A/N – Hello again, I couldn't resist to add another chapter to the story. I figured it would be nice for you to begin to immerse yourself. So here we go again…
Disclaimer: Still don't own iCarly. KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK SCHNEIDER!!!
Chapter 1
There was a rhythmic beeping as Sam began to slip back into consciousness. From what she could feel, she was in a bed, but it didn't feel as hard and rigid as hers, but it also wasn't as soft comfortable as the one in Carly's house. She decided she might as well risk opening her eyes and survey her surroundings.
As she opened her eyes, a blinding white light came rushing towards her and forced he to groan. And turn over in the bed. She reached up to wipe her eyes and tried to open them again but felt a tug on her right hand so she had to use her other hand. . She heard a rustle of papers and then footsteps as someone came to her bed. She finally opened her eyes and took in her surroundings. She saw the monitor to her right and realized that the tug she felt was from the IV attached to her right hand. She began to look around the room and finally noticed that there was someone standing right next to her bed speaking to her, but she couldn't understand what he was telling her. As everything came into focus she realized who he was and was finally able to understand him as his voice, which was filled with a happiness she couldn't understand, asked her if she was awake.
"Of course I'm awake, dork" remarked Sam, "Now give some space, otherwise your dorkiness might suffocate me." Freddie backed up a little, but still held a smile on his face despite having been insulted. She opened her mouth to ask about how she ended up in this bed, and what she assumed was a hospital but was cut off by the dropping of a clipboard. She looked towards the door and noticed that a nurse had walked into her room and in the process confirmed her suspicion that she was in a hospital.
The nurse ran out of the room screaming for a doctor. Sam turned back towards Freddie to ask what had possessed the nurse and finally realized that he looked different. He appeared to be a lot taller that she remembered and, dare she say it, really hot. His body seemed to be really lean and semi muscular. His entire chest barely hidden behind the white t-shirt he wore. Meanwhile the lower half of his body was clad in some dark blue jeans and a pair of black on black converse. Then to complete his new, cooler look she saw a black leather jacket draped over a chair next to her bed. She averted her eyes from the chair and to his face and noticed that changes there as well. His face looked thinner and also the clues of facial hair beginning to grow. And his hair was no longer gelled forward but instead formed into a faux hawk, which if she was honest to herself looked a lot better than before.
As she finally finished checking him out, she realized that there was something she really needed to know, what had happened to her? Once again she was interrupted before she was able to question Freddie because the nurse decided to return at that moment, with a doctor in tow.
The doctor walked right up to her and flashed a bright light in her eyes, to which she reacted by violently slapping away his hand. Freddie chuckled a little at her reaction and Sam just looked over and glared at him, which shut him up instantly. The doctor looked at her with amazement which began to really annoy Sam. "Why don't you take a picture, it'll last longer" remarked Sam. The doctor continued to stare, only muttering "amazing."
Sam had had enough, it had been too long and seeing as no one was willing to give her any answers, it seemed like she would have to take the initiative. "Ok, can someone please tell me why I am in this hospital?" asked Sam. The Doctor seemed to finally come to his senses as he backed up a little and turned to his nurse whispering something. "HELLO!" screamed Sam, "I asked a question?!" Freddie began getting closer to her and opened his mouth to answer her when he was interrupted by the doctor asking Sam a question. "What was the last thing you remember?" he asked.
Sam was a bit shocked by the question. She can't really remember the last thing she did. She remembered all of the iCarly crew and doing the show and even Ridgeway, but the last few moments before she went to sleep were a bit of a blur to her. "I don't know" responded Sam with a bit of disappointment in her voice.
"Well" began the doctor, "you had an accident. According to the people who brought you in, you seemed to have slipped down the stairs and hit hard on the head." Sam tensed a bit at hearing this as flashes of her slipping on the stairs and her body rolling down the rest of the steps went through her mind. "You lost consciousness and were brought here for monitoring. Thankfully there were no major injuries but there is a problem" said the doctor. A solemn look over took his face as he paused before breaking the bad news. "You've been in a coma for over 2 years."
The doctor continued to speak, but Sam just tuned him out. Only one thought was running through her head "You've been in a coma for over 2 years." Her entire body went rigid as the thought finally made sense in her head. Questions of how much had changed, what had happened to her friends and family. Her breathing began to get ragged and her heartbeat began to rise but was immediately calmed as she felt someone squeeze her left hand. She looked over and saw the sad smile on his face. The look in his eyes gave her a sense of protection and allowed her to calm down.
