Author's note. Hope you guys enjoyed the last chapter. Sam just offered to take care of Freddie. So well be finding out more about that on this chapter. There will be a bit of a time skip. I will summarize everything that happened during the skip but it will help move the story along until Freddie has been discharged. No pleas for reviews this authors note. (OK maybe a small one. Review please!) Ok on with the show.

Time skip

The next few days passed without incident. Freddie attempted to talk to Sam and figure out why she had offered to take care of him but everytime she ignored the question and changed the subject. Eventually he gave up on the topic entirely. Carly continued to dote on Freddie. He enjoyed it but it also got smothering from time to time. San continued to confide with Mel. Mel really was a great person to talk to. Her sudden out burst offering to be Freddie's helper completely cemented in Mel's mind that Sam was hopelessly in love with Freddie and she didn't hesitate to call Sam on it. Sam remained adamant out loud that Melissa had no idea what she was talking about but the constant suggestions were working their way into her head. Maybe that's why she felt so sick when she saw Carly throwing herself at Freddie. But even if she did love Freddie there is no way he felt the same way so she kept her conflicted feelings to herself. Sam had managed to clue Carly and Spencer in on the story she had told Freddie and thought they both were against the lie (especially Carly) they eventually decided that it was a necessary lie for the moment. Freddie was amazed with how diligently Sam had prepared for her new role. With coaching from Melissa and the nurses and her surprising determination Freddie was positive she would make almost as good a nurse as his mom would have been. Eventually his concussion and internal bleeding issues had cleared up. But it appears his memory loss had still remained. Melissa had assured that it would likely go away as his brain adjusted to his injuries. Now it was finally the day of Freddie's discharge.

Sam's POV

These past few days have been kind of crazy. I have been getting lessons from the various nurses and from Melissa on how to be the best damn caretaker I could be for Freddie. This was my chance to repay the favor for everything he had done for me. I also saw this as a chance to try and resolve the really confusing feelings that have been welling up within me. I had noticed that I didn't fight with him as much as I used to and I actually began to enjoy his company.

Melissa was in the room going over Freddie one more time before he was discharged. His arm and leg were in thick casts. His chest and torso were under tight wraps so that he wouldn't reinjure any of his ribs. There was still bandages wrapped around his head but only because there was a little residual bleeding in his scalp. After a thorough once over Mel broke the silence.

"OK Freddie looks like you are good to go. A nurse will wheel you out to the parking lot where you'll be picked up. Remember continue taking all the antibiotics even if you feel better. It's very important."

"Thanks. Will do doc" Freddie said while looking at the large bottle of pills sitting in his lap.

"Be sure to call if there are any issues or you feel any regression in your recovery recovery."

"Gotcha. Thanks for everything Melissa."

"You don't have to thank me Freddie. Just doing my job" she said with a smile.

"Hey doc do we have to wait for a nurse? I'm sure I could wheel Freddie out of here." I asked.

She seemed to think about it. After a few moments she spoke up.

"Well it's technically against hospital regulations but I guess I could make an exception. Plus it'll give me an excuse to walk the two of you out."

She stepped out to go grab a wheel chair.

"Hey Sam?"

"Sup Fredhead?"

"Thanks for doing all this for me. It really means a lot." He has on a dorky but cute appreciative smile. I flashed a smile back.

"Yeah well don't thank me yet. I'm just don't this so I can use your fridge. Carly's runs out too fast when I'm there."

"Maybe that's because you eat half a ham each day you spend there." He said while poking me in the ribs. Why did he do that? He knew I was ticklish. I giggled in a very un-Sam like manner. I couldn't help but blush afterward.

Mel returned soon afterwards pulling in a wheelchair.

"Ok Freddie here we go."

Freddie swung his casted and non-casted legs off the bed. He tried getting up but this would actually be the first time he had been on his feet since his accident. Melissa was reaching to call for a nurse but I jumped up and wrapped Freddie's good arm over my shoulders and slowly walked him over to the chair. Mel was staring at me with a smirk on her face but I was ignoring her for the moment.

