Chapter 9 Unconscious Thoughts
Hello my readers! (wow. That was REALLY old-librarianish of me.) Anyways, here is Chapter 9. Sorry I didn't update last week! I was kinda busy and ALSO I had a tiny bit of writers block for the next few chaps. Anyways, ENJOY! (Oh yeah, and this is FINALLY a decent sized chapter! 1,216 words LOL)
Disclaimer: Last time I checked, I was just a 12 year old girl. That should be enough.
SPOV
I felt weird, as if I were floating inside a dream-bubble type of thing. I had no idea if I was dead or alive or somewhere in between. And I NEEDED some form of a meat product soon! Where was I? I wasn't at my house, that was for sure. At least I'm not at school, but I need some ham NOW. I launched into a reverie of the delicacy (haha dreaming in a dream) until a voice cut deep into my thoughts. It was familiar, but I couldn't quite tell who it was or where I had heard it before. UGH! All thoughts of ham aside, (AN wow that's a first) I focused on the voices and where they were coming from. Maybe they could give me some clue as to where I was; to who I was.
FPOV
A few seconds later, I awoke on the hospital hallway floor to a steely-eyed grey-haired doctor staring down on me. Oh, this couldn't be good...
"What happened?" I managed to ask, rubbing my slightly sore head.
I felt a bit dizzy, and struggled to prop myself up into a sitting position. I knew it would be a while before his reply.
"You fainted after hearing the news of your friend Samantha Puckett. Are you alright?" the doctor asked, although he was showing no concern whatsoever. His sentence sounded more like a nonchalant statement than a question.
All the memories of last night came crashing back in a wave of remembrance. My vision blurred a little, but I was able to sit up.
I heard footsteps, and all of a sudden, Carly rushed through the door.
"What happened? I heard a noise and-" she was cut off by me.
"I... um... I kinda passed out after hearing about Sam." I replied a tad sheepishly.
"Oh my God! Are you okay? Is SHE okay?"
"I'm okay," I replied, pulling myself off the ground and brushing off some dust. "But she isn't." I added sadly.
SPOV
Okay, that's it. Who are these people? How do they know my name? Why are they talking about me? Why can't I remember anything?
FPOV
"I'm sure she will be fine," the doctor said, trying to calm me down in his usual bored tone. I had started almost hyperventilating in the hallway. "She's a strong girl, she'll pull thr-"
That was it. I was fed up with this guy. He was practically ROLLING HIS EYES at me while announcing my best friend's death! (AN practically. Freddie is over-reacting here.)
"I'm sure you say that to EVERYONE don't you? WELL GUESS WHAT? Sam will be FINE, despite you MOCKING her. She's strong. Because she has something to live for. She has me and Carly and Spencer and iCarly." I exploded, panting hard after my rant.
The doctor seemed dumbfounded, because for once he was speechless.
CPOV
Okay, he was taking this too far. I mean, I know the doctor was a bit crazy, but that doesn't mean Freddie had to go all psychopathic on him! I would intervene, but I know that Freddie has this anger building up inside of him, and I would rather he take it out on the psycho Dr. Geoffrey (who admittently KINDA deserves it) than me or Sam. (who don't) And I STILL don't completely know what's wrong with Sam! I SERIOUSLY hope she is okay. She has to be...
SPOV
As soon as he said iCarly, it all came crashing back to me. FREDDIE? What is HE doing here? And where is here? ARGH!
FPOV
The doctor moved on, apparently unfazed by the problem I had caused. "Your friend has a few broken ribs (which pierced her right lung) a broken wrist, a sprained ankle, and a nice sized gash on her forehead. She will need an operation for her rib if she ever gets stronger. It's lucky you were there or she may have bled to death. Samantha is in pretty bad shape."
Well no shit! She just was hit by a freakin van! My god, I need to get out of here before I start yelling at random nurses and slapping doctors. I know my outbursts are partly due to lack of sleep and emotional trauma and all that; but wouldn't you be upset too? This is my best friend, and this doctor is saying how she might die so nonchalantly!
"Samantha is in a coma. We don't know if she will ever come out. She only has a 20% chance of living.," he said in his usual bored tone.
FPOV
20%.. That statistic kept racing through my mind, and I couldn't speak or do anything else. 20%...
CPOV
20%...
After a good 10 minutes, I somehow managed to squeak out, "When can we see her?"
The doctor answered.
SPOV
Oh. My. God.
I was in such a shock that I couldn't even think for a fee minutes. I'm in a hospital! (Hey, I'm not THAT stupid!) I might die. I might never tell Freddie that- ... Oh hell. I'm in a COMA for God's sake! ...that I love him. There. I said it. (Well, not really, but you get what I mean!)
Finally, I got over my initial shock, and although it was still there, my fear tuned down a little and the real me came back. Only 20% huh? Well guess what. I'm going to defeat all odds of their stupid '20%' theory. And not just defeat it; I'm gonna kill it. What has math ever done for me anyways? There was a one in a billion chance that my mom would end up to be some slut. Statistics are never correct in my life! And then a thought hits me.
There was a one in a billion chance my dad would leave. There was a one in a billion chance he would die.
FPOV
After finding out the visitors hours and sensing there was nothing else to say, I spun on my heels and walked out of the hall to the waiting room; not bothering to offer a goodbye. Carly followed close behind.
I didn't want to leave her there; believe me. I know that I cannot see her until tomorrow, and I'm POSITIVE they won't let me 'camp out' here. Plus, those chairs are uncomfortable!
CPOV
"Do you think she'll be okay?" I asked timidly, still in shock.
"Yeah, I mean this is SAM PUCKETT we're talking about; the girl who knocked out a 300 pound truck driver with only a gallon of milk. She'll survive this." he sounded lost in memories and deep regret, but at least he had recovered his ability to speak.
"Do you want a ride home? Spencer will drive us." I asked politely, hoping he would say yes. I needed someone to talk to.
"No thanks," he replied. "I'm going to walk back. I need some time to clear my head." My heart sank a little. I needed a friend, but I could also see that he needed some time alone; to think about the past and sort out his feelings, so I let him be. We exited the doors and I watched him walk all the way down the street until he disappeared before I called Spencer to pick me up.
So, did you like it? Do you think these chaps are too much about Freddie's feelings? (There will be some of Carly's in Chapter 11.) However, if you think about it, the girl that he loves AND is his best friend is in the hospital. He witnessed her get there, and he thinks that he has royally jacked up his life because if she dies he can never tell her how he feels. (wow. If that wasn't confusing I don't know what is.) So, answer that question in a review if you care! Chapter 12 or 13 will get us moving into the action, I swear!
So Sam only has a 20% chance of living. HMM… What will happen? Nobody knows… OH WAIT! I do! *evil cackle* And if you want to find out, REVIEW!