Spencer's POV
Carly stayed in the hospital for a week longer. She regained her strength and her leg healed as well. When it was time to leave I brought an outfit for her to change into. Sam and Freddie had school, so I brought Carly back to the loft.
As we entered the loft, Carly was in awe. "What happened to our old apartment?"
"We moved into the loft when Dad enlisted, remember?"
"Oh, yeah." Carly sat down on the couch.
Then, the door burst open.
"Food!" Sam called out as she headed for the fridge.
"Mind if I get ready for iCarly?" Freddie asked me. He had a bunch of cords in one hand, and his camera in the other.
"You know, I don't think that's the best id-"
"Great, thanks!" Freddie ran upstairs.
"Or good ahead...Life's great!"
Sam finally took her head out of the fridge. There was a half-eaten salami stick in her hand.
"Where'd you get a-"
"I brought it over, so I'd always have something to eat."
"What's iCarly? And why is she eating our food?" Carly seemed upset.
Sam plopped down next to Carly- with her mouth full. "It's our web show. We're doing it tonight actually."
"A web show?" Carly's eyes lit up. "Can I do it Spencer?"
The doctor did say she should go back to her normal routine. "Uh, sure?"
"Sweet! Let's go get ready Carls!" Sam took Carly's hand, and they went upstairs.
Sam's POV
We went up to Carly's room on the 2nd floor.
"Wow! This is my room?" Carly walked around the room in amazement- just like the first time.
"Yep, it's pretty cool…" I took another bite of my salami stick. Maybe I should leave some bacon here…or ham.
Carly turned around to face me. "Wait. What happened to my old room?"
"It, uh…it burnt down."
"That's so sad."
Carly found an outfit to wear in her new techno closet designed by Freddie.
"Um…do you mind?"
"Oh yeah…sure! I'll meet you upstairs?"
"Kay."
Freddie's POV
Sam entered the studio. "Carly's getting changed. She'll be up in a minute. Set up the remote buttons for the show?"
I tossed the remote to Sam. "Yep. Did it when we got here."
"Nerd." Sam gave me a face. I gave her one back.
"I'm here- and wow!" Carly was (again) in awe of the loft.
"We start in two minutes."
"What do I do?"
I hadn't thought of that… "I'll set up a script player. I'll have the laptop face you, and it'll show the script so you can read it."
"Then the viewers might see the stuff."
"Sam, why do you always have to bring negativity into everything?"
Sam groaned. "My life is negativity!"
"Why?" I didn't realize how bad it was for Carly until she asked me that.
I set up the script reader and the show at the same time. "We start in 5...4…3…2…"
"I'm Carly."
"I'm Sam."
"And this is the everything is backwards show! Or show backwards everything!"
The show started out smoothly. Then…
"So tell the viewers out there why hobos are really homeless?"
"Because they don't have money and they don't have a job. It's actually quite sad."
I could tell that Sam was upset. "No. It's because man boobs and squirrels collided. Causing a hobo milkshake!" Sam hit the laugh button
"How is that funny?"
"We wrote it okay?!" Sam yelled.
Carly teared up and ran out of the room.
I turned the camera toward me. "iCarly will be cancelled 'till further notice. Sorry." I turned the camera off. "Clear."
Spencer's POV
I was watching the (lame but funny) Dingo Channel, Carly ran downstairs in tears.
"What's wrong Carly?" I hugged her.
"S-s-s-Sam y-yelled at me. I didn't get the joke. I didn't know!"
Once Carly had calmed down, I realized I needed to talk to Sam and Freddie. "Why don't you go into your room and finish your schoolwork kay?" When Carly was recovering in
the hospital she had done most of her makeup work.
"Kay." Carly took the elevator.
Sam and Freddie ran downstairs just as the elevator went up. "Is she okay?" Freddie asked me.
"She's just upset."
"I didn't mean to-"
"Look." I had to just get this out. "You guys need to stop coming over."
"You're kidding right?" Sam spoke. The two were obviously upset.
"No I'm not. Stop coming over here got it? It's causing too much stress for her."
"But the doctor-," Freddie still liked Carly- I just knew it.
"Screw what the doctor said…" I sighed. "It just didn't help.
