Freddie blinked and the first thing he noticed were a bunch of lights blaring in his eyes.

"Where am I?" he asked. For a moment he was worried he had gone the wrong way on his journey and had landed in heaven.

"Room 4 of the Northwest Hospital & Medical Center," someone said.

Freddie blinked again and looked up. The next thing he knew, the iCarly gang and his mother was hugging him.

"Oh my god, we didn't think you'd make it!" Carly said.

"You almost killed us, Fredward!" Sam said.

Freddie rubbed his forehead. Time travel could give you a headache.

"Almost?" he asked, smiling faintly.

"Ok!" the doctor said. "Now that everything's good, may I speak to Freddie for a moment?"

"What's wrong?" Freddie asked.

"We're gonna be keeping you in the hospital for a few more days," the doctor explained. "You've got a broken nose, a ruptured spleen (we'll give you some cranberry juice for that), a concussion, and a bruised stomach."

"Bruised...?" Freddie began to ask. "Those injuries; I..."

"I what?" the doctor asked, eyeing Freddie strangely.

"Were all those injuries a result of the car accident?" Freddie asked.

"Yes," said the doctor. "When you turned the car hit you in the stomach and spleen. When you flew back into that pole, you broke your nose and a concussion. It's a miracle you aren't screaming in pain."

Freddie muttered something explicit.

"Excuse me?" the doctor asked.

"Nothing," said Freddie. "Are you sure all those injuries were a result of the car?"

"Absolutely," the doctor said. "Anyway, you're staying overnight for 3 more days, then we'll discharge you."


Freddie sat in his bed. The rest of the gang had gone home, but his mother was sleeping on a sleeping bag next to him. She wanted to keep him company.

"Who knows what you might catch in that hospital?" she complained.

"But mom!" Freddie had said. "The whole point of the hospital is to get you better!"

"And the whole point of my life is to prevent you from getting injured, and look at you now!"

Freddie had wanted to say more, but there was no stopping his mother.

There was a knock on the door. A doctor Freddie had never seen before came in.

"Mrs. Benson?" the doctor asked. "I need to speak to your son for a moment."

"What?" Mrs. Benson asked. "Oh. All right."

As soon as she stepped out, the doctor closed the door.

"What's the matter now?" Freddie groaned. They had just fixed up his nose, and he wasn't feeling so good.

"Nothing," the doctor said. There was a strange ripping noise and he morphed into Aaron.

"You," Freddie said.

"My name's not 'yu.' If it was, it would be my last name, which would make my first name 'Ace', but you already know that," Aaron said, smirking.

"I guess so," Freddie said. He paused. "What's stopping me from dreaming?" he asked with hostility. "All of those injuries you gave me in limbo were caused by my car accident!"

"Says the doctor," Aaron said. "But think about it; that man you saw with the cards; that kid you saw telling you to have a nice trip, even though you were gonna hate it? You didn't dream all that up, Freddie. You're living in real life."

"I guess there's some truth in what you say," Freddie admitted, lying back in his bed.

"I owe you one, by the way," Aaron said.

"Why?" Freddie asked.

Aaron reached into his pocket and pulled out his card. "The boss signed my papers this morning."

Freddie took the card and looked at it. The D-Status letters in red had been changed to the highlighted in green words A-STATUS.

"I guess I do owe you one," he said, giving Aaron back the card.

"At any rate," Aaron said. "I've gotta go now. I've got better things to do than stick around."

"You just don't change, do you?" Freddie asked, smiling.

"Nope," said Aaron. "But this isn't the last time you'll see me. I'll speak to you again in a few days. In the mean time, please take this voucher and fill in the answers. I'll pick it up when I see you again." He took out a form and handed it to Freddie. Freddie stuffed it into his backpack next to his bed.

Aaron started to leave, then looked down. "Oh," he said. "Huh. Is morphing really sickening?"

"Not really," said Freddie.

"Good," said Aaron. He morphed into the most horrifying creature ever.

Freddie screamed like a little girl.

"FREDDIE? WHAT'S GOING ON IN THERE?" Mrs. Benson yelled.

"Sorry," Aaron said. He morphed into the doctor disguise again. "Everything's fine!" he said as he walked out.

"Ok," said Mrs. Benson. "Thanks anyway, doctor...Slive."

"Pleasure," Aaron said. He walked away.