She turned back towards the doctor and heard him as he finished his speech. "We're going to have to keep you for another night, but if all is well then you should be able to leave by tomorrow afternoon" finished the doctor. "Is there anything else that you would like to ask me?" asked the doctor, to which Sam responded with a shake of her head. The doctor nodded, "then if you need anything just ask the nurse, and the button is right there in your left." With that final statement, the doctor walked out along with the nurse following close behind.
As they left the room, Sam turned back to Freddie and noticed that he was still holding her hand. Her heart fluttered and a blush crept into her cheeks. She let go of his hand and instantly regretted it as she reached for the switch on the side of the bed to lift up her bed. Freddie looked a bit awkward and decided to pull up the chair he had previously been sitting on up to her bed. They both sat there in an uncomfortable silence until Freddie decided to take the initiative and speak first. "So how you feeling?" asked Freddie. Sam stopped looking at her nails and gave Freddie a blank stare. "How do you think I feel?" responded Sam, "I just got told that 2 years of my life were spent in a hospital bed." "Sorry stupid question," said Freddie, "but at least you're awake now. Better yet you remember what happened rather than having forgotten everything. I hear that in most comas people tend to forget parts of their lives and it takes a lot of time to remember." Freddie finally looked up from staring at his shoes and noticed that Sam was still giving him a blank stare. "Wow dork," remarked Sam, "you really know how to cheer up a patient. Why don't you go spread the rest of joyful information with the rest of the coma wing?"
Freddie gave a small smirk at her comment which confused Sam quite a bit. Before she could ask him about it, he answered it for her. "Great to see that you're sense of humor hasn't changed after a two year nap" said Freddie before being cut off with a load growl emanating from Sam's stomach, "and neither has your appetite, so it would seem." Sam tried to glare at him but couldn't help grinning at seeing that he was still trying to get a one up on her.
There was a knock on the door as a nurse came in with a tray of food. Sam immediately pushed Freddie away and reached for the rolling tray that held all of the food the nurse was bringing with her. Freddie chuckled a bit and grabbed the tray and placed it in front of Sam for her to eat. She lifted the cover and instantly covered it up again. She reached over and pinched herself and then lifted the cover again.
"What the hell is this?" asked Sam to no one in particular. Freddie looked at the food and noticed it was a dry piece of chicken with some red seasoning on it, a dinner roll, and a whole lot of vegetables. "It looks like food to me Sam" answered Freddie. Sam glared at him once more, "This isn't food" said Sam gesturing to the plate in front of her, "If it was food, there would be ham and lots of other meats along with it. Not some dry chicken that looks like it can make a hole in the wall if you throw it hard enough." "Don't over exaggerate, it can't be that bad" remarked Freddie. Sam picked up the chicken and chucked it as hard as she could to the wall in front of her. The chicken left a dent in the wall and fell to the ground.
Freddie walked over to the wall and inspected the dent before turning back to Sam with a look of shock on his face. Sam planted a smirk on her face and crossed her arms in front of her. As Freddie pick up the rock disguised as a chicken, Sam face changed from the smirk to a puppy dog pout. As Freddie dropped the chicken in the trash he turned and saw the look on Sam's face. Fear ran through him, a fear that he had not felt in over 2 years, and at the moment he noticed that he really didn't miss it. Then again maybe he did miss it a little bit.
"Why are you giving me that looked?" asked Freddie, fear evident in his voice. "I'm hungry Freddie" began Sam, never once faltering to keep the pout on her face, "can you please." "No" interrupted Freddie. "Please Freddie, all I want is a tiny bit of ham." Freddie tried his hardest to not break under the pressure of the pout but failed miserably as he let out an exasperated sigh. "Fine, I'll get you the ham." Sam's face instantly turned into a large grin before she began barking orders. "Ok" began Sam as if she was placing her order at a drive thru window, "I want ham, and lots of it. Also while you're at it get me some fried chicken, a few low-fat fat cakes, an full rack of ribs, some more ham, because I'm sure that what you think is a lot is not enough, a smoothie, strawberry splat if you can, French fries, and to top it all off a pizza."
Freddie looked at her with wide eyes and was about to make a comment before she cut him off by saying "Oh and make it a full pizza not one of those personal size ones because they never fill me up." "What does fill you up?" remarked Freddie under his breath hoping to not be heard, sadly this wasn't the case. "I heard the Fredwierd, now for that I also want 3 hot dogs with chili, and 2 burgers as well with everything on it." Freddie dropped his head and sighed. He reached behind him and pulled out his wallet. He looked through it and noticed that he had about 80 bucks, "Hopefully this'll be enough" said Freddie before walking to the door and leaving the room.
