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Chapter 2: iVisit Freddie

A few weeks later, Freddie was well enough to come home. He had casts on his arm and leg and crutches to help him walk. I wanted to go visit him. I grabbed some flowers and Spencer and went across the hall. I hesitated then pushed the bell. Mrs. Benson's face appeared on the screen next to it.

"Ugh." she said. "What do you two want?"

"Can we please see Freddie?" I asked.

"No."

Freddie's voice came from the background. "Yes! Mom, let 'em in!" he said.

"Fine." Mrs. Benson said. I heard a series of beeps and the door unlock. "Leave your shoes in the hall."

"I'm not wearing socks." Spencer whispered to me.

"There's a basket of fresh socks by the door."

Mrs. Benson's face disappeared from the screen.

I opened the door and went in. Spencer put on a pair of socks and followed. Spencer opened the door to Freddie's room.

"Hello..." Spencer said.

I tried to be nice.

"Hi, Mrs. Benson. How is he?" I asked.

"Broken...damaged! But I see you look fine, isn't that nice?!" she replied.

I saw Freddie roll his eyes as his mother continued.

"And I see you bought flowers which will only excaserbate Freddie's allergies!"

"Mom, I'm not allergic to flowers." Freddie cut in.

His mother turned to him. "And you weren't allergic to Mexican Food Trucks, but look at you now!" she yelled.

I rolled my eyes. Mrs. Benson turned back to me and took the flowers from my hand.

"I'll take these flowers...and I'll soak them in Bleach."

She huffed out of the room. I turned back to Freddie.

"She's pretty upset." he said.

"Really?" Spencer said.

I replied with a sarcastic 'no'.

"How're you doing?" Spencer asked.

"I'm ok, pretty sore." Freddie replied, shifting uncomfortably.

"Sore?" I said. "You have a broken leg and your hand's all smushed and it's all my fault."

"It's not your fault-" he began.

"Yeah, it is! If I had just seen that stupid truck coming-"

Spencer pointed to Freddie's toes, interrupting me. "Hey, look! His toes stick out of his cast!" he said.

Before I could say anything, Spencer kneeled down and started playing with Freddie's toes.

"This little piggie went to market...and this little piggie got hit by a truck-" I cut Spencer off.

"Spencer!" I said. He jumped up and stood next to me. I gave him an angry glance.

"So you in much pain?" Spencer asked.

"I was but the doctor sent over some pills."

"You took one?" I asked.

"Well, my mom thinks I choke on pills so she pounds with a mallet and puts it in my fruit sauce."

"Fruit sauce?" Spencer asked. I was going to say the same thing.

"My mom thinks I'll choke on fruit so she pounds it with a mallet-" Freddie said but Spencer cut him off.

"It's none of my business." he said. "Hey, speaking of business, can I use your bathroom?"

"Yeah, right through there." Freddie said, pointing behind him.

Spencer disappeared into the bathroom, leaving me and Freddie alone. It felt weird for some reason. Although I didn't really know why. I smiled and swung my arm shyly and wiggled Freddie's toe. He smiled at me.

"You saved my life." I said.

"Oh, come on." Freddie said, rolling his eyes.

"Sam said that truck wouldv'e run right over me." I said.

"Maybe."

I smiled. That's when I heard Sam yell to us, which ruined the moment and I found myself furious.

"You guys in here?!" Sam called.

"Yeah, we're in Freddie's room!" I called back.

That's when Spencer jumped out of the bathroom, paintball blow-tube in hand.

"Was that Sam?" he said.

"Yeah, she-" Freddie started.

"Ah!" Spencer exclaimed and shot from the blow-tube.

There was a terrified shriek from the hall and Mrs. Benson came into view, orange paint splattered on her chest.

"I'm so sorry..." Spencer said.

I looked down at Mrs. Benson's hand, which contained the flowers she'd taken from me. "What happened to the flowers?"

"I soaked them in bleach and pounded them with a mallet." Mrs. Benson replied.

I looked at Freddie and he rolled his eyes.

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