Author's Note: Look who's getting quicker and quicker: me! I don't have school this week, but does anyone else on here have school? If so, I'm sorry! You know what? I think this chapter will be all about the Seddie plot! Subplots will return after the week-long commercial break. And thanks to everyone who read, reviewed, authored, and favorited this story! Since I gave my author's voice a mini cupcake, I'm going to give you a picture of a mini cupcake! I'll post it on my profile.
Disclaimer: The seeing eye sees all and says that I don't, nor will I ever own iCarly.
~~Freddie's POV~~
Where is she? Where is she? Those were my only thoughts as I tried to see through the murky water. The seaweed didn't help much either, it kept clumping in front of me, and it seemed as if everything were purposely trying to keep me away from Sam.
The only thing I could see was a glinting gold light, shining apart from the darkness. I never thought about it at the time, but later I realized that a rock like that wasn't supposed to be glowing underwater. Suddenly, the sparkly golden rock disappeared, being replaced by a pinkish color. The color of flesh. Sam's hand!
I ignored my need to breathe as I pushed the seaweed away, bit by bit. To my surprise at first, then relief, I saw Sam in the water in front of me, unharmed. As it was hard to see, it wasn't until the last second when I noticed how close her head was to the edge of one of the cement rocks.
There was a dull thud as Sam's head slammed against the rock, leaving a gash where blood started streaming out. I panicked, and swam forward as fast as I could. Sam's eyes slowly opened, then closed again, covering the blue that matched the lake. Blood in water spreads far, so it was worsening my eyesight. I had to get Sam above water, and fast, as I was losing air myself.
Trying to be the hero, I picked Sam up bridal style, not caring that her blood was soaking my clothes, then kicked upward, feeling so close and so far at the same time. I was getting closer to the top, I could feel it. But all of a sudden, I realized that I wasn't as close to the air as I thought I was.
My main priority was Sam. To get her to shore quicker, I tried practically tossing her up closer to air, then kicking as fast as I could to repeat the steps. Each time I did this process, however, a bit of my energy left me, and blackness was beginning to creep into my eyes. "I'm not going to make it," I thought to myself. "I've failed both Sam and myself."
Just as I was about to lose consciousness, the faintest bit of hope, of sunshine, began to grow larger, shining through the water and giving me enough energy to break through the water and into the air. Gasping for air, I made sure Sam was still in my arms, and kicked towards the dock.
As soon as we made it to the platform, Sam on board first of course, I laid her head in my lap and examined her wound. It never even occurred to me to make sure she was still breathing, until all the things we learned in Health came flooding back into my mind. She wasn't breathing; but did she still have a pulse? I checked as fast as I could, and it seemed that she did. That left me one option to get her breathing: mouth to mouth. I knew how to do this, and if Sam ever found out about it, she would murder me, but I could always tell her that: 1) We already kissed once; and 2) I was saving her life.
I leaned in, praying to God that Sam would be okay. One blow, then two, then I felt her stomach move up and down, slowly, but surely. She coughed after I moved back, and I closed my eyes, and smiled, knowing she was going to be okay. Her eyes fluttered open, and she stared at me with confusion before drifting off again. Time to get help.
"Ms. Mitchell! Ms. Mitchell! Sam is hurt!" I bellowed, seeing Sam's aunt run out the door.
"Where is she? Where is Sam?" Aunt Mitchell asked frantically while running closer.
"She's right over here," I answered, breathing heavily and trying to stay calm.
"Is she breathing?"
"Yes, I made sure of it."
"Oh, well that's a relief," she sighed, putting her hand over her heart. "But is her head bleeding? What happened?"
"Sam fell into the lake and hit her head on one of the rocks at the bottom. She'll be okay if we get some bandages. Go get some. Please."
"Absolutely! Luckily, your mother sent over an ambulance-sized first aid kit, otherwise I wouldn't have had the exact necessities."
I grinned mentally, silently thanking my mother for being so overprotective. It certainly came in handy from time to time, especially when my best friend and possible crush was about to die.
"Sam? Sam can you hear me? It's going to be all right," I tried to assure myself of that as well.
Her head slumped to the side as more blood came rushing out, and I was beginning to fear that she would lose too much blood. Sam couldn't die! Not like this! She always told me she was invincible, starting right when we first met when we were six! If she died, who would always insult me with amusing nicknames? Who would always try and make my life miserable? Who would make me laugh when I most needed it? No one could replace Sam, and I wasn't going to take the chance to find if anyone could.
"Ms. Mitchell? Are you coming?" I yelled again, hoping she got everything she neede0d.
"I'm right here, move over." She sounded out of breath, as if she just made it, but I was glad she was here, one way or another.
Sam's aunt carefully bandaged Sam's head, then told me to help carry her to the master bedroom, since she needed to lie down on something soft. I picked Sam up once again, brought her inside, then laid her down on the bed, noticing how pale and weak she looked. It brought pain to my heart. I wanted to see the old Sam, but I knew that wouldn't happen for a few days. As soon as Ms. Mitchell left the room, I gently kissed Sam on the forehead, willing her to get better soon.
I made sure not to leave her side for the rest of that day, and something peculiar happened during that time. As I held Sam's hand, gently stroking my thumb across her smooth skin, my finger reached something wet and bumpy. I opened up her hand, uncurling each finger from the item, and saw a rock. The same golden sparkling rock as I saw before.
Feeling curious as to why Sam would want to get this, I began to examine it, trying to wipe off all the dirt that was plastered on it. I was considering getting one of the wet wipes that my mom packs for me to see it better, when the phone rang.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hello? Is Sam Puckett there?" the voice on the other line asked. Weird, that voice sounded familiar.
"I'm Freddie, her best friend. Who is this?" I questioned, wanting to know who that voice belonged to.
"This is C.J. From Burger Pointe."
No wonder he sounded so familiar! My insides clenched with a feeling I knew too well. Jealousy.
"Hi C.J." I said through tight teeth. "Why are you calling?"
"Oh, I just wanted to talk to Sam at the moment. Is she there?"
I glanced at Sam, all limp and fragile, then turned my attentions back to the phone.
"She's currently—asleep. Can I take a message?"
"Um I just wanted to know if she wanted to go for a walk in the park with me."
"Well, Sam would not—" I stopped myself, thinking Sam would be so disappointed that yet another guy Sam wanted to go out with couldn't again, and how angry she would be as well. I would be happy to be that guy, but this isn't the right time. Not yet. "—want to go today, she's too tired. But she might be able to tomorrow."
"I thought you two were leaving tomorrow," C.J. wondered, sounding a little suspicious.
"Well, we decided to stay a few more days. Got any problem with that?" I asked, trying to figure out why I got so angry so quickly.
"No, of course not. Could you tell Sam I gave her a call?"
"Sure. Bye."
"Bye."
I hung up and sighed, burying my face in my hands. Add another thing to think about on my list, why don't ya?
Author's Note: I'm trying to decide if this was a filler chapter or not. It kinda wasn't, but it kinda was. INNER CONFUSION! AHHHH! Right as I said that, I saw a picture I drew of an eye look at me. Or so it seemed. Weird… Please review, and thanks for everything so far! I'm finding it hard to believe that this story was my first iCarly fanfiction with all your support! Enjoy that mini cupcake!
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