Heyyy, ME SO HAPPY ME FINISHED IT! :D Anyways, rate, review, and such. So, yep. I don't iCarly, but if I did, everybody would be naked.
Yes, even Sam.
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I try to look up as I hear a scream.
My neck stops me by sending a sharp pain throughout my body.
Something trickles down my face.
Past my nose.
Through my lips.
It's blood.
What are those bright things all around me?
I feel naseuos.
Another scream, this time it's of a name.
Who is Sam?
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A young man with thick dark hair rushes into the hospital's brightly lit corridor.
Another person follows, she has dark brown hair too.
They each look about sixteen, give or take a few years.
A doctor walks up to them, he has a solemn look on his face.
''You Freddie? And Carly?'' he asked, tightening his grip on a clipboard.
They each nod quickly, nervously.
''Sam is...not okay. She suffered multiple fractures, and a massive blow to the head. She might have brain damage.'' he said sadly, his eyes saturated with understanding and guilt.
The teens look at each other, both looking on the the verge of breaking down.
''She's in an emergency surgery, they had to release the pressure on her brain drain some fluid. You'll be able to see her when she is out'
he said.
The one named Freddie nods, the female teen just stares at her feet, sniffling.
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Why God? Why Sam?
Why the tough ham-loving girl Carly and I know and love?
All these thoughts ran through my head as the doctor guided us to Sam's room.
He was old. The African-American doctor had to be about 60-something, atleast. He had a soothing deep voice, like the guy on the State Farm commercial who did make you feel like you were in 'good hands'.
I turn to Carly, who's staring down at her trudging feet. I see a tear drop from the slope
on her cheek. I want to comfort her, pull her into a warm hug in the middle of this
freezing hospital. But I'd rather do it alone. Showing affection in Public is not safe.
It shows weakness.
Instead, I just look up. The new walls in the corridor Sams' in is a sickly yellow, and the
floors are shiny and specked with black. We stop outside of the nurse's station, and the doctor asks about Sam.
The tiny nurse scrolls through a page on the computer, and replies ''In recovery,
Dr. Wills.'' He nods, and motions us to a seat.
Now we wait.