'Ello people of fanfiction! I'm in such a great mood today, and I have no idea why! Do you know that feeling? Where everything is just great. Maybe cause its Friday the 13th.. Contrary to most people, Friday the 13th is my lucky day!
Weird, I know- but its me sure..
Anyway, I just have to pint out one isty, bitsy tiny thing. Freddie's illness- it's not overly serious, cause that's not what the story's about, this fic is more about how he deals with it.
I should have pointed that out sooner, but since I'm the author, I already knew : )
Oh, and I do have a great song to recommend- nothing like the stuff I listen to, and has nothing to do with the story, but it a good song.
'Bless the Broken Road'- by Rascal Flatts. Its really good- listen to it before you judge it! I love it, and this is coming form someone who loves Fall Out Boy.. NickelBack.. You know the types! : )
So, go listen, and review telling me how great it is ; )
reviews are love you know!
Disclaimer- I'm not even going waste my breath. Or would it be energy, since I'm typing..
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Freddie lay back in his un-comfortable hospital bed, and stared at the pristine white ceiling. Unlike Sam, he hated, hated hospitals.
It was after all, where his little sister died. It was also where Freddie gave up his dream of becoming a doctor- if all the medical science around couldn't save his beautiful little sister, why should he waste his adult life treating people who weren't going to live anyway?
He might as well do something worth-while.
What? Freddie didn't know. Yet. But he was positive it would disapoint his mom. She always had big dreams for Freddie- her dreams in fact. Freddie hated the fact that she was one of those mom's who hadn't done what they wanted to in their lives, and felt they had to live out their hopeless dreams through their kids.
Its not that Freddie didn't love his mom- she just annoyed him sometimes.
Where is Sam?
He though sadly, bored out of his mind. Hospitals were so boring.. If he wasn't going for all these scary tests, he was being checked out by nervous nurse that smelled of disinfectant, or he was being looked at worriedly by his mom.
It was less than exciting, to say the least.
Of course, if the iditoic doctors would hurry up and tell Freddie what the hell was wrong with him, he could get outta here and get on with life.
Hopefully.
Freddie sighed.
It was days like this he really hated his life...
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She stood outside the run down hovel of a house, watching as the paramedics rushed towards the broken front door.
Blue lights flashed around, illuminating the normally dark, dank street. Loud, panicked voices yelled out, some more confident voices belting out orders, some simply screaming in horror.
It had been a long time since something had happened on this street. The real criminals lived in another, rougher part of town. In comparasin , this place was like Beverly Hills.
Just dirtier.
The teenager pushed her long curls out of her face, blinking back tears that would never come.
She couldn't cry. She didn't need to.
She had lost her mom, her real mom a long, long time ago.
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Freddie sat up as he heard voices outside his room.
Maybe they know what the hell's wrong with me..?
"So, you've tested him for everything?" a voice he recognized as his doctor's asked.
"Yes." the nurse replied.
"Celiac disease, HepC, H1N1, mellitus?" Doctor Harrington asked.
The nurse was silent.
"Nurse?"
"Um.. I didn't do the melitus test Doctor.." the nurse mumbled.
"Why so?" Doctor Harrington asked, a hint of anger creeping into his voice.
Mellitus? What the hell was mellitus?
"Then do it." the irate doctor ordered. "Now!"
His door was then pushed open, and Doctor Harrington walked in, flicking through the notes on his clipboaerd.
"How are you feeling this morning Fredward?"
"Its Freddie. And I feel like shit, doctor." Freddie replied.
What a stupid question to ask. How was he feeling? I'm perfectly fine Doctor. In fact, I really want to go run a few laps around the hospital- i just enjoy lying in a hospital, getting pumped full of drugs.
Freddie thought to himself as Doctor Harrington feed something into his drip.
Drip's were another thing he hated about hospitals. Whoever though of sticking a needle into a sick person's hand to get them 'hydrated' deserves to be shot or something. Having a needle, attached to a supposedly movable trolley thing was not a least bit fun.
