He continued tapping his foot with impatience. Freddie had never taken a liking to hospital chairs- they were so uncomfortable. He checked his watch fot the third time in fifteen minutes and let out an irritated sigh. He stood and began pacing back and forth, ignoring the looks that the blonde receptionist kept giving him. She cleared her throat and glared daggers at him. He looked at her with raised eyebrows. She shook her head as if to say 'nothing'. Freddie frowned and began to pace again. The receptionist cleared her throat louder this time. "What?" He asked loud enough to turn some heads. She only shook her head the same way as before. The boy continued to pace again, oblivious the fact that he was starting to earn some stares.
"- is that kid?"
"- not sure, but I heard-"
"- girlfriend has some kind-"
"- going to die!"
Whispers from all around him flooded his ears. He clenched his jaw together at the gasps and snickers he heard. These were people he didn't even know and they were talking about him as if he werem't there! A group of nurses gathered in a small group to gossip about him. Some dared to pull their heads out of the whispering mass of scrubs to stare at him, but quickly plunged back in. Freddie wondered why staff was so interested in him and why they couldn't get back to their jobs.
"Some girl named Sam Puckett. She's probably going to die."
The receptionist didn't even bother to keep this down to a whisper. She smiled sweetly at Freddie and continued gossiping in a whisper. He couldn't take it anymore.
He marched up to the desk and growled at the group of nurses. They suddenly were needed somewhere else. He turned back to the big-mouthed blonde and leaned down. She quivered with fear now that she realized how "rude" she was being. His eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep and his teeth were bared in fury.
He hissed between his teeth, "Excuse me, Miss..." He squinted at the card around her neck. "Burke. I just so happened to here you and the other ladies whispering about me. I'd just like to get a few things straight. First, Sam is not my girlfriend. Second, she's not going to die. I promised I'd take care of her- and third, you can keep your fake nose out of my private business. I don't need you commenting on my life. Now, I apologize for being rude, but I am very tired. Now, if you could stop acting like I'm not right in front of you that'd be terrific." He forced a smile and she nodded her head quickly.
He sat back down, abandoning the idea of pacing back and forth and decided, instead, to think of happy things. Sam would get out of the hospital and everything would be better. They would do iCarly and Sam would talk about her adventures and how she got a rare disease that only lasted twenty-four hours if cured. Then she'd smile and tell jokes about hospital food. Everything would be alright.
Just then, a doctor came in. He beckoned Freddie over and took him into a hallway. It had been him who drove her- illegally- to the hospital, therefore he got the news first. The doctor looked down. "I'll...take you inside." He led Freddie through a maze of hallways and staircases. Finally, he cautiously opened the door for Freddie.
He nearly died at what he saw.
A/N: Oh! I just LOVE a good cliffhanger! Love it? Hate it? REVIEW!
I NEED YOUR HELP! That's right, you! You have to review! I accept anonymous reviews, so there is NO EXCUSE! But that's not why I need your help. You need to let me know if Sam is okay or NOT okay...if ya know what I mean...(she's dead) Also, I'm using WordPad so I apologize for grammatical errors. I hate them, myself. :( R&R!
-SVNBR
