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"You just had to give me the flu too, Fredstick," Sam grumbled as she fed their son.

"You kissed me!" Freddie retorted.

"You didn't tell me you had the flu," Sam said, rolling her eyes.

"I told you we should've gotten shots," Freddie said as he laid in the large bed in the back of their RV, completing an assignment for his Advanced Video Recording class. Sam and Freddie had both contracted the flu, and were working in shifts to take care of their son Curtis. Lucky for them, it was almost time for bed.

"Well, what do you expect for two poor college students?" Sam sighed as she began rocking Curtis. "Carly and Gibby just had to go on a trip to Rhode Island this week."

"What'd they even go there for?" Freddie frowned. "I'm surprised they had the time to go."

"Carly was told that there's an obscure fashion store there," Sam said simply. "Gibby finished his latest nubby soap making project early."

"Who creates a college for formulating new soaps anyway?" Freddie asked as he typed away on his laptop.

"This place is full of wackos," Sam said. "Some skunkbag cut me off when he turned out of that crotchety supermarket on the south side of town yesterday."

"What a jerkwad," Freddie yawned. "I would've plowed right into him."

"Yes you would've," Sam nodded as Curtis fell asleep.

"There he goes," Sam said as she placed him into his small crib behind one of the dinettes.

"How long are Carly and Gibby supposed to be in Rhode Island?"

"Till Monday," Sam yawned as she climbed into bed with Freddie.

"They're staying an awfully long time to go to a fashion store," Freddie said.

"Gibby wants to try fishing," Sam told him. "That'll be a huge success."

"Didn't he say he likes flounders?" Freddie asked, closing his laptop.

"Yeah, but Carly 'forgot' to say that flounders don't swim there," Sam told him.

"Poor Gibby," Freddie said.

...

The next morning, Sam woke up to the usual smell of fresh bacon and her Pearphone ringing.

"Hello?" She said groggily.

"Gibby's hurt," Carly said on the other line. "He got bitten by a poisonous eel. He-He's in surgery."

"How bad is it?" Sam asked.

"They said he might die, Sam!" Carly shouted as tears began to roll down her face. "I can't lose him! I shouldn't have let him go diving!"

"Do you need us to-to come?" Sam asked. "I don't have any more classes this week and Freddie can turn in his nerdy recording assignment digitally."

"Yes, please come. I'm all alone," Carly whispered. "We're at the Memorial Hospital in Providence."

"We'll be there in about two hours," Sam told her.

"Thanks, Sam."

"No problem, Carls," Sam said as she hung up.

"What happened?" Freddie asked.

"Gibby went scuba diving and got stung by an eel," Sam told him. "Carly wants us to come down."

"I still have to turn in my Advanced-"

"I'll drive, you nub," Sam cut in. "So you can finish that nubby paper of yours."

By early afternoon, Sam and Freddie had driven their car to Providence and were sitting in the waiting area with Carly. Freddie had completed and turned in his assignment before they arrived.

"I just hope he's okay," Carly sobbed. "What if he's paralyzed? What if he can't talk or hear anymore? What if he dies? What if-"

"Shhh," Sam comforted. "Everything will be okay."

Just then, Gibby's doctor came out into the waiting room.

"Is the Gibson party here?" The doctor asked, looking around.

"Here," Freddie said as they jumped up. "How is he?"

"Luckily, we were able to administer an antidote quick enough so that he won't die," The doctor said. "His other injuries from the actual bite are being treated. We'd like him to stay with us for another week or two to make sure everything is okay."

"Absolutely," Carly told her, having composed herself. "Can we see him?"

"He's in room 296," The doctor said.

Carly, Sam, and Freddie rushed to room 296, where they found Gibby laying in his hospital bed. Carly immediately kissed his lips.

"You're okay," She said, beginning to sob again.

"I am," Gibby said. "Where's my mom?"

"She's on her way now," Carly told him. Then she turned to Sam and Freddie. "Do you mind if you could pick her up from the airport for me?"

"Sure," Freddie answered, leaving with Sam.

"Aw man, this means I won't be able to help make any new soaps for a few weeks," Gibby said miserably.

"Aw, don't worry, Gib," Carly said, patting his shoulder. "You'll be making some of the best soaps in the world after you're all better."

...

"That was pretty close," Freddie remarked as they drove to the airport.

"Yeah. As much as that nub annoys me, I guess I'm glad he's alright."

"It would've been horrible if he died," Freddie said truthfully. "I'm sure Carly will never let him go scuba diving again."

Sam sighed. "What would you do if I died?"

"I'd cry my eyes out and be very depressed," Freddie said truthfully. "But, I'll protect you."

"I'm usually the one doing the protecting in this relationship," Sam chuckled.

"I know, but I don't know what I'd do without you. You're the greatest thing that's ever happened to me, Sam. After Carly and I broke up I knew you were the girl for me, and you always will be."

"You'll always be a total sap, that's for sure," Sam said, blushing.