I don't own iCarly. I would like Nathan Kress as a birthday gift though.
Carly P.O.V.
I sat on the examining bench in the doctor's examining room. All around me, I saw white and metal but even the metal was colorless. The bench was cold and when anyone walked on the floor, a loud screech could be heard. I think I'm gonna go insane. Then the doctor walks in.
Thankfully, it was a female doctor. She was very pretty and tall. If I'd seen her on the street, I'd have been sure she was a model. Her red hair ended at her waist and was very curly. She wore glasses, but it just added to her beauty. The doctor also wore a white headband, which matched her lab coat. It rather looked like a crown.
"Good afternoon. I'm Dr. Smith." She closed the door and went to the sink to wash her hands. She dried them and turned to me. "Do I know you?"
"I don't think." A knot was forming in my stomach.
"No, I think we've met before." She tapped her pinky finger on her bottom lipped and looked me over with her eyes. I was becoming very uncomfortable. "It'll come to me. Now let's see your chart." Dr. Smith walks over to where the nurses put the charts.
"Ms. Carly Shay." She reads my name then looks into open air. "That's it!" She snaps her fingers in triumph. "You're Carly from that web show 'iCarly'!"
"Yeah, I am." I say really embarrassed.
"My kids love -and I mean love- your show. It's all they ever talk about at dinner." Dr. Smith smiles with the thought of her children.
"Really?"
"Oh yes. Carly danced like this, Sam said that, Freddie zoomed in on a foot wart." She starts to laugh and then looks at me. Her laugh slowly stops.
"Why are you here Carly?" I don't know what to say.
"I . . . uh . . . have been throwing up a lot . . . and. . . uh . . . have been using the bathroom a lot." I can't look at her. Her face just reminds me of the things I'll face if I am . . . you know.
"I see. Well come with me please." I follow her out the room.
Carly's Apartment Building. . .
Somehow, I'm home. I have no idea how I got here. Oh well it's not important what's important is the fact that I am indeed- I can't say it! This is one of the worst days ever. I unlock the door and walk in.
"It's about time you got back!" Spencer yells from the kitchen.
"What?" What's he talking about?
"Freddie told me that you guys met up at the library and that you'd gone to the store." Freddie? He said he wouldn't come home until 4:30 and how did he know that I told Spencer I was at the library?
"Uh, yeah. I had to get something. Is Freddie here?" I walk to the kitchen.
"Upstairs. I thought for dinner we'd order pizza." He said as he added a purple ball to his latest sculpture, which is a sculpture of different sized and colored balls in a three-dimensional sphere.
"Sounds good to me. Tell me when you're ready to order it. I'll be upstairs."
I head upstairs to my room. Why was Freddie upstairs? Maybe his mom went out to refill her First-Aid kit. With the size of that thing, I would imagine that it takes forever to refill it. I enter my room thinking that Freddie was in the iCarly studio, but instead he was sitting on my bed, with his back towards me and hunched over. I drop my book bag at the door.
"Freddie?" I walk down the side of my bed, his back still facing me.
"How long?" He doesn't move.
"What?" What's he talking about?
"I said 'How long?'" He still doesn't move. I walk to the other side of the bed and stand next to him.
"What are you talking about Freddie?" All of a sudden, he gets up and shows me that in his hand, is one of the pregnancy tests that I put in my drawer. I turn to see that that drawer is open.
"How long Carly?" His face is stern.
"Why were you looking through my drawers?"
"How long?"
"Why were you looking through my drawers?" We stare at each other with the same expression.
"Fine. I've noticed how you've been acting strange lately and thought that I might fine something in your room. Now tell me how long?"
"You have no right to go through my things!"
"You have no right to hide something like this" he shakes the stick "from me! Now how long?" I shake my head in defeat and sit on the bed.
"I took them yesterday and today I went and got a checkup." Freddie remains to stand.
"And?" I look up at him.
"What do you think?" He hits his head.
"I can't believe you didn't say anything to me!"
"Why get you excited for something I was unsure about?"
"That's not the point!"
"Then what is Freddie?! What's the point?!"
"You should have told me." He throws the test on the bed, picks up his book bag and storms out of the room, slamming the door.
What now?