain. he slid the knife right down his arm, right down to his wrist. He took the knife away and placed it back on the table as his arm bled, blood dripping down his arm and onto the table. it was coming out really fast and he was beginning to feel dizzy. He must have cut too deep because the last thing he remembered was his head hitting the table, before it all went black.
Freddie's mum walked into the apartment, coming home from a long days work. She walked into the kitchen and screamed. Freddie was sitting at the table, a massive pool of blood forming under his arm and his head on the table. Marisa ran over to the table and shook him.
"Freddie-bear, wake up. Please, wake up." Marisa screamed, tears falling down her face. Spencer, having heard her screams, ran into the apartment. as soon as he saw Freddie, he called 911.
"Don't worry. He's alive. There's still time." Spencer said once he had checked Freddie's pulse and put pressure on the cut. after a few minutes, the ambulance got there and took him and Marisa to the hospital. Spencer grabbed Carly and Sam and drove them to the hospital in the PJ's without them knowing what was going on.
"Spencer, why are we at the hospital?" Carly asked as they walked in. Just as they got to the front desk, the ambulance arrived with Freddie. One of the nurses was pumping air into his lungs and another was keeping presser on the wound as the rushed him down the corridor.
"FREDDIE." Carly and Sam screamed in unison. Spencer held them back as the nurses and doctor rushed him into a room.
"Please Marisa. Please wait here. we will come and give you details on his condition soon." One of the nurses said, holding Marisa back.
"Claire, he's my son." Marisa exclaimed, the tears still running down her face. (Marisa works at the hospital, that's how they knew each other's names.)
"I understand that, but you know that you can't come in until we let you. I will make sure that you enter as soon as he's out." Claire said.
"Out? Where is he?" Sam asked.
"Because he lost so much blood, he needs a blood transfusion and his wound needs to be stitched up. he should be out soon." Claire replied. Sam hugged Carly, tears in her eyes. she never cried in front of people. she was only crying because she was in love with Freddie and she really didn't want him to die.
Marisa cried and Claire hugged her, trying to soothe her. She took them to his room and told them to sit outside until they were allowed in.
The four of them were sitting outside of his room. They had been for 3 hours and they were all very anxious. Sam had even hugged Marisa and they hadn't moved from that hug for a while. Marisa was comforting Sam now because Sam was crying. Marisa had never seen this side of Sam. No one except Carly had ever seen Sam cry.
"You may all go in and see him now. He is sleeping though so try to keep quiet." The doctor finally said. The four of them jumped up and entered the room and going over to Freddie's bed.
"He looks so fragile." Carly said as she looked over him. Freddie had an oxygen mask on and his face was all pale. His right arm was all covered in bandages and had needles in it, attached to a bag full of blood.
"I hope he's alright." Spencer said. He pulled chairs up for everyone, making them sit down around the bed. Suddenly, Freddie started stirring. Sam, Marisa, Carly and Spencer stared at him and stood up, Sam taking hold of his good hand, much to everyone's surprise, except Spencer's (that will be explained later)
"Wh-What happened?" Freddie asked weakly, taking the mask off to talk. Marisa put it back on him.
"Don't talk. You need to rest." Marisa fussed, but Freddie took the mask off again.
"Ca-can I please ta-talk to S-Sam for a second?" Freddie asked. Spencer, Marisa and Carly left the room for a few minutes while Sam stayed to talk to Freddie.
"Sam, i-I want you t-to know that I didn't mean to cut so deep. I don't want you to th-think that I'm crazy. I did it b-because I can't take it anymore. The bullies hurt me to m-much a-and this was the o-only way t-to stop myself from hurting. I j-just needed an escape and I went too far. I don't want y-you to think b-badly of me. I know I was stupid, but it was only a one-time thing." Freddie stuttered, trying to breathe and talk at the same time. He shifted a little to get a better look of her face and saw that she had tears in her eyes.
"I couldn't ever think less of you. But, I have to ask you this. Why didn't you talk to someone about the bullying instead of cutting yourself?" Sam asked, taking hold of his hand again.
"I don't know. i-I wasn't thinking. I just needed t-to do something that wouldn't hurt anyone else. I-I just n-needed to do s-something that was for me." Freddie replied. Sam could then see how much pain he was in. she had been the main one to hurt and tease him and she suddenly felt really guilty. Freddie could see that she thought it was her fault and he quickly put a stop to that.
