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~Chapter Three: On the Edge of a Cliff Named Death part 2

Sam was away from me in a room somewhere in this ER and me and mom was in the waiting room. I was so scared and worried for Sam. I had no idea why this happened, one moment she's fine doing what she loves best and the next she's unconscious? What did I do? Is she going to be okay? What if she's not? What if she never comes back? It's my entire fault! I chickened out from kissing her! I should have just kissed her and this would have never happened! What if I never get another chance? What if that was my one chance and I blew it? What if— "Freddie?"

"What!" I reacted horribly as my mother interrupted my anxiety.

"Excuse me, young man?"

"What mother?" I asked her in the politest way I could for a nervous, petrified, about-to-throw-up state of dilemma I was in. "Weren't you going to call Sam's parents and Carly and Spencer?" Oh god, that's right! I better call them!

"Uh…yeah…" I replied, reaching for my phone in my right hand pocket. I first called Carly and Spencer, they were more important to Sam than her mother was anyway, I figured. I speed dialed The Shay's home number and Carly picked up. "Hey Freddie" she answered. "Hi Carly, is Spencer around?" I asked. I wanted to make sure he wasn't doing something like drinking milk while showering, or jogging at night with his head-light cap.

"Yeah, he's sculpting right now. Is something wrong?"

"Uh, yeah! I, mom, and Sam are at the hospital!"

"What? Why? What did Sam do to your mom?"

"Nothing, Carly! Sam's the one who's in the hospital!"

She gasped. "Freddie, what happened?"

"I don't have time to explain right now, just you and Spencer get here as fast as you can and I'll try to explain everything, okay?"

"Okay! Yeah! We'll be right over there!"

"Okay thanks Carly, good—"

Before I could finish Carly hung up the phone, I figured she was scared to death for Sam. So was I. Then I called Sam's home number. "Hello?" a male's voice answer, Pam probably had a boyfriend over. "Hello, I need to talk to Pam Puckett please"

"Who is this?"

"Sorry, I'm a friend of Pam's daughter"

"Pam has a daughter?"

"Yeah, Sam Puckett. She has two actually, I think" I was still a little confused about the whole Melanie thing.

"Pam never told me she had a daughter. She's never been married, I think you have the wrong Pam, sorry" I rolled my eyes, if Pam's doesn't care enough for Sam to tell the truth I have no right to talk to her "messenger" I just hung up without saying anything else. I sighed; now what are we going to do? There's no way Sam can afford this. She's 16! Has no job…"Freddie, don't worry about it. I'll use my insurance" mom spoke up. I was surprised for her to say such a thing, I thought it was in my head at first since I was going crazy, but I looked at mom and she had a earnest look on her face. "Huh?"

"I'll pay, Fredward" Gah, what does she have to say my birth name aloud in public?

"Okay" I sighed. I sat down beside mom and buried my head in my hands. It felt like my stomach was turning over and over and never stopping, like I was falling into a black hole that went on for eternity, what if Sam was out of my life forever? Gone. Just like that. With me never knowing what caused it? Other than she slept in my room that night. How am I going to live with myself? "Freddie…Benson?" I heard a familiar voice. The nurse entered the waiting room, the one who said she would inform us one everything earlier.

"I'm Freddie Benson" I stood up; I took in a shaky, trembling breath and slowly let it out. I looked at her face; I couldn't tell if it was bad or good. I was ready to hear it, although I kind of didn't know if I wanted to or not…

"Sam is still unconscious. Her heart pace is slowing down so much, we're not entirely certain what to do now. She's lost 6 pints of blood" I gasped… 6 pints? If someone loses 4 pints they could die… Oh my God… it's my entire fault! Tears started to swell in my eyes, the room and the nurses' face started to get blurry, I couldn't hardly see my eyes we're so full of tears.

"I'll let you know if anything else comes up" she politely concurred to me. I tried to stop the tears, I didn't want to look like a big baby crying in public like this… but how could this happen to me? Why me and why Sam? Well, I know why. For one, I let that guy rape her even though I knew it would happen, and on the other hand, I never kissed her.

I would never be able to close my eyes and get swept away tasting her kiss; her sweet, lingering kiss. The next time I see Sam, she'll be lifeless, her soul will be taken away from this Earth and I'll never know what it's like to see her come up to me in school with a smile on her face, playing little practical jokes and torturing me… which I always took out of proportion.

I'll never know what it's like to wrap my arms around her petite but yet, perfect body when I hug her, I'll never see those dazzling blue eyes again. They'll be shut out from my sight, when I see her next at her funeral.

"Freddie," I heard mom's voice as I felt something touch my arm, probably her hand. I walked away from her and sat down; I buried my head away from people's sight where no one could see me crying silently.

