I hate having to hide this stuff.

It takes all of my strength not to kiss him at school. Or on iCarly. Or even on "Wake Up Spencer". I don't have the slightest clue how I stop myself.

I don't even know why he is still friends with me. There's gotta be something there, right? Oh well. I guess not.

"Sam, you're late again!" Carly looked at me like she was fed up with me being late like this. Little does she know why.

"Sorry. What are we doing today? Oh, the Fredward is back." As if I didn't know that. Suddenly, my phone rang. I looked at caller I.D. The hospital again. I listened to the call, its message haunting my mind.

"Ms. Puckett, I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but your mom is in critical condition. We need you to come to the hospital immediately."

I started walking toward the front door, ready to go to that horrible place, when Freddie grabbed my arm.

"Hospital?"

I nodded. I'm sort of happy I told him, because who else could cover for me other than Benson?

"Don't worry, I'll cover for you. How bad?"

"Critical condition."

"Oh."

"Thank you so much. Well, I gotta get going. Remember, don't tell Carly. See ya later." I surprised myself by giving him a quick hug, said goodbye and ran out the door. I heard Carly yelling after me, and I heard Freddie say something. I just hoped he didn't tell Carly about any of this. Every time she gets in on me or Freddie's problems, she tries to fix them herself. It's not any fair because we hardly get to do anything ourselves anymore. Freddie knows this, so I doubt he would tell anything to Carly.

I was right outside the hospital in 10 minutes. I walked in, holding my breath from that terrible "hospital" smell of the gross cafeteria food that even I probably wouldn't eat and the smell of medicine that seems to make sick people sicker. I got my visitors pass and walked into my mom's hospital room filled with machines and medicine bottles.

I hate the hospital.