Sam's POV:
I don't know exactly what I will say to Freddie when I see him. I'm not even sure if he will come visit me. I screwed him over. There is no possible way that he will ever forgive me. He can't love me. Carly was right I screwed him up so badly. Surprisingly, I did wake up with the guilt. It was buried beneath me. I wish I never jumped. I remember how I told him I was sorry. I know I jumped but I just don't remember jumping. One thing I did remember was when Freddie tried to save me with mouth to mouth. For maybe a second or two I had awoken. I was too confused, the thought slipped away from me and my eyes did shut. I thought I would never be able to see any of them again. I just have no clue what I plan on telling Freddie. Remember how I said that I didn't do it for attention, well that right there was a big fat lie. I did do it for attention. I wanted him to like me for me. Now it is probably to late. He will never ever like a suicidal girl, like me.
Freddie POV:
I don't have anything to say. Except the fact that I am so nervous right now. I just don't know how to face Sam. I know one thing though. I will always love Sam. I still love her. I never stopped. I am the only person that understands why she jumped and yet I still love her. It is what makes Sam, Sam.
Freddie quickly went to the bathroom. He splashed cool water on his face. He wasn't ready to see Sam. He was scared that she would be mad that he saved her. Carly hadn't told him anything. So he wouldn't of known what went on in the small hospital room. Maybe Sam would forget everything, he thought. That was unlikely, the doctor told Freddie and Carly that she could remember. He quickly made his way back to this sitting area. He grabbed her flowers and the card. He took several deep breaths to calm himself down. Still his heart raced in unfamiliar beats. To him it was like a heart attack. He was about to face the one person that let him down for the first time in his life. He loved her, now he wasn't sure what to say to her. He still did love her, he just couldn't face her for the life of him. He quickly called Carly.
Freddie: Carly!
Carly: Yeah, what, is everything okay?
Freddie: yeah…I'm so scared.
Carly: Okay. Just remember it is the same old Sam. Just tell her everything that has been on your mind. Speak it all. Even if it will hurt her. She needs to know how you feel okay.
Just talk to her.
Freddie: Okay, okay. I will. Thanks Carly.
Carly: Yep. Just txt me as soon as you're done
Freddie: Okay. Bye.
Carly: Bye.
Freddie braced himself. Was he able to face her? Was he able to talk to her like nothing happened at all? He didn't know. He had the mind of a 15year old guy. Guys don't think. They just act. Freddie could just hope for the best. He quickly remembered the one thought that had bounded them as friends for all these years. He remembered when him and Sam were in the first grade. Freddie had just fallen off the slide because a bully other than Sam had pushed him. It was Sam who got the teachers, Sam who never left his side. Freddie knew she was scared. Freddie looked into her eyes and they were wet with tears. Sam never left his side; even when he was getting stitches, even when they said he would be fine. Even then Sam knew that you never leave a friend behind. Freddie remembered through it all that Sam had never let go of his hand.
This is what Freddie had to do now. He had to stick by her side, even though all he wanted to do was run. These were the reasons they still were friends, because neither of them walked out on each other. They waited while the rest of the world walked out. Freddie wasn't ready to walk out on Sam. He loved her. He couldn't let her go. He had to be brave like Sam. He had to pace himself. He slowly walked over to her room, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door. Only when he knocked he pretty much opened the door. He knew best friends didn't need to knock, they just walked in.
There she was, Freddie thought. Sam was lying on her back, sound asleep. Freddie quickly walked over to her. He sat the flowers near her bed and the card. He quickly found a chair across the room and sat down in it. He didn't want to stare at her too long, because then the tears would pour out of him. So he quietly sat and read a magazine.
An hour later, Sam's eyes finally opened. She looked at the flowers and smiled to herself. She was completely oblivious to the sleeping Freddie sitting in the chair across the room.
Sam looked at the card. She knew who it was from. She knew the hand that wrote her name by heart. It was from Freddie. She opened the envelope to find two friends holding hands. This thought reminded her of when Freddie had to get stitches. She just smiled to herself while she opened the card. There it was. It was the quote that made them stay friends for as long as they did. The quote that meant everything to her.
" I promise that when the rest of the world walks out, I will still be here waiting."
Which is honestly so true. Carly hadn't walked out of her life completely, but here it was two o'clock in the afternoon even though Carly had promised that she would come back today. She wouldn't come back. Sam knew that it was Freddie who was always with her in spirit. She knew that he probably just came by to drop it off, and left so he wouldn't have to face any kind of confrontation. Sam's eyes appeared on the remote that sat next to her. She quickly glanced at the TV and realized one small little thing. There he was. Freddie was sleeping underneath the TV.
Sam's POV:
I guess he really meant it that even if the world walks out, he will still be here stationed next to my side. There he was. I guess I'll just wait here and watch Jerry Springer while I wait for his brown eyes to open.