"Sam, this has nothing to do with you. I can take what you throw at me, but when everyone starts doing it, it kind of hurts to an extreme. I was fine with you teasing me. I always felt better after a bad day when you teased me because…. Because I love you." Freddie whispered, forcing himself not to stutter. As soon as he had said all of that, he began to breathe heavily and put the mask on his face again to get some air.
"I love you too Fred-nerd." Sam said, making Freddie smile. She smiled back and then he put his good hand on her cheek, taking the mask off of his face first (he couldn't move his right arm because it was covered with bandages.) Sam leant down since he couldn't really move and then kissed him, putting everything she had into it. Freddie did exactly the same thing. The kiss lasted for about 1 minute before Sam pulled away so he could breathe, remembering that he was struggling to before.
He was breathing heavily and so Sam put the mask on him and told him to keep it on. Sam then called the others back in and by that time, Carly had called Gibby in. Sam smiled at this, remembering what Carly had told her earlier that day.
'Flashback'
"Come on. Who do you like?" Carly bugged Sam. They were sitting in the studio in the beanbag chairs a few minutes after Freddie had left talking about random things when this conversation had started.
"I'll tell you if you tell me who you like." Sam replied after a moments thought. Carly went silent and blushed bright red.
"Oh my god. Who do you like?" Sam asked. Please don't be Freddie. Please don't be Freddie. Sam thought.
"Gibby." Carly said, looking to the floor and blushing even more.
"What? Are you serious?" Sam asked
"yes. And now you have to tell me who you like." Carly said, looking up at her friend.
"I don't like anyone." Sam said, blushing now.
"Come on. I told you who I like and now you have to tell me who you like." Carly begged.
"You never asked me if I loved anyone, you know." Sam said, blushing a deep red.
"Who is it?" Carly asked, excited, but before Sam could answer, Spencer pulled them outside to the car and drove them to the hospital quickly. They never got to end the conversation
'End Of Flashback'
"How are you man?" Spencer asked Freddie as he got to the bed.
"A little better. My arm hurts though." Freddie said.
"Here, press this. It's morphine. It will dull the pain." Marisa said, handing Freddie a small remote that was attached to the bed. Freddie did just that and then took hold of Sam's hand. Spencer smiled.
"Told her how you feel then?" Spencer asked. Carly, Gibby, Marisa and Sam looked at Spencer, confused.
"Yeah. she knows exactly how I feel." Freddie replied, looking up at Sam. Sam looked down at Freddie and then at Spencer.
"He told you? And you kept it a secret?" Sam asked, completely shocked.
"Hey, I can keep secrets sometimes." Spencer defended.
"What are you guys talking about?" Carly asked, seriously confused.
"This." Sam said and then she bent down and kissed Freddie again, making Marisa and Carly gasp and Gibby cheer.
"Yeah. You finally did something about it. Dude, why'd it take you so long?" Gibby asked. Freddie glared at him as he pulled away from Sam.
"Gibby, unless you want everyone in this room to know who you like, I'd shut up." Freddie said (Tasha wasn't in the picture yet and in this story, she never will be). Gibby quickly went silent and looked to the floor. He and Freddie had told each other who they liked one night at Freddie's when they were hanging out.
'Flashback'
"Okay. Truth or Dare?" Gibby asked Freddie.
"Truth." Freddie said.
"Okay. Uh…. Oh, I got one. Okay, who do you like? And you have to answer this truthfully." Gibby said. Freddie paled slightly.
"I'll tell you who I like if you tell me who you like." Freddie replied.
"Okay. I like… Carly. There, I told you who I like now tell me who you like man." Gibby ordered. Freddie just sighed.
"I don't like anyone. I love someone." Freddie said.
"Well, who is it?" Gibby asked, his eyes lighting up.
"Promise not to scream? Okay. I love…. Sam."
'End Of Flashback'
The rest of the night, the five of them talked about anything and everything until they had to go home. Sam promised Freddie that she would be back tomorrow and then left, being the last one to go. Once everyone was gone, Freddie relaxed into his uncomfortable pillow. Life couldn't be more perfect for him right now. he just hoped that he could deal with school when he went back in 2 days. (he wanted to go to school the day after he was discharged so he could spend more time with Sam).