Sam lay back against the bed and decided she would kill time by watching some TV. She looked around and found the remote hanging on the wall behind her. She reached back and grabbed the remote. She spent a few minutes channel surfing before finding Girly Cow playing and chose to stay watching that.
About 20 min into her third episode she heard her door open again and saw bags of food attached to a pair of legs. "It's my dream come true! Food that follows me wherever I go" thought Sam. As the bags got closer she noticed that there was a body attached to the legs and saw as Freddie began to place each bag of food across the tray that Sam had in from of her. "Oh it's just you" said Sam disappointed that her dream hadn't come true.
Freddie looked at her with a face as he placed that last of the food on the tray. "I wasn't able to get you a pizza because I ran out of money" said Freddie. "It's ok, I really didn't want it or the burgers or the ribs, or the hot dogs or most of it really. I just wanted the ham" said Sam as she raided through each bag looking for the wonderful meat that came from the greatest animal ever to be made in to meat, the pig. As she finally found it, she ripped apart the evil packaging and attacked the ham as if she was a wild animal. Freddie looked at her with shock and anger, having been sent on a wild chase for food and costing him the last of his paycheck only to realize that he didn't have to do any of it. He walked over to the chair and dropped down onto it, still glaring at Sam the whole time.
Sam finally opened her eyes as the ham had almost completely disappeared from her plate. She saw the look on his face and gave him a large grin before continuing to devour the ham. When she had completely finished all of the ham, leaving no evidence of it ever having been in the room, she sighed contently and leaned back into her bed. "Thanks Fredwina that really hit the spot" said Sam. Freddie sighed as he came to realize that this was the closest he was going to come to getting any appreciation from Sam.
Freddie felt something hit the top of his head and saw as Sam was preparing to launch another fry at him. She froze in the motion of pulling her arm back and opted to thrust the fry into her mouth rather than let it fly. "You want?" asked Sam with a mouthful of fries as she gestured with the container full of fries. Freddie got up and reached over to grab a fry and put into his mouth, but as he reached for another he saw it vanish from in front of him as the container was pulled away Sam. "I didn't mean to get so many dork, one should do enough for you" said Sam. Freddie reached around and was able to snatch a few before returning to his seat with a smirk on his. That smirk disappeared from his face as he was hit by a rush of fries and then the container that once held them.
As Sam continued her eating, she looked over at Freddie and noticed that he had cleaned up the mess of fries, and was now focused on the books he had apparently brought with him. "I'm bored" commented Sam in whiny voice. "That's so sad" replied Freddie in a monotone voice, never once lifting his eyes from the book he was reading. "I know, so why don't you entertain me then, tell me a story" responded Sam. Freddie lifted his eyes from the book and stared at her. "You can't be serious" said Freddie. Sam decided to go with the puppy dog pout again and once again Freddie cracked. "Ok, what would you like to hear?" asked Freddie. "Well how about telling me what's happened for the last 2 years." Replied Sam.
Freddie closed his book and looked to be thinking really hard about what to say. "Well," began Freddie, "I'm in my junior year now, and of course pretty high in the class." Freddie was about to continue but noticed that Sam had fallen asleep. He got up and removed the tray from above her and dragged it back over to the wall. He went back to Sam's bedside and saw how peaceful she looked. He only hoped that this time she wouldn't be asleep for so long.
He went over to his stuff and reached into his jacket, behind the chair, and began looking through the pockets for something. After a few seconds he withdrew a cell phone and began walking towards the door of the room. He made a few calls and then walked back in, picking up his book again and going back to studying.
Sam awoke to some whispering and turned over in her bed. She looked towards the front of the room and saw two shadows near the doorway. She tried to listen in but couldn't quite make out what they were saying. As they began to move closer into the room she could finally make out their faces and noticed that it was Freddie and Carly.
Sam began to get excited and was about to sit up and say hi to her best friend when she saw Carly, who was walking behind Freddie, reached out and pulled him towards her. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. What happened next caused her entire body to go stiff and caused her to shut her eyes in disbelief. Carly had stood up on her toes and gave him a kiss on the lips.
A/N – Yup, my first cliff hanger. Sorry. I'll try to update as soon as humanly possible. So review and tell me what you think, whether I should continue or kill it before I butcher the best show on cable television. Thank you all!!!