Chapter 7: Walter Reed
The flight couldn't have lasted any longer, and to Sam it felt as though it dragged on for days, though it was only a few hours by military craft. It reminded her of the cargo plane that she had taken with the iCarly gang when they had gone to perform the show in Japan, years ago. She would gladly have taken that ride again though 1000 times over, with the possums, and the parachuting over having to deal with the inner hatred and guilt , it was her that drove Freddie to the brink of madness, then into the very face of death. She wouldn't lie any more, she loved him more than she could say, and even though she didn't think she could just break up with Chris and get with Freddie, that would be deadly for her, since Freddie would know that she had only come to this realization out of guilt, and Chris would label her a whore, the path ahead of her was undecided. However, she knew now that she would never leave Freddie again, unless he told her to go, and even then he'd have to beat her off, she had betrayed her own true feelings, and him, and would be by his side until he was better, and then as long as she could. Death do us part.
Spencer had called Carly and Griffen, who were headed over from Los Angeles, while he, Sam, and Ms. Benson had taken a military transport to DC to visit Freddie. Upon hearing the news, Lewbert had even extended his condolences, though he did so with copious whining, his nasty mole quivering as he pushed through the repulsive task of making himself say something nice. They arrived at JFK, and were taken by government vehicles to the hospital, where Freddie was currently undergoing surgery, so they were informed.
"I must see him now! Are you sure they're keeping him clean?" squealed Ms. Benson, at her wits end, her worst fears nearly realized, her precious baby boy having come to harm.
"Yes ma'am, he's being worked on by professionals, and he should be out of surgery in a couple of hours. Don't worry," Replied one of the military doctors, trying to console the rabidly protective mother.
Within a few hours, Freddie was out of surgery, and waking up, and once he had come-to, Ms. Benson practically busted down the door to get in to see her son, and the wailing and tears on her end, mixed with scolding were heard throughout the hospital, to Freddie's dismay.
Sam's stomach was turning, now her fears had taken another angle, what if Freddie didn't want to see her? She being someone who, he both loved, and yet felt intense hurt because of…she couldn't bear to think of what she might do to herself if he rejected to her. Life wouldn't be worth living. No amount of Bolivian bacon was equal to his love. Why was I so stupid! She kept asking herself, her guilty conscience like the Spanish inquisition, turning her over a spit, questions and insecurities kept flitting through her mind, like great blood sucking mosquitoes. The insecurity was unbearable, and sucking her dry of her energy and will. She needed help- someone to talk to. Melanie? Carly? She would be so embarrassed. Maybe it was time to stop hiding it though, the secret relationship, to come clean might make things easier to bear, and at least then someone could give her some clear guidance. She knew she could always trust Carls to be her friend, she didn't know if she could take the ignominy of admitting that she had loved and lost? There was only one way to find out.