Chapter 7: At the Hospital…Again!

A/N: Ok, here's my 8th chapter, I hope you all enjoy it! Yea, I know this is like a repeat of what happened, but trust me, the story will be Freddy/Summer (cuz you ppl wanted it to be! But I might make an alternate, idk yet), and it reveals major secrets! Anyways… Let me know how you like it, read and review, PLZ AND THANK YOU!

Summer pressed harder onto Freddy's wound when he passed out.

'FREDDY!' Summer was screaming. Chris ran out of the house.

'I just called 911, an ambulance is on their way,' Chris said, checking Freddy's pulse. Summer was practically crying at this point. Freddy was still bleeding, and he already lost a lot of blood. Summer was still yelling Freddy's name when the ambulance arrived.

'What happened here?' the paramedic said, already tending Freddy's wound while the other check blood pressure and pulse.

'He was shot. Some car drove by and shot at us,' Chris said. Summer was crying to hard to say anything anymore. The paramedic then looked at Summer.

'Miss, let me check your back!' the paramedic said, standing up and turning Summer around.

'What…?' Summer said.

'You have blood all on your back,' the paramedic said, looking for a whole in her shirt. Summer was about to break down.

'No, it's his blood; he covered me when we were being shot at. He must have been shot before he covered me,' Summer sobbed and went on her knees near his head.

'We need to get him to the hospital ASAP,' the paramedic checking his pulse said, 'let's get him on the monitor on the bus.' (A/n: bus is another word for ambulance truck for those who didn't know.)

'I'm riding to the hospital with you guys,' Summer said, 'Chris, you can go home and I'll call you when I find anything out.' Chris nodded and headed to his car. He didn't know what to do.

'Miss, I don't know if that's such a good idea…' one paramedic said while working on getting Freddy's unconscious body on a stretcher.

'I'm going in the truck,' Summer said sternly.

'Hey, you're Summer Hathaway, from School of Rock…' the other paramedic said, 'I love you guys! And this is Freddy…ok, you can ride in the back, but just stay out of the way.' Summer nodded and followed them to the truck. She had just gotten home from the hospital and now she was going back. She was almost positive it was the same guy who tried to kill her with the milk.

Half way to the hospital, Summer was gripping Freddy's hand when the paramedic in back practically shoved Summer over. Summer then heard a blaring sound, just one note. She looked at the heart monitor…it was a flat line.

'Oh god, no,' she said, 'Freddy! No, don't do this!'

'Andy, he's flat line! We need to step on it to the hospital!' the paramedic in back said and started CPR on Freddy.

'Miss, do you know CPR?' He turned and asked Summer. She nodded. Summer had taken lifeguard lessons and they had to learn CPR.

'Ok, when I tell you to, hold his nose and breathe in his mouth,' he said. He started pushing on Freddy's chest as Summer moved to Freddy's head.

'1…2…3…4…5…6…breathe!' he said. Summer held Freddy's nose and opened his mouth and blew. They did the pattern until they reached the hospital. Doctors rushed from the sliding doors and pulled Freddy into a surgery room. Summer tried to follow but was stopped by a nurse.

'You can't go, you need to stay here Summer,' it was Millie.

'No! I have to go!' Summer was screaming Freddy's name. She stopped and just fell to her knees on the ER floor. She sat and cried until Millie pulled her up and sat her on a chair.

3 hours went by while Summer sat on a chair and waited. Millie had brought her some tea from the cafeteria when a doctor walked into the waiting room. He was headed straight for Summer. Summer stood up.

'Miss Hathaway?' the doctor asked.

'Yes, I'm Summer. How is he? Can I see him?' Summer said as she felt more tears welling up in her eyes.

'We took him to surgery. The bullet went straight through an artery. We eventually stopped the bleeding. The bullet also fractured his scapula, and he won't be able to play drums for about 2 months,' the doctor smiled, 'but he's going to be just fine.'

'He's going to be so pissed that he can't play his drums. Thank you doctor,' Summer said and tears, of joy, ran down her face, 'can I go see him?'

'He's out of surgery, but still unconscious from the anesthesia, but you can go and see him.' Summer ran as fast as she could to the room Freddy was in. She opened the door and saw Freddy lying on the bed with his arm in a sling and still knocked out. He was hooked up to a monitor. Summer pulled a chair up to the side of his bed and sat down. She grabbed his hand with both of hers and just looked at him. It was terribly ironic how the roles had switched. Summer then stood up and bent over. She laid her head on his good shoulder and whispered to him.

'I'm so sorry Spazzy,' she said, 'I got you shot…again. I'm so sorry,' Summer started crying.

'I love you Freddy. I figured that out. When I saw you were shot, I didn't give a second thought to how Chris was. All I could think about was you. I love you,' Summer said and gently kissed his mouth. Summer sat back in her chair and held on to his hand.

What Summer didn't know was that Freddy heard everything she had said. He was half awake, but was too tired to open his eyes until he heard her say how she loved him. He opened his eyes and looked down. She was holding on to his hand with both of hers and her forehead was on the back of his hand.