", I'm so sorry, maybe something will happen—maybe—"

"Oh what do you care? You'd rather see Sam burned alive! And I know I'm not speaking in a respectful tone but I don't care! You've never been nice to Sam! You've never shown her any love and now she's dying and you don't even care!" I started to walk away from the waiting room and find somewhere to be alone.

"Freddie…" she started to follow me.

"Leave me alone! I can't look at you anymore!" I avoided seeing her hateful face as I walked away and into a strange hallway. I found a medal bench as I took a seat and just cried, tears came out endlessly and snot was dripping down my nose. I was constantly drying my face off with my now moist shirt. I tried to contain my cries to come out silently but the pain was just too insufferable.

"Freddie!" I heard Carly's voice. She came in where I was. I wonder how she found me. "Carly?" I asked. "How did she find me?"

"Your mom told me you came over here. Spencer's taking with her," she saw my tear stained shirt and my reddened eyes.

"Oh my God, what happened?" she asked.

"Sam's lost 6 pints of blood and they don't know what to do" I sobbed.

"Oh my God" tears started to come into Carly's eyes too.

"What are they doing?" she asked.

"I don't know… they don't know what to do and her heart has slowed way down…" I shook my head, still crying. Carly sat beside me and hugged me, I hugged her too as we both said nothing, we just cried for Sam. Sam was the best friend ever, and now she's dying of unknown causes. The worst way for Sam to die.

"Mr. Benson! There you are!" I heard the nurse's voice again; I looked up and saw her come over to me and Carly.

"Sam's heart has stopped beating at least 3 times, we've tried shocking her back but no real progress has shown. We've gave her a blood transfusion and the catheter is still in her arm though. Tell us when to take it out." It's hopeless. It's officially hopeless. Sam's gone.

"Can we see her?" Carly cried.

"Yes of course, she's on the last room on the right" the nurse pointed in the hallway we were in. Wow, we were in the hallway there were working on Sam the whole time? She left us alone so we could see Sam in quiet. Here it is. The last time I'll see Sam without having on a dress she hates crowded around a room of people who she hates. Except me, Spencer, and Carly of course. I and Carly walked into the room, it was empty. The room was dark and cold. There she was. My heart jumped to throat, I almost threw up seeing Sam like that. She was all alone now, except for her best friends who would die for her. She had another bandage wrapped around her head and she did have a catheter in her arm, she was wearing hospital clothes and she was lying completely still. It was unlike to see her so still, she was like a mannequin, her face and skin was slowly turning lighter.

She was motionless and limp. We both took a seat near the table.

Even though I knew it would kill me, I reached out and I touched her hand and just when I thought I couldn't cry anymore—I did. I took her fragile hand and grasped it in mine. It reminded me of all the times me and Sam has held Sam when she was alive and energetic, spontaneous and creative, and a fun, amazing friend. It wasn't that many times we've held hands. I wish there were more, why did I have to screw this relationship up?

"Sam, I'm so sorry" I sobbed. What else could I say? When Sam came to me last night, maybe I should have sent her to Carly; she would have taken better care of her than me. I'm such an idiot; I shouldn't have let her leave that night in the first place.

"Freddie, it's not your fault" Carly cried.

"Yes it is! She came to me before iCarly the other night and showed me a note. It was a threatening note that she was going to be raped and do you know what I did?"

Carly shrugged.

"I let her go, I sent her home! The rapist knew where she lived and he raped her!"

She gasped. "Yeah I know and he tried to kill her! And there she was at my doorstep so hurt and in pain and it was my fault! I couldn't see that she came to me because she wanted a friend and protection and I just let her leave!"

"What did you do?" Carly asked.

"I wrapped a bandage around her head and made a bed for her in the floor with an air mattress. She woke up this morning so… Samish again and then while she was eating breakfast with me and mom… she fell into her plate and this happened—while she was trying to talk to me…just like she tried to talk to me about being raped" I cried, as I told more of the story more tears poured onto my face and fell on my shirt and in my lap.

I didn't care if Carly was sitting beside me, I leaned over and kissed Sam's forehead. "I'm so sorry. This should be me" I buried my head in Sam's shoulder and took in as much as her as I possibly could. It really was the end of Samantha Puckett, my friend who I always was in love with but never realized. "Freddie?"

"Yeah, Carly?"

"Uh…Freddie….that isn't me" Carly replied.

"Then who is—AHH!" I screamed! Sam was alive! Her eyes were open and looking into mine! "Sam!" I screamed again. Her eyes were opened and she was backing away. She was scared too; I'm surprised she didn't have a heart attack. The desire came again, and I didn't let fear overpower me. I took Sam's face in my hands and brushed my lips against hers, not having a care in the world.