"Still not answering." Spencer grumbled, stuffing his cell phone in his pocket. That was the sixth time he had tried to call Sam's mother with still no answer. All he could do at that point was leave her a message and pray that she gets it. He knew she wasn't the best mother around, but of course she would care that her daughter was hit by a car.

"Try again in a little bit?" Freddie suggested, as they now approached the ER. Spencer nodded silently as they entered the large double door and immediately began scanning the room for Carly.

"Do you see her?"

"There." Freddie told him, pointing to the corner of the waiting room. Carly was sitting on the chair with her knees pulled up to her chest, staring at the doors that they take the patients through, waiting for a doctor or someone to come out and tell her something. She saw Spencer and Freddie coming her way, hopped up, and embraced Spencer in a hug.

"Any word?" Spencer asked softly, gently letting go of the hug with his sister.

"Nothing." Carly told him, then sitting back down.

Spencer and Freddie sat down next to her and a moment of silence followed. No one really knew what to say. Eventually, Carly broke the silence that had befallen them.

"Why haven't they told us anything?"

"Sometimes no news is good news." Spencer tried to assure her, though he himself was doubtful. He didn't know how bad the accident was; he hadn't been there after all. But if Freddie had described it accurately to him, it couldn't be good. And he loved Sam like a sister, he really did, but he couldn't help but feel relieved when he had heard that it wasn't Carly that got hit. He'd have to remember to thank Sam for that once this was all over.

"Puckett?"

Carly's head snapped up at the sound of the familiar doctor stepping out into the waiting room. She jumped up and headed over there, with Spencer and Freddie right behind her.

"Here! How is she??"

"She's gonna be fine. Some broken bones, cracked ribs, and a concussion. Overall I'd say she got really lucky here."

"Oh thank god." they all sighed in relief. "When can we see her?"

"Now's fine, but just one person. We don't want too many people."

The three looked at each other, and silently agreed that Carly was the one that needed to go. "Go." Spencer told her softly, "Well wait out here."

"Right." she said, following the doctor through the doors that led to where the patients were. They hadn't moved her up to a room so she must've not been required to stay there too long. It didn't really matter to Carly if Sam was going to be okay or not; she would still blame herself completely for the whole ordeal.

She followed the doctor down the corridors of rooms until finally reaching her destination. "Right in there."

"Thanks." she said quietly, slowing entering the room as the doctor turned around and left.

"Sam?" she asked, turning into the room to see Sam sitting on the bed. Her entire arm was in a black cast as well as her right leg. She had stitches above her left eye with a slight bruise starting to form around it.

"Hey Carls." she greeted, though she seemed somewhat out of it. It was probably due to the pain medications they most likely had her on.

"How are you?"

"Peachy. But they have me on a lot of pain meds, so it's all good.."

"I'm so sorry. I should've-"

"Carly would you just stop it? It's not your fault. I'm fine, I'm all bandaged up and will be able to go home soon. Everything's fine." Sam tried to tell her, knowing her friend was beating herself up inside. "If it's anyone's fault, it's mine. Or Fredward. He's the one who lost the stupid camera thing."

"But I-"

"No, seriously, cut the crap. It's not your fault."

Carly sighed in defeat, not in the mood to argue with Sam. She knew, even in her friend's condition, Sam could fight with her for hours until she finally won the dispute. Hell, she was one stubborn girl.

"Now get over here before I start to get delirious from these drugs." Sam joked, scooting over on the hospital bed slightly and patting the now open spot for Carly to sit. Carly giggled and headed over, propping herself up right next to Sam.

"You're like a big hero now." Carly told her with a smile.

"Ew that's nauseating."

"Sam! You are."

"Oh no no. I-"

"Oh stop it." Carly cut her off, laughing a bit. She knew Sam didn't want that on her reputation, After all she was Sam Puckett, the mean bully who could kick anyone's ass in record time; not the nice girl who saved her friend. But that was okay, because to Carly, she was her hero. It didn't matter what anyone else thought.

"Yeah well just remember, the truck did not hit me. The truck was hit by Sam Puckett." Sam joked.

Carly laughed at her friend, shaking her head slightly. It was apparent that her friend was already back to her obnoxious, sarcastic self.

"So Where's Fredweird? He better be a mess with worry." Sam asked after moment , changing the subject.

"Oh he is, out in the lobby."

"Ha-ha, good." Sam beamed, making Carly laugh once again.


"I hope Sam's okay." Freddie thought out loud to Spencer, who sat beside him in the waiting room chairs.

"I'm sure she's fine. You heard the doctor man."

"Yeah you're probably right." Freddie admitted, still kind of worried. "I just want to get out of here, hospitals are so not on my list of favorite places."

"I hear ya. I'm sure we'll be out of here soon."

"Hope so."


AN: sorry kinda short again. wanted to get something up before i do schoolwork, which i have a lot of lol. maybe another chapter tonight if i get work done, or at least within a few days. Cam fluff to come. thanks for all of the reviews!! :]