Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly, sadly.

"Hey! Wake up Fredward!" Sam said laughing as I woke up from a nap on the beach.

"Sam…" I said groggily.

"What?" she asked laughing.

"It's early." I mumbled.

"No it's not. It's the middle of the afternoon and you've only been asleep about a hour." She said.

"Oh." I said smiling.

She leaned down and kissed me. "Come on, let's go somewhere."

"Where?" I asked.

"I don't know, somewhere random and fun." She said grabbing onto my arm and pulling me up from the beach towel I was lying on.

"Okay…." I said.

"By the way, you should put a shirt on. Not that I mind if you don't." she said grinning.

I was in my swimming trunks, so I didn't have a shirt on.

"You don't mind if I put a shirt on?" I asked.

"No, you have a nice six-pack." She said.

"Oh really?" I said smugly.

"Yes you do. Now come on! Let's go!" she said.

"Alright, alright." I said putting my hands up in defeat.

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Ten minutes later, Sam and I were in the car driving towards downtown Honolulu. I was in the drivers seat.

"So where to?" I asked.

"Let's go to…" but before Sam had a chance to answer I looked up to see a truck coming right at us, and Sam screamed.

The truck slammed into us, head on. The last thing I remembered was Sam grabbing onto my hand.

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My eyes came open and I felt oddly numb. I looked around at my surroundings. The white walls of a hospital came into view. I looked down and realized I was lying in a hospital bed with a hospital gown on. Then, everything came back to me. The truck heading for us, and Sam grabbing onto my hand. Sam! Oh no, please no. Please let her be all right.

A nurse walked into the room. "Sam, is she okay?" I croaked desperately.

She looked at me. "You're awake finally. I wasn't sure when you would come out of it."

"Please is Sam Puckett okay?" I asked almost to tears.

"Oh the girl that was in the car with you?" she asked.

I nodded. "Yeah."

"She's in intensive care." The nurse answered.

"Will she be okay? Please tell me she's going to be okay." I asked desperately.

"We're not sure yet." The nurse answered. I hated her lack of emotion.

I choked back a sob. "Can I go to her?"

"Not yet. You're still recovering. You only got a broken arm and some bruises. But you were unconscious, so we had to keep you at the hospital." She answered.

I couldn't speak. Sam had to make it through this. I loved her so much, she couldn't… I couldn't even bring myself to think about it.

The nurse left the room and felt the tears running down my face. This wasn't happening. I kept crying, drifting in and out of sleep.

Then, finally a man came into the room. "Freddie Benson?"

I nodded. "I'm Dr. Smith. I'm here to check on you."

I nodded again. "Do you know if Sam Puckett is alright?" I asked quietly.

"She's asleep right now. She got a concussion, but they're pretty sure she'll make it." The doctor said.

I sighed in relief. "Is she you're girlfriend?" he asked.

"Yeah." I said.

"Well you're doing just fine. You can go see her. I'll have a nurse push you up to her room in a minute."

"What do you mean push?" I asked.

"You're to weak to walk all that way." He said.

"Oh." I answered, wishing I could just get up and walk there myself.

A few minutes the same nurse from earlier helped me into a wheelchair and she pushed me out of the small room. She didn't say anything, which was fine with me. I stared at the other people, but the only thought in my head was Sam. Thank goodness she was all right.

We finally got to her room and the nurse wheeled me up next to Sam's bed. The nurse left and I looked down at Sam. Tears were running down my face. She was really pale and one of her arms was in a cast. She had bandages all down her arms. She had a long bandage running down the side of her face. Even with all of that, she still managed to look beautiful. Her blonde curly hair was fanned out and the pillow behind her. I grabbed her limp hand. Then, I heard a voice behind me.

"Freddie! Thank goodness you're okay!" a hysterical voice yelled. I turned and saw my mom standing there bawling.

"I'm fine." I managed to say.

She ran up and threw her arms around me. "Oh Freddie…" She said sobbing.

I hugged her back, but I truly wanted to just be alone with Sam, willing her to wake up.

My mom pulled back and looked at me. "Do you love Samantha?" she asked.

I was shocked at her question. How would she know? "Yeah." I answered looking down at Sam, wishing I could see those blue eyes.

"Freddie, she'll wake up. Don't worry." She said softly massaging my shoulders like she used to do when I was little.

"I hope so." I whispered and I leaned down and kissed Sam softly. It hurt so much, that I didn't feel her respond to my kiss. But, I knew she was fighting.

A/N: I decided to put a twist in there! Thanks for reading and please review!