JUSTUFF: Hello, guys! Who wants to see iParty With Victorious?
I do!
Anyways, my Knott's trip was fun, and I hope everyone had a Merry Easter, although it's a little late, isn't it?
Family troubles have been rough still, but my friends have been helping me out, but still wish me luck and I think I'll be OK!
P.S. SEDDIE ROCKS! And you guys aren't half-bad, either ;).
Also, thank you, Midnight Stallion, for informing me (so I'm going to have Sam have a certain type of amnesia that I'll make up, a stronger one!) and for telling me that I write well! And thank you ccQTccQT for the many, "Update!"'s! I counted them and there was over one hundred! Your comment made me nervous to put up a new chapter, for fear of disappointment, but I didn't want anyone to wait any longer!
And thank you personally to everyone else who commented! All of the comments make me want to write more, so you guys are basically helping me create the stories that I write!
OK, now, without further ado, I give you, iMeet My Best Friend!
Disclaimer: Look up the word, Dimwit.
No, not the word, "Dimwit," the word, "Disclaim…"
(Sigh) Forget it.
Regular POV
Sam began to get emotional.. "Samantha, just breathe," Dr. Duran tried to calm her down. A freaking-out patient was difficult to work with.
"What happened?" Sam questioned, worriedly.
"You were hit by a car, a big one, and it sort of trampled you," He said, trying to keep her calm in the process, "And you got a concussion, which explains your amnesia."
Sam's mind was spinning in circles as she tried to remember everything about her. "I don't remember what happened, I don't remember anything. My home, any friends I may have had…all my memories…gone. And before you called me Samantha over and over, I didn't even know my name. That's insane."
"Samantha, everything will work out," Dr. Duran said, not sure if it really was, "I've already called one of your friends. Her name is Carly Shay. She'll help you."
"Does she know about me…you know…losing my memory?"
"No, not yet," He said, "It's up to you to tell her."
"I will. Thanks."
"OK." The doctor started to leave the room until Sam called for him.
"Yes, Samantha?" He questioned, a little impatiently as he turned around.
"Will I ever remember anything about my life?"
"Yeah, you should. It may take some time though, and you won't remember certain things or in same order as when they happened. You'll relive any event or experience you happen to remember right when you remember it, in your if you were in the present and it was happening to you right then. Then, you'll be back in reality. K?"
Sam nodded. So, if I remember something, I'll relive it in my mind as if it's happening in the present…got it, She thought.
He responded, impatiently, "Well, I really got to go see my next patient. Remain here until your friend comes to get you."
Which was a stupid demand. Of course she would stay there. She was too traumatized to do anything else, and she didn't even have any recollection of where she lived.
About a half an hour later, Carly arrived with flowers with beautiful yellow petals. "Hey, Sam," Carly said, walking in, trying to mask the fact that Sam had just gotten hit by a truck.
Before Carly could sit down, Sam asked, "Who's Sam?" She was Samantha…not Sam.
"Uh, you hate when I call you Samantha? You like Sam better?" Carly question/said, "Are you all right?"
"Yeah." Sam stated, quietly and quickly. "Sure."
"Anyways, I brought you sunflowers, your favorite," Carly said, her hair bouncing as she sat down in the green seat placed closest to the door, and set the flowers in the brown flower pot on the floor.
"Yeah, right, my favorite," Sam stated, shakily. She did think they were pretty.
"So, ready to leave this hospital room and head over to my place?"
"Not yet," Sam replied, "Listen…"
"Yeah…" Carly hesitated to speak, for she was confused and fear was in her face.
"I have to tell you something," She stated, serious.
The serious tone caught Carly's attention.
"What?" She asked, expecting the worst case scenario.
"I just found out that my concussion from the accident gave me-"
But Sam couldn't finish her pretty slowly-said sentence, because right then a certain brunette tech-boy came waltzing in through the door…
And that boy was none other than Freddie Benson.
I know, I know! Another short chapter! But I think lately that has been the best way to do this story! But, I promise, the next chapter WILL be longer!
Thanks to everyone and anyone who has EVER given me their support!
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SAYING OF THE CHAPTER: Purple fiddles make me smile!
Toodles!