I don't own ICarly sadly. I hope you liked my last chapter, I know it was intense. Also before I continue I want to give a little shout out to my reviewers, the first ones ever who told me to continue, so thank you so much:

Greenpenguin 15

Ultimatereader 14

Angelickid595

..123

Natyrox97

And especially iicarlyy-Ness and CouldIBeMoreRandom. Thanks so much guys you are all in my heart!

Carly's POV

I watched the car slam into Freddie and Sam, and saw them fly to the side. The car screeched to a stop. I ran toward them, dialing 911.

"Hello, 911 operator what is you emergency?" came a cool female voice.

"My emergency is that my friends were just hit by a speeding car! Please send an ambulance to 413 apple avenue, Seatle!" I cried. "Ma'am are they unconscious?" the voice asked me.

I finally go to them. They weren't moving. "Yes! Oh God! What if they die?! PLEASE HURRY!" I screamed.

"They are on their way, please calm down," the voice said. I thanked God that this place was close to the hospital. I could already hear the sirens as the ambulances sped toward us.

"Sam? Freddie? Are you guys awake? Please be ok," I sobbed. Blood was pooling around Sam's head, and blood came from Freddies mouth. His eyes were open, but they had rolled back into his head. His neck was in a abnormal position.

The ambulances drove up, and they were loaded in. I jumped in my Porsche and followed them. We went to Harborview Medical Hospital. I watched them wheel Sam and Freddie to surgery. Tears rolled down my face as they disappeared.

I feared that they would die. I couldn't take it if Sam died, and Freddie was so sweet. There was love in that kiss, even I could tell. I pulled out my purple Motorola rival, and called Spencer.

"Yo little sis! Hows the party?" he answered. "Spencer! Sam and Freddie were hit by a car! You need to come!" I cried. "Where are you?" he asked. "Harborview Medical," I sobbed. He hung up.

I waited in those little cushy chairs that waiting rooms have. It had been an hour. Spencer hurried in, wearing duck sweats, and a T-shirt with Mickey Mouse on it. I sniffled at him.

He went to the desk. "Sam, and Freddie! Are they OK?" he demanded. The lady pursed her overly red lips at him. She was chewing gum Her big blonde hair was curly and a bit frizzy. She had big… but she was thin, so I detected plastic surgery.

"Look, baby-cakes," she started, popping her gum. You could hear a southern accent. "That little girl over there," she pointed at me as she said girl. Though it sounded more like "Goil".

"Yea she has been on my case for the past hour!" she popped her gum again. "I don't know nothing, sugar," she said angrily. "The doctor will come and tell you what is going on, so puh-lease! Just sit down, and wait," she kind of did that head thing, wear you roll it on your shoulders.

He came and sat beside me. "Someone is grumpy to-DAY," Spencer muttered. I gave him a look. "No, she is just a big bio-tch. A mean-" "Watch it Shay," he interrupted me.

I blushed, and another tear slid down my face. He rubbed my back.

Sam's POV

I woke in a bed. I looked around, but my head ached. I saw Carly asleep in a chair. "Carls?" I whispered. Her eyes fluttered open. Her brown hair was a tangled mess, and her eyes were red.

"Sam! You're awake! Thank God!" She cried running toward me. "Freddie," I whispered. She fell silent. I looked at her.

"Where is he?" I demanded. "Freddie is in the ICU," she admitted. "He took the main hit. When he tackled you, the car hit him more than you. You cracked your skull, but Freddie snapped his neck.

"Sam there is a good chance that Freddie will die," she took a deep shuddering breath. "He broke his arm, leg, his neck, and his pelvis. He wont wake up either," she told me.

It felt like someone punched me in the stomach. "And only my head cracked?" I said in disbelief.

"No. You broke your leg, and your hand," she said. I laid my head against my pillow, allowing a tear to roll out. "It's my fault," I whispered. Anger flashed over her face.

"Yea Sam. Actually it is. Normally I would try to comfort you, but you're absolutely right. If you didn't run from him. If only."

Carly left the room. Another punch in the gut. I stared at the ceiling. A nurse came in.
"You're awake! Great! Do you need painkillers?" she asked. I was in immense pain. I shook my head, though it caused pain to do so.

If Freddie was suffering, so was I.