Author's Note: I'm going to warn you now. This will kind of be a longer one shot, but it got far too long, so I had to break it up into sections. Some are short sections, and some are long.

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly or its characters.

RANDOM SHOTS

Walking into the hospital, his every step slow and somber, Fredward Benson was dreading the worst.

It was a wonder she had kept alive for so long though. But he knew she was a strong woman, and nothing, not even a car crash could strike her down so easily.

Samantha Puckett, the blonde fiend, the bully, the aggressive and the object of his affections.

The previous day he had asked her on a date. But she rejected the idea, she didn't want to hold him back from finding true love, finding some other girl who could truly make him enjoy each and every single day.

She didn't exactly use these words though.

That would have been too nice of her. Sam wasn't necessarily "nice" but she could be supportive when it counted the most. Carly Shay knew that more than anyone else, since the two were best friends since the third grade.

The boy, or man as he should be rightly called now, continued through the hospital and found the "check-in desk".

"Can I help you young man?" The lady asked, kindly. Her name is Gretchen (it says so on her name tag).

"I'm here to see Samantha Puckett."

"Oh," she replies, softening her eyes and smiles at him sympathetically. "Of course. Sign here."

She hands him the signing book, and he autographs it. He notices his hand is shaking a little more than it usually does.

"Good. Follow me please." Gretchen says, and takes him to the ward.

There she is, her head facing the window, but her eyes are closed lightly. But he knows she's not sleeping.

When Freddie approaches the bed, he sits down beside the girl and brushes the blonde curls away from her face, leans down and places a soft kiss on Sam's cheek. Her eyes open slowly, and her head turns to face the man. A small smile crosses her otherwise pale face.

For once, he thought, she's actually happy to see me.

"Freddie," she whispers, reaching for his hand which he takes in his own. "They said I'm dying."

"D-don't say that Sam," he says, his lip quivering and he bites down on it quickly.

"Promise me you won't cry," she responds to her friend, tapping his hand as hard as she could manage.

He nods his head slowly. It was hard though, for both of them. Sam and Freddie were closer than anyone could ever imagine.

Suddenly his cell phone started ringing. Freddie said he'd be back soon to Sam and walked out of the ward and hit the answer button.