'I love you too,' Freddy said. Summer's head shot up. As soon as she looked up he smirked at her. She smiled and jumped up and hugged his neck tightly. Freddy winced with the pain in his shoulder, but he didn't say anything.

'I'm so sorry Freddy,' Summer said, now looking at him from her chair.

'Don't be, it's not like you wanted to get shot at,' he said, sitting up, 'All I want to know is if you were serious about what you said.' Summer grabbed his hand again. She smiled and stood up and gently leaned over. She met her lips with his pulled away after about a second.

'What do you think?' she said about 2 inches away from his face. Freddy smile and lifted his head to kiss her again. After they pulled away again, Summer sat down, but still held on to his hand.

'How does your shoulder feel?' Summer asked, gently running her fingers over the sling.

'Hurts like a bitch, but that's why they invented aspirin,' he laughed.

'Did they tell you what happened?' Summer asked. Freddy shook his head. Summer sat on the edge of Freddy's bed near his waist.

'The bullet went straight through your shoulder. It hit an artery and broke your shoulder bone,' Summer said. Freddy just looked at her.

'Are you serious?' Freddy said. Summer nodded.

'The doctor said that you wouldn't be able to attempt drumming again for another 2 months.' Freddy leaned back and groaned.

'What about the concert in New York? The Big Apple? I can't miss that Summer! It's in a month!' Freddy said. Summer laughed.

'We'll get another drummer. You can still go, but another drummer will be found to take your place for the concert. I'm sorry,' Summer said, 'But until you get better, you'll just have to deal with it.' Freddy grunted. He was majorly pissed.

'Who are you going to replace me with?' Freddy asked. Summer shrugged.

'I don't know, I'll have to talk to Dewey and the band about it,' Summer said. There was another thing on Freddy's mind…Chris. What was Summer going to do about him?

'Summer, can I asked you something?' Freddy said. Summer looked at him and nodded.

'You meant what you said before, when I was half asleep, right?' Summer nodded again, 'Well, if you do like me the way I like you, what about Chris?' Freddy said. Summer looked down. She hadn't thought about it yet.

'I don't know. But it's gonna work out. I like Chris, but I don't love him. We'll probably end up begin friends, but I want you,' Summer said, kissing Freddy again. This time, Summer didn't pull away, but put her hand on Freddy's neck, and he kissed her back. He was in heaven; he was finally getting the girl he always wanted.

When they pulled away from each other, Freddy asked, 'So, when can I get out of here?'

'Not until at least tomorrow,' Summer said.

'That bites,' Freddy said.

'And I can't stay, that bites even more,' Summer said.

'WHAT! You can't stay? My God this sucks!' Freddy said. Summer nodded.

'Actually, I gotta go now. Plus, I need to call the band anyways and tell them what happened,' Summer said and stood up. She was still holding onto his hand when she started towards the door. Freddy wouldn't let go. When her arm couldn't stretch any farther, he pulled her back to the bed for one last kiss. She smiled and leaned down to kiss him. Then she actually walked out the door and headed to the doors. She waved bye to Freddy until she couldn't see him anymore. It was almost 7 o'clock, and that's when visiting hours were over.

When Summer walked out to the parking lot so she could call everyone, someone bumped into her…it was Chris.

'Chris, what are you doing here?' Summer said.

'I came to check up on you guys. How is he?' Chris asked, pulling Summer to a bench. They sat down.

'He's fine, but pissed. He won't be able to play his drums until the school year starts again,' Summer said.

'That sucks. Don't you guys have a concert coming up in like a month anyways?' Chris said. Summer nodded.

'I need to call everyone and tell them what's up,' Summer said.

'Ok, well, why don't I give you a ride home and you can call in my car?' Chris said. Summer agreed and followed Chris to his car. When Chris opened the door for Summer, she slid into the front seat. As soon as she sat down, she felt something hard against the back of her neck.

'Don't turn around Miss Hathaway, if you turn you'll get shot,' A voice said from the back seat. Summer knew the voice…it was the same voice as the one on the phone. Summer held her breath. Chris! He was about to get in the car.

'What about Chris, he's going to be in the car in a second,' Summer said.

'Don't worry about that, just keep looking straight.' A second later, Chris slid into the driver's seat of the car. Summer kept looking straight ahead. Chris turned on the car and back out of the parking lot. Summer was amazed how he hadn't noticed someone holding a gun to Summer's head from the backseat.

'Chris…' Summer said.

'Yes Summer,' Chris said.

'Um…anything new?' Summer said. When Chris looked at her, to her amazement and fear, Chris said 'Hey Adam, great timing.' Summer's eyes grew wide. Chris had set this up.

'Chris, what's going on?' Summer asked nervously.

'Oh nothing my dear Tinkerbell, just holding you for ransom from Dewey,' Chris said, 'oh, and I suggest you follow my directions or Adam's directions if you ever want to see Freddy again.' Summer looked straight ahead out of the windshield. She knew she was in trouble. How…why was Chris doing this? Summer was still looking ahead, completely filled with fear when she felt a sharp pain on the back of her head and blacked out.

A/N: Ok, there's Chapter 8, how did you like it? Well, tell me! Read and Review! Please and thank you!

Sam