I decided to write an epilogue for this just because I felt like it. Anyway, I wanted to change the summary, and there was some stuff I wanted to sort out in the actual story, so yeah.

Spencer found watching his little sister curled up on her best friend's lap quite disturbing. To be honest, he was unhappy that Freddie had moved Carly in the night. Freddie had stayed next to Carly's bedside for two weeks now. His mother brought him fresh clothes and Sam brought him the work from school and the nurses brought Freddie food from the cafeteria for him to eat. They always gave him extra nice stuff. Spencer knew a thing or two about women, and he could see they thought Freddie was hot.

Even though Spencer was a man, and totally into women, he could honestly say Freddie was kind of hot. He had a really deep voice, and his brown hair was messy yet well cared for, and his eyes were big and brown, and he was nearly as tall as Spencer.

Spencer knew Carly had noticed the change.

So he stared at Carly and Freddie quietly slumbering together on the hospital bed, and wondered about them. He made his way over to the chair in the corner and sat down, resting his elbows on his knees and frowning at the two teenagers.

An hour later, Freddie stirred and blinked. He saw Carly nestled in his embrace, and smiled slightly, stroking her cheek with his fingertips. His smile grew when he remembered that Carly loved him too.

Someone cleared their throat. Freddie jumped. Spencer was scowling at him from his chair.

'Listen, Spencer, she woke up last night,' Freddie began. Spencer nearly collapsed with relief. 'She had a weird dream while she was in the coma, and she realised she liked me too, and...' Spencer's eyes widened. 'No! No! We didn't do...that, we just kissed once and then we just slept like this, I promise.'

Spencer sighed. He'd known it was going to happen someday. Both males looked at the sleeping girl. She mumbled something and Freddie bit his lip. He brushed his mouth on her forehead.

'Congratulations, buddy,' Spencer murmured.

'Thanks.' Freddie replied, grinning at his friend.

'I'll leave you two alone,' Spencer said, getting up. 'I smell food.'

'See ya,' Freddie answered, nodding at him.

When Spencer had left, Freddie relaxed again. He looked at his girlfriend (?) in his arms and wondered how he'd got so lucky.

A couple of weeks later, Carly was released from hospital. She'd broken two ribs and sprained her arm, and hit her head pretty badly, but mostly she was fine.

They resumed iCarly very quickly. Spencer was worried that Carly might get ill from the camera (or something weird like that) but the webcast went fine.

Carly and Freddie made their relationship public on iCarly. There were many emails from viewers congratulating them, and Sam even said she was sorry she hadn't believed it would ever happen.

It was weird, because Freddie and Sam did become really good friends. Carly knew it was because they thought that their constant arguing was the cause of her accident. But she told them that it could have happened to anyone, and she didn't blame them at all.

Eventually Carly went back to school, and she finished the ninth grade with her two best friends. Sam was always there to make her laugh, and Freddie was there to love her. Carly wondered why she'd been so blind. Freddie was a great boyfriend – he took her out, he never took advantage of her (although he did get a little carried away with kissing) and he made sure she was always happy.

Once, Carly saw the guy who'd run her over. He recognised her and apologised for about half an hour, but Carly assured him that no blood, no foul. She thanked him.

'Thanks, actually,' she'd said. 'You made me realise something really important.'

She looked back at Freddie and smiled at him. He grinned his thousand-watt grin back at her.

Sam was very confused, but decided to let it go. They walked off, in the direction of Groovy Smoothies.

A/N: Yay! Finished! I hope this wasn't too crap. Tell me what you think!