Carly opened her eyes to find herself lying on the street. What's going on here? That's when she saw Freddie standing in front of her, breathing in and out. The worst part? He was looking so calm and ready just when it happened. He stood looking at me, a face of determination. His stare scared me of what might happen. His chest heaved up and down. I heard the sound of tires squealing on the concrete. It all happened so fast! I couldn't stop it! It's not fair not fair. I screamed a long NO, but it was too late.
It all blacked out.
"Carly? Carly Shay?" A woman wearing a white dress was peering at me.
"What?" I reply. I'm sitting on something soft. I guess I'm not on the sidewalk anymore.
"I'm sorry Carly, you must be heartbroken." The lady said.
"Where am I? Who are you? What's going on?" I ask, then it hits me. "Where's Freddie?"
"I'm a nurse, and you're in the Seattle Hospital. You're friend Freddie is in another room." She replies, taking out some equipment and a long needle.
"Is he okay?"
"I'm sorry." The nurse says, as she removes her wired glasses. "He's in very terrible condition as well as being in a coma."
"What." I whisper, as I sit up straight. What's going on? How did this happen! And then I remembered.
"He was standing next to me as we crossed the street. I guess he heard the sound of the truck coming, and he knew it wouldn't stop or something." I look at the ceiling like I'm speaking my thoughts. "He pushed me out of the way. To save my life."
The nurse looks at me. "Exactly dear. Now we're going to put a few tests on you. We think you fell on your head."
I look around me. I'm in this white room; the color matches the nurses dress. I'm on a hospital bed, also white. The tiles are pale and lifeless, but there are a few chairs by that wall that are a deep shade of red. Like the color blood on the sidewalk, I think. Why did I just think of that? It comes back to me in a flash back. I see Freddie lying there, his arm and leg crushed under the tires. He looks dead already, but I see blood spilling out, flowing out. It stains the street, and reaches where I was.
"No…" My eyes shut close and I twist my head to the right.
The nurse pays no attention to me. "So, you're from iCarly." She jabs the needle in my arm.
I feel like puking. "Yeah."
"Kids love your show." She grunts before pulling it out. I can see some blood on my skin. I can't look at blood the same way anymore.
"You never answered my question completely."
"What was it again?"
"Is he going to be okay."
"His chance of surviving is very likely."
She didn't sound confident enough. I closed my eyes and kept her words in my head. Freddie's going to be fine. We'll all be back at my studio doing iCarly in a week. No big deal, no worries. I lie down, and try to fall asleep, but someone bangs the door open.
"Hey, can I come in? Oh look, I'm in already." An angry girl's voice says as the door shuts close.
"The patient has been given a minor sedative. It is best if you leave."
"Yeah, why don't you just get out of here now."
The girl must have been very convincing because the nurse scurried out without a single insult or order.
"Yo Carly." Sam said, sitting down at the edge of my bed.
"Why aren't you with Freddie." I mumble, tears falling down as I say his name.
"I came here first because you're my best friend."
"Freddie could be dying for all we know." I yell.
"Woah, sorry. Want me to go right now?"
"Yes please." I whimper.
Sam gets up and walks towards the door.
"Sam?" I say, rolling to face her.
"Yeah?"
"Please don't insult Freddie."
Sam laughs. "Hey no chizz. Even if I do, the boy's in a coma. Doubt his big ears an hear me."
I fake a laugh, yeah.