Sam's POV

I felt so light and full of air. I could breathe!

I opened my eyes and saw Freddie and Spencer sitting in some chairs. "Sam. Sam? Do you remember what happened?"

I was about to answer Freddie, when I realized that I was in the hospital and I had an oxygen mask on over my mouth and nose.

"Where's...Carly?"

Freddie looked over at Spencer and he pulled back a curtain that was to the right of me.

Carly was in the same boat as me really, she had one of these oxygen masks on too. Her arms were pretty badly burnt. I went to sit up, but Freddie stopped me.

"Sam, be careful. Your arms and chest are really burnt and you've got an IV in your left arm. Let me help you." He took the remote for the bed and made it sit up.

"Ms. Puckett, how are you feeling?" A doctor walked in, his nametag read 'Dr. Noah'.

"I've probably been better."

Dr. Noah read his clipboard then looked at the IV drip. "Are you able to breathe a lot better?"

"Better than being in that fire."

"Well I ask that because- if you think you are ready, you don't really need the oxygen mask anymore."

I tried pulling it off with just my right hand. Realizing it was a two-handed job, Freddie took it off for me and handed it to Dr. Noah, who put it in a basket attached to to machine controlling my IV.

"When's Carly gonna wake up?"

"I'm not sure. You woke up quicker than we expected, Ms. Shay could wake up any minute, but it could be as late as tomorrow afternoon."

"Ya got any fried chicken? Or ribs?"

"Sam!" Freddie gave me a shut-up look.

"Mama's gotta eat."

"Ms. Puckett, why don't you rest up a little bit more before you indulge in various meats-."

"Oh, that reminds me. Bacon also sounds awesome too."

"Sam, seriously?" Freddie apparently wasn't going to get me food anytime soon and Spencer was spacing out. I couldn't imagine what he was going through. It was the second time in a month that Carly was in the hospital- let alone the second time in a month that Carly almost died.

"You've been out for a day so-."

"A day?!" I shot up in bed and yelped in pain because the burns hurt so badly.

"Ms. Puckett, the fire at your school was yesterday. So yes, you've been unconscious for about a day. I recommend you try and get some more rest."

"Is Carly gonna be okay?"

"Well, giving it to you straight…We almost lost Carly in the ambulance." No wonder Spencer's upset. "But, as long as she wakes up soon, she should be just fine… I should probably be getting to checking on my other patients, get well soon Sam."

Freddie's POV

Sam finally woke up. I didn't think she would, but the doctor did say that it would be a day or two. I could tell she would be okay, when she started asking about eating meat.

I feel so bad for Spencer. He just keeps looking for Carly, hoping she'll wake up.

It's also totally different. Carly's not in a coma, she's just unconscious. She will wake up, it'll just take some time. I know she's gonna be okay.

I wonder how Sam's feeling. I bet she probably feels bad. Underneath all of her layers, she's still human.

"Sam, let's watch some TV." I turn it on, only to find it on the news. It's announcing that Sam and Carly ares still in the hospital with burns. It obviously hasn't had time to update, because it also says that both Carly and Sam are unconscious. I quickly change the channel to find that Girly Cow is on (followed by Celebrities Underwater).

"Do you think it's my fault?" Sam looks at me as I sit next to her watching the show.

"No. No, I don't. You skip class to eat food all the time! Yesterday was out of the blue. It's not your fault."

"Okay…" Sam's eyes start to flutter. "Freddie?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm so sorry. For everything."

"You don't have to apologize."

Sam was really starting to fall asleep now. "I...ruin...everything."