Or helpful. If anything, Freddie felt sicker after someone had put something new into the stupid thing..
"Silly question I suppose!" Doctor Harrington laughed.
Haha. Hilarious, really Doc.
"Well, I'll be back around in a while to see how you doing."
Freddie rolled his eyes. "I'll be looking forward to it." he said sarcastically.
The middle aged doctor walked out before Freddie could ask him what the hell mellitus was.
So he was on his own again, staring at the ceiling. This day was just going so darn great..
"Fredward Benson, your looking like crap!" a bright and cheery voice interrupted his bored thoughts.
"Georgia? "Freddie sat up quickly, a little too quickly, and groaned.
"The one and only little bro'!"
Freddie beamed as his big sister sat down on the bed, beside his feet.
"Boy, if your contagious, I'm gonna murder you!" Georgia laughed, as she gently rubbed his feet like she used to do when they were younger, and waiting for their dad to get back from the base, or for him to come home with presents from yet another overly long mission.
The simple gesture brought back long forgotten memories of life when everything was right, when dad was around, when mom wasn't crazy and when he had the cutest little sister in the world.
Memories he had long since given up on dreaming of.
"How ya feeling?" Georgia asked, her accent a little different than last time Freddie had seen her. A little more Californian.
Freddie shrugged.
"Sick, bored, lonely.. Did I mention bored?"
Georgia laughed, her beaming smile brightening the stark white room, if only for a second. Everything felt a little better, a little easier to deal with when Georgia was around. She always knew what to do, what to say, how to act.
If perfection was achievable in humans, Georgia was perfect, in every sense of the word.
"Where's.. That girl from next door?" Georgia asked. "I though you and her were great friends."
"Were would be a bit more accurate there. "She's.. Not the person she used to be."
That was an understatement, really. Carly was nothing like the thirteen year old girl she had been when they had first started Carly. Recently, fame had gone to her head, and she had become a totally different person.
A sort of toned down, vainer Missy.
"How about dearest Samwich?" Georgia questioned. She had always had a soft spot for Sam.
"Right here George!" Sam said from the now open door, using the nickname she had given Freddie sister a long, long time ago.
Sam headed towards the slowly filling bed, and hugged Georgia tightly.
As Freddie caught a good look of her face, he noticed something. Not somehting to big, just something out of place. The rims of Sam's eyes were tinged a light pinky clour, as if she had scrubbed them, and howeevr big her smile was, it didn't spread to her eyes.
Her clear blue eyes had lost all their sparkle, and were dull, and sad.
Freddie made a mental note to ask her later, not wanting to spoil the reunion.
"And don't worry Frederly, I have your precious Stargate." Sam smirked, pulled a few box sets out of her backpack.
"Stargate?" Georgia asked. "Throw it on! Ooh! Season four, 'Window of Opportunity!"
Sam obliged, shoving the disk in the slightly crappy looking DVD player.
The three had just settled down for a good 'ol watch of the much beloved show, when a doctor walked in.
"I'm afraid you'll have to leave." Doctor Harrington said, pointing towards the two girls.
"I'm family." Georgia explained.
"Then, you'll have to go little lady." He pointed towards an unusually silent Sam.
Sam stood up, and grabbed her bag.
"No. Sam's family too." Georgia said tightly, giving the doctor her best death glare.
"Let her stay." Mrs Benson said quietly, sitting down on the already crowded bed.
"What's up doc?" Freddie smirked. He could resist.
"I have the results of one of your latest tests, and I am now able to diagnose you." Doctor Harrington began.
Freddie's heart lept- partly from nerves, partly from relief.
"Freddie, you have type 1 diabetes."
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SO, like I said, not a terrible illness that'll make hands and ears fall off. Don't kill me!
But, anyone who knows about diabetes know's that its something you have to manage, and live with so I thought it was a good basis for a story, because some people find it hard to deal with.
I'll explain more about diabetes in the next chapter, but for now R&R?
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