A/N: Thanks to all who reviewed. :) I'll start the next chapter now, and here's the real shocker. Oh, and Sam's a bit OOC this chapter. But who wouldn't be, finding out your boyfriend is blind?


iCan't See You

Chapter 2: Time Goes By


I started to panic, blinking several times. Sam was silent, but I knew she was still there because of the weight of the bed. "S-Sam?" I asked, my voice hoarse, but she could hear the fright in it. I know she could. I was petrified.

"I...I'll go and get a nurse," Sam said and that was the last thing I heard from her before I heard footsteps rushing out. She must of seen something too, because she sounded scared.

"Hmm." A few minutes later, a nurse, a female one, was sitting at my bed side doing some kind of tests. I could tell Sam was in the room, I just didn't know where. I was glad, I really didn't want her to leave right now. I know I sounded like a chicken but hey, I guess anyone has a right to be in this situation, right?

"What's wrong with him, doc?" I could hear Sam's voice, and couldn't help the small smile that came onto my face. But what the nurse said next made it fall instantly.

"I'm afraid, Ms. Puckett, that Mr. Benson here, is blind."

I heard no reaction from Sam whatsoever. It was hard, I wanted to see her face, but couldn't. All I saw was black.

"Is...is it permanent?" she whispered.

The nurse stood up. "I don't know yet. We'll have to do further testing to find out," the nurse bid Sam farewell before leaving. I thought Sam might follow her out, but I didn't hear a second pair of footsteps behind her. She stayed.

I swallowed the lump that started to form in my throat. Damn it, no! I wouldn't cry, especially not in front of Sam. She already thought I was weak. Running from hobos, getting hit by cars, getting blinded....

I blinked my eyes furiously, feeling them starting to sting with tears. It was as if I was trying to demand them to let me see. I stiffened when I suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around me.

"S-Sam?" I whispered hoarsely, and felt her lips on mine again. Like last time, the kiss was sweet, gentle and soft. I could feel her hand going into my hair. Since when did Sam grow a soft side?

"It's gonna be alright, Benson," I heard her say softly, blinking unseeing eyes as I felt her hand resting on my left cheek. "If it's not permanent, we'll help you see again. And if it is..." she paused, I could tell she wasn't sure how to finish that sentence. But instead of finishing it I felt her hugging me tighter, and another lump formed in my throat. I was so close to crying, but I refused. I didn't want to cry in front of her. She already thought I was weak.

I felt a hand smoothing out my hair, and it sounded like she was smiling, if only a bit, as she spoke. "Freddie," she spoke softly. "It's okay to cry, you know."

It was as if something had broken inside me, because the minute she said that, I felt tears forming in my eyes again. I hated feeling and looking so weak in front of her, while she was so strong and courageous. But still, I cried.

It felt nice, being held. I wasn't crying loudly, but there must of been a lot of tears because I felt Sam's shirt starting to get wet. I blushed slightly from embarrassment, but she oddly didn't seem to mind. She hadn't punched my arm yet, so I take that as a good sign. She kept my head resting on her shoulder, and I let myself cry, not able to stop until the last tear had been shed.

I blinked my unseeing eyes up at Sam, wanting to ask something that I had been wondering for a while. When I was sure I had calmed down enough so I could ask the question and she would understand it, I took a deep breath.

"Sam... how long was I asleep?"

My voice was still hoarse, man did I need some water. But water could wait. I wanted to know this first.

I could really feel Sam tense up. She gently let go of me and placed my head back onto the pillow slowly. She sat on the edge of my bed again, taking hold of my hand. I had no idea why she was being this way, I figured I had only been unconscious for a few days at least. It couldn't be anything more, right?

"Freddie...I'm not sure how to tell you this but," I heard her take a deep breath in as well before letting it out. "The doctors tried everything they could to save your life that night. The fact that you're even still alive, talking to me is a miracle according to them," I didn't see it, but Sam had wiped a tear from her eye as she said this. "They weren't sure when you were going to wake up after the surgery, and when you hadn't woken up for at least three days, they were afraid you were in a coma. They did some tests, and it proved you had indeed gone into a coma, Fredward." My mind was swirling with so many thoughts by this point, I barely registered the fact that Sam sniffed every now and then, as if on the verge of tears. That was not like Sam. She never cried. "Freddie....you've been in a coma for three years."

I blinked again, laying there, tensing instantly. "What? B-But, when Carly came it, it sounded like it's only been a few hours!"

"She was probably only trying not to worry you so soon after you had woken up," Sam told me, and I felt her take one of my hands. "We heard of the crash on the news, and when we saw that you were a victim... I..." she took another deep breath. "I don't know. Something felt different. I just knew I had to get to you as soon as I could."

"What about my mother?" I asked. Of all things that popped into my mind, she was one of them.

I heard a small laugh. "She's been spending a lot of time with Spencer lately. When she found out you were in a coma, she took it worst of all I think. She went into some sort of shock, the doctors said. Spencer was the one to knock her out of it."

"But she's okay now, right?" I asked.

"Yeah. She'll be more than happy to hear her little Fredward is awake," I heard her tease slightly, making a slight baby voice, and I couldn't help but blush slightly in embarrassment.

This was a lot of information to take in, and Sam must of figured that too, because she hadn't told me anything else. She sat on my bed for a few moments, thinking I guess, before she turned to me.

"Are you hungry or thirsty at all, Freddie?" was her first question. I nodded quickly.

"Thirsty," I replied, my voice hoarser from using it quite a bit after not using it in over three years. Sam leaned over to kiss my cheek before starting to walk out. "I'll be right back with some water then."

I nodded, relieved to have been finally getting something to soothe my slightly sore throat.

TBC

A/n: Betcha didn't see that one coming, didja? Thank you for all your kind reviews, keep them coming it makes me update that much faster. Yes, the whole story will be told in Freddie's point of view. It's the first story I've ever written where the whole thing is written in first point of view, so yeah. :) Enjoy it from Freddie's perspective. This will be updated along with iHave Been Bitten, which is sadly almost finished. I don't PLAN on going over 20 chapters, but if it happens, hey. :)

Later Days.