Hey, my lovely readers! I hope you're having a great week. I apologize for the formatting error this chapter had. I hope it's fixed now but I'll have to just post it and see I guess!

WARNING: This chapter contains a lot of sexual themes. The rating of this fic is going to stay as T because there are no lemons but it's definitely on the more mature side of 'T'.

- Take a Cold Shower -

There's a knock at the door and a short nