A/N – Heya peoples. Like I said before I AM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT. I all honestly too many things got in the way. Work and my in decisive mind added up to some majorly bad writer's delay. But here it is the next continuation in iMissed A Lot. Do enjoy as always. BTW, excuse and grammatical errors, I wasn't able to fully proof read.

Disclaimer: Don't own nor do I plan on owning iCarly. Sorry, Dan is way too good.

Chapter 9

Sam awoke to the sound of beeping coming from a machine on her left. She looked around the room and found it to be empty. The whole scene began to seem all too familiar. She saw the needles in her arms and began to panic looking around for any sign of life. A doctor came in to the room and called her by her full name. "Well hello Ms. Samantha Puckett, how are you feeling today?" asked the doctor as he approached the monitors to check on them.

Sam just looked at him with confusion written on her face, still not fully registering what was going on. Things began to become clearer as memories of a smoothie dropping and a loud scream returned to her. She looked over at the doctor as he began to check her vitals by hand, while repeating the question again. She remained silent the entire time, not finding her voice.

After a while the doctor chose to just let her be and leave her alone. "If you need anything just push the button on the remote for a nurse." With those final words the doctor left the room, leaving Sam to her thoughts. She continued to wonder what happened but could not find a way to speak so that she could ask someone. She still felt tired and couldn't keep her eyes open any longer, so she opted to turn over on the bed and go back to sleep.

She awoke to the sound of arguing coming from a girl and a guy. She couldn't quite make out the conversation but it was somewhere along the lines of 'Carly not believing that a guy would hurt some other girl like this.' Freddie let out a grunt never noticing Sam tossing and turning on the bed. He was far too angry with Carly to focus on anything but her. "He did it" argued Freddie, "he was the only guy with Sam that night. He even offered her a drink! It's not that hard Carly!"

Carly shook her head refusing to believe it, "Carter seemed like a nice guy." "Carter?" questioned Freddie, "Glad to know you got his name." "Well I needed a ride home and he was kind enough to offer, he even asked me to tell Sam that he was sorry" retorted Carly. Freddie looked about ready to blow but luckily was cut off by a knock on the door. The two immediately shut up and waited for the doctor finish his work. Carly not wanting to give Freddie his chance to talk walked out of the room.

Freddie seemed about ready to chase her down but finally noticed Sam moving in the bed. In the blink of an eye he had made it to her bed side. She turned her head to look at him and smiled. "Hey dork" she said causing Freddie to chuckle. He lifted her hand and kissed it before replying "Glad to see you awake again." She just laughed at his tenderness with her and gave him a light slap on the cheek. "Oh, I'm not done torturing you yet" she replied. They stood there watching each other before the doctor chose to clear his throat.

They split apart and turned their faces away from each other. They both turned to the doctor with beet red faces and waited for him to speak. "Well Ms. Puckett," began the doctor, "I have already informed your family members of the situation and so now it is my duty to inform you." Sam looked at him quizzically before motioning for the doctor to continue. "It seems that your black out was caused by dehydration. Now what we're having trouble determining is the cause of this dehydration. Now I have something to ask you but I don't know if you want to discuss this in front of anyone" he said before looking at Freddie. Freddie got the hint and was about to leave but Sam got a firm grip on his hand and didn't seem like she would be letting it go any time soon. "No" stated Sam, "you can ask in front of him." "Ok," continued the doctor, "I need to know if you've been abusing any drugs recently. The symptoms you've experienced are comparable with those of drug abusers. I" Sam interrupted the doctor by raising her hand, "No, I don't touch drugs doc. So you better come up with another excuse."

The doctor looked over at her and closed his mouth thinking something over. "I was afraid of this. It would seem that you're friend may have had a point" said the doctor, pausing at the end. "I'm sorry to tell you but it would seem that someone drugged you." The words hit Sam pretty hard, she might have been drugged. She'd heard the stories on tv of girls getting drugged at a bar but she had never thought it would happen to her. "You're very lucky that you have your friends or some really bad stuff could've." "I think that's enough doc," interrupted Freddie, "she got the point. If that's all I think we would like to be left alone." Sam looked over at Freddie and saw the angry look on his face. The doctor felt a bit insulted at the rudeness of the boy but decided to make his leave choosing not to strike back.

"He's right you know," commented Sam once the doctor was out of the room, "it could've been so much worse." She sat up, pulled him closer and wrapped her arms around his before whispering into his ear, "Thankfully, I had my knight in shining armor to rescue me." He smiled at her and leaned forward. Sam mirrored the action but was displeased when she felt his lips make contact with her forehead. "Go to sleep Sam, you look tired and I'll be here when you wake up" said Freddie before gently pushing her back into a laying position. She tried to fight it but her eyes became droopy all too quickly and she was out within seconds.

She awoke to a bright light in the room. Looking around the room she found that it was morning. It had already been one full day since she arrived. She looked around and found the room empty, no Freddie was what was really important to her. She was about to get out of bed to look for him when she heard the door to her room open. Hoping it was Freddie she was disappointed to find that it was the doctor instead. "Well good morning Sam, how are you feeling today?"

The doctor's cheeriness was beginning to get to Sam, anymore of it and she would probably have to be confined to this bed for throwing up so much. She never responded to him but the fact that her eyes, well really a glare, were following he took as a sign of everything being fine. He checked her chart and the monitors and bid farewell. Just as he was about to walk out in walked Freddie with a large brown shopping bag. "Good to see you Mr. Benson, and what do we have here" interrogated the doctor. He opened the bag and saw the fat cakes which caused him to shake his head.

"Sadly, Ms Puckett is on a strict diet so I cannot allow these in here" responded the doctor before taking the bag out of Freddie's hands. "I'll see you later Ms. Puckett to see if you're ready to leave" called out the doctor before he closed the door and the left the teenagers alone. Once the door was closed Freddie turned to Sam. She had a sad look on her face, seeing as a massive supply of fat cakes just walked away from her. Before she could speak, Freddie began walking into the bathroom and came out with another paper bag from the bathroom.

Sam smiled brightly as Freddie walked over to her with the bag. Freddie chuckled at the doctor's stupidity, "Someone told him about the food you ate last time you were here. So I had to get a little more creative with getting you food this time." "What was in the other bag then?" questioned Sam. "A little surprise for the doctor" said Freddie with a large smirk planted on his face. There was a loud shriek coming from the hall and Sam could only assume the doctor had found his surprise. She laughed and began to dig into the bag.

Later that afternoon the doctor allowed her to be released. Interesting thing was that he now had a large red mark on his hand. It would seem like something had snapped closed on it. He didn't mention anything about it and just bid Sam farewell before returning to his rounds. Freddie spent the afternoon with her and took her home. They arrived at their home and Sam immediately made her way to the couch. Freddie just smiled and made his way over to her.

They sat there for the night until they both fell asleep. Sometime in the middle of the night Freddie awoke to find Sam cuddled up with him. He smiled down at her before deciding to pick her up and take her to her room. Tomorrow would be another day and if Sam was feeling up to it, they would be enjoying it before the studying began. As he picked her up from the couch she wrapped her arms instinctively around his neck.

As he made his way up the stairs he heard Sam begin to mumble in her sleep. He didn't think much of it till he heard his name leave her lips. He smiled as put her down in his bed and struggled with her kung fu grip. When he finally got her arms off and onto her bed he heard what sounded like a moan escape her lips. Freddie shook his head thinking he was just imagining it until he heard her moan his name.

He leaned his head a bit closer to hear her more clearly. All the while she continued to get louder he kept getting closer to her. "Oh Freddie," Sam whispered, "get those dirty thoughts out of your head and go to bed already." He gave her a confused look before he felt a kick to his stomach that caused him to fall onto his back. Sam sat up and gave him a smile as he laid there on the floor. "Good Night Freddie," she said to him all the while keeping the smirk on her face, "and don't forget to turn the light off."

He began to get up and glared at her before walking towards the door. He took one last look at her face and let the glare slip off and smile at her. No matter what happened she would always be who she was and no event would change that. He let a small smile pass his face before he switched off the light and made his way to his own room.

After changing into his sleep wear, Freddie got into bed and stared up at the ceiling. He began to run through thoughts of the past couple days. He didn't think he could take any more of this fighting with Carly. He'd been able to convince her that he wasn't trying anything with her best friend but he knew it was only a matter of time before another situation arose. He really did love Carly, after all so many years of pining after the same girl doesn't just go away in instant. The problem was he didn't know why it was he loved her anymore. She wasn't what she used to be, she had basically become another face in the crowd, nothing that made her stand out to him.

Sam though, now that was a different story altogether. I mean if you really looked at it she was still the same person she was years ago but no matter what she was still unique. She had beaten the odds and come out of a coma most had deemed permanent. She had recovered from the shock of years having passed that others said would take at least a year to happen. She had opened up to Freddie so as to cope with what was going on. Then, after being drugged, was able to recover and back to her normal self within a day. No matter what the world threw at her she beat the odds, always.

So why did he care so much about Carly? He knew for a fact that he cared about her but was it really that he was in love with her. He wanted to be her hero when she had been depressed but now that she was safe he didn't really want to be with her anymore. It all seemed so confusing to him. He would have to think it over he told himself, but in reality his mind had already made up its decision, he just needed to accept it for what it was.

A/N – So there you have it, the seed of doubt has begun to grow. And how much longer will it take for it blossom into a Seddie romance, only I know. I will try to update regularly but cannot promise anything because I don't want to disappoint. So until next time, it's been real its been fun and yes it has been real fun. LATER DAYS!