iBecome a Private Eye
Disclaimer: Never have, and very possibly never will, own iCarly.
Author's Notes: Sam's new resolve! She gets her inspiration to hunt down Psycho Pyro Stalker. Will Sam Puckett's invincibility and luck help her here? Or will she need help? More importantly, why would you know this stuff? On with the epic!
Chapter 5: iPromise Vengeance
"WHERE IS HE?! WHERE IS MY FREDDIE?!?!?!?!?!?!" Yeah, if you hadn't guessed, that's the freaked out Mrs. Benson. I'm not listening to her though. My mind is still processing what happened at the school. Freddie... is hurt. He is not the kind of person that gets hurt. The kind you view as indestructible. I can't believe he's here, at Mid-city Hospital. That's only part of the problem, though.
Apparently the man at the door had claimed to see ME enter the building before the ambulance got there. I argued that I just got here, that that made no sense. Franklin believed me (did I ever mention how awesome that man is?), and managed to convince the police not to arrest me. The cops are suspicious of me, and all the other teachers are dead against me. Even the non-evil ones! How terrible is that?
And now I'm here, waiting with that psycho mom of Freddie's. She is, as you could tell from her outburst earlier, freaked out. And worse, she knows I'm the last person to have contact with Freddie (as far as anyone will admit). So, she decided to gently inquire me on what I know and what happened... okay, how many people believed me? None? Good, cause that didn't happen.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY PRECIOUS BABY, PUCKETT!!! YOU ARE GOING TO TELL ME RIGHT NOW OR ELSE....." At that point, she simply wasn't able to talk properly. Normally, I wouldn't care, but since it's Freddie's mom...
"Look, Mrs. B, I saved his life! He and I were on the phone, and someone hit him! It sounded real bad, and the way he looked on the way over here...," oh yeah, I forgot to mention I rode over here in the ambulance with Freddie. Normally, I would think that's awesome, but not with the dork in the back, hooked up to machines to keep him alive! "I just hope he's gonna be alright," Was all I could say.
Mrs. Benson (can I call her Marissa? Mrs. Benson is boring. Then again, so it she...) seemed to calm down a little. She merely sat next to me with a magazine. I started to read one, but just couldn't. My stomach was doing flip-flops and I was struggling not to move (Hey, this was a hospital, I couldn't pace!). Finally, after an eternity and a half, a doctor called for us.
"Family and friends of Fredward Benson?" He asked. I sighed impatiently. Impatience always gets the best of me.
"Yeah, now can we know how he is, or do we have to finish the Military Corp.'s Training Course beforehand?" Not the best thing to do, but when Freddie was here last time, when he saved Carly's life, I was just as rowdy and impatient. The doctor glares at me, obviously annoyed.
"Fine, Ms. Bossypants,". Bossypants? What is he, five? If this is Fredweird's doctor... no wonder he's so strange. Poor boy.
The doctor leads us to a room in silence. I know M. Benson (Yeah, I'm gonna use that from now on) is just as anxious about what we'll find as I am. As much as I hate to admit it, I'm scared for his life.
When the door opens, it's what I half-expected and half-dreaded. Freddie's lying on a clean white bed, hooked up to several machines. Although most of his bruises are still there, he looks less pale. I sit on the right side of his bed, while M. Benson sits on his left. I feel my heart stop as I gaze upon his unconscious form.
"Freddork," I chimed quietly. "Time to get up,". He didn't respond at all. That's when I realized how serious things were. If he was just asleep, or even unconscious, he would have responded in some way. I gently shook him, this time saying a little louder, " Come on Fredweird, we've got things to do. You can't just lay around all day. That's my job," Nothing. Not even twitch.
I tear up, and I can hear M. Benson crying behind me. The doctor explains that he is in coma, but I block him out after that. My mind keeps going back to when I first saw him being loaded onto the ambulance, when I thought he was dead. I never want to feel that again. But what's bugging me most is that my mind keeps reminding me this is my fault.
He was beaten into a coma...
He nearly died...
He nearly died... to save YOU from jail.
This is your fault... you should have been there.
Freddie's almost dead...
Thoughts similar to those keep playing in my mind like a recording. I feel guilty, something I rarely feel. I wonder where Carly is? She was right there when the Taco Truck ran over Freddie, so why isn't she here now?
"I'm sorry, Freddio, " I can't help it anymore. Salty liquid burns my eyes and runs down my face. Stupid tears.
"Sam," M. Benson, surprisingly, is the one who comes up to me with a comforting hand. She gently lays it on my shoulder, saying "It's not your fault,". It is, stupid woman! It's all my fault! Can't you see that?!
Suddenly, my pain and sadness turns to rage and hate. I stand up.
"Fredward Benson," I begin, trying to keep my anger in check. I take a deep breath and continue. "I know we're not the best of friends, but you were put in this state trying to prove me innocent of accused crimes. I'm scared that you will die here, and it will be partly my fault," I see M. Benson try to stop my to incorrectly say this ISN'T my fault, but I stop her with a hand gesture. "So, with Marissa Benson, crazy doctor, and God himself as my witness, I promise to solve this crime in your name, Freddie... it's the least I can do," The doctor wipes a tear at my speech, not at all bothered by the fact that I'd called him crazy. M. Benson looks surprised, but then smiles.
"Sweetheart," She began as sweetly as she possibly could under the situation, "You don't have to do this-".
"Yes I do!" I surprised myself by snapping at her, but continue in this direction in my typical voice style, "Listen, the world ain't all kittens and rainbows. This here," I gestured towards Freddie, "Is the proof. And who would now that better than someone like me? I'll get to the bottom of this, and when I do," I narrowed my eyes as a sudden rush of anger gets to me, "I'll get vengeance. Oh yes Freddie, you will be avenged, I swear to it!".
Okay, maybe that sounds a little crazy, but I was caught up in the moment!
The doctor eyes me and then left. I think he's determined that I'M the crazy one. M. Benson gave me a look of- wait, was that pity?!
Anyways, she's left. Just as I'm about to do the same, I turn to Freddie.
"Don't die yet, Freddork. I want to be able to tell YOU I won, not your grave.".
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