"You alright Freddie? We can walk slower if that'd be better." I said when I saw him wince.

"No no its not the walk. My ribs are just killing me..."he said while using his free arm to rub his torso

"I'm sorry Freddie ..." I said while looking at my feet.

"Don't worry about it Sam. It's not like any of this is your fault." God this kid made me feel so damn guilty sometimes. I bit my lip to stop from saying anything. We got to the chair slowly and I lowered him into the seat. After giving him a few minutes to adjust himself into the chair I walked around to the back and we slowly wheeled down the hallway.

It was getting around sunset when we left. The amber light filtered through the windows lighting up every mote of dust suspended in the air. Our bodies cast shadows that followed us down the hall. I guess the hospital wasn't very busy today as not a soul was seen during the entire walk.

Once we had finally reached the door leading to the parking lot we stopped and turned to Melissa. I was kind of sad to go. She really had been a great friend to me.

"Well this is where you kids are getting picked up." She was smiling but it almost seemed forced.

"Yeah guess so." I was feeling pretty glum about not seeing her everyday like I normally did.

"Thanks for everything doctor." Freddie seemed pretty sad about having to go too.

"Aww come on now guys don't looks so sad. You are getting released for the hospital. Sadness is the last thing you should be feeling."

"Yeah your right. Come on Freddie lets go." I said while doing my best to keep a smile on my face.

"Oh yeah Sam if there is ever anything you need to talk about here's my card." She help out a buisness card but she had her personal email scribbled on the back. After looking at the card I flashed her a smile before turning and leading the both of us outside.

"Cya later Mel!"

"Later doc!" Freddie called over his shoulder.

"Bye Sam! Bye Freddie!" She called through the closing doors.

And then we waited outside alone. Spencer was going to pick us up and drop us off at Freddie's. I wheeled Freddie down the ramp leading to the pickup location, locked his chair so he wouldn't roll away, and then sat down on the curb next to him. We sat there wordlessly for 15 minutes before Freddie spoke up.

"So your going to take care of me huh?"

"Yup that's the plan." Then I smirked "got a problem with that?"

"Oh no no. Just how do I know you wont rob me and leave me trapped I my room? " he said this with a humerous tone but there seemed to be a hint of actual fear in his voice. Deciding I couldn't let that go to waste I gave him my most dangerous innocent smile.

"You don't! "

He looked around to see if there were any witnesses around in case i did something to him. He seemed actually afraid till he looked back down at me. My shoulders we're shaking just trying to keep my laughter back.

"Wow Freddie you were actually scared of that? Hah! You are such a nub." I said before pausing to wipe a tear out of the corner of my eye.

"Well with your track record it's not that crazy." He replied before crossing his arms, or at least attempting to with his cumbersome cast, and pouting in the other direction. Though his words kinda stung a little I couldn't help but think he was pretty cute pouting in the middle of the parking lot.

"Come on Fredward you know I wouldn't do something like that. Not to my best friend." I sort of blurted out

"But we are talking about me not Carly." Was he being serious right now?

"Idiot. You are my best friend too you know. Even though we fight and stuff that doesn't change that fact. Hell sometimes you are a better friend than she is."

"You really think so?" He appeared to be genuinely surprised.

"Yes Freddie I do." Now it was my turn to pout.

Another 15 minutes passed

"I'm sorry Sam." Freddie said out of the blue.

"For what nub?" I was still a little bit upset.

"Not believing you..."

"Oh that? Its fine." I wasn't in the mood to talk right now.

Another 30 minutes passed

"Where the hell is Spencer!"

Freddie almost jumped out of his chair when I had suddenly yelled that.

"He'll be here soon I'm sure Sam."

Another 30 minutes passed.

Spencer finally pulled up.

"Dude where were you?! "

"Sorry sorry my bad guys. You see I was working on this sculpture ..."

"Spence what's with the black spot on your cars roof? " Freddie said interrupting him.

"Oh well long story short what I got to the car I put my water bottle on the roof. Then I smelled smoke on my over here. I stopped and got out only to see that my water bottle had burst into flames. I panicked so I took my car into a car wash a few time until the flames were put out. Hehehe pretty funny right "

"Umm ok Spencer whatever you say."

We were both pretty shocked. I mean Spencer's ability to make anything flammable was impressive but this is the first time he's set a car on fire.

"So where's Carly?" Freddie asked looking around. I still don't know why I stiffened up when Carly was mentioned. I really need to fix things with Carly. This tension was really killing me.

"She said she was busy with something." Came the response from Spencer. For some reason I was certain it was because of me she didn't want to come.

"Oh ok." Freddie said looking upset. Carly should be here. Even if she's mad at me, she should be here for Freddie.

"Well let's get you two home." Spencer finally said after a few minutes.

"Yeah your right Spence." I replied and then wheeled Freddie over to the passenger side door. I one again slung his good arm over my shoulders and I pulled him from the wheel chair and into the seat of Spencers car. After swinging his feet into the car I closed the door and took my own seat in the back.

The drive back was a quiet one. The last rays of light slowly died behind the horizon. We got home under the stars and a thin crescent moon. After reenacting the awkward motion of getting Freddie out of the car I wheeled him through the lobby.

"NO WHEELCHAIRS IN MY LOBBY!" God I was not in the mood for Lewbert's crap right now.

"Shut the hell up Lewbert! Not now!" Even he seemed to know not to mess with me right now because he immediately recoiled and then slunk back into his office.

I wheeled him into elevator for the long ride up to the 8th floor. The sound of cliché elevator music filtered in from the recessed speakers. I walked out from behind the chair and stood beside Freddie. I felt the telltale jerk telling me the elevator started moving off the first floor. I glanced down at Freddie sitting in his chair. His face still had the troubled expression it had when Spencer had explained why Carly hadn't shown up to pick him up. I couldn't stand to see him so sad. What was going on with me? 2 weeks ago I would remorselessly try my best to crush his happiness. Now I can't even stand seeing that unhappy look in his eyes. What's going on?!

"Ugh..."

"Hmmm? What's wrong Sam." Freddie said looking up at me? That sad expression was still in his eyes but the rest of him only showed concern. He really was sweet like that. Putting his thoughts on the back burner to take care of someone else.

"No I'm fine Fredward. Just tired of looking at your mopey face." I said while sticking my tongue out at him. Couldn't let him know I was worried about him.

"Well you were the one looking." He said, sticking his tongue back out at me. I missed the banter we had. His tone sound annoyed but I could see that the sad look in his eyes had faded a little.

After a few moments of glaring at each other we both burst out laughing. Since when did Fredward get so fun to be around. We eventually turned back to the door. After a little while of silence I added.

"You know she probably was busy. I know Carly better than anyone and she is definitely looking forward to you being back at home. So stop feeling bad for your self. OK?" Wow that was so not a me thing to say. And every word I said made me feel a little more hurt on the inside as I defended Carly. And when Freddie cracked a smile at what I had said I just felt even more down. What's wrong with me. I had a flash back to what Mel had said in that courtyard at the hospital.

"Sweetheart, that isn't a bad feeling. That's love!"

Could that be it? Maybe I'm jealous of Carly...

I stood their pondering this. I heard Freddie clear his throat and them start talking to me.

"Hey Sam..."

CRASH!

The lights flickered and went out as the floor suddenly fell out from underneath my feet! I couldn't help but scream as I felt that sickening feeling in my gut like going over a hill on a rollercoaster. Freddie's eyes locked with mine as we felt ourselves fall...

And there is another cliffhanger for you. Sorry if you are getting tired of it but I couldn't help it. I don't know if any of you all noticed but Sam is gradually getting more comfortable thinking good things about Freddie. Also falling is a big theme in this story. From Freddie's accident to his dream. This is kind of unintentional but now that I've noticed it I kind of like it. But it's not entirely about me. What do all of you think. Please let me know. Reviews and feedbacks are always appreciated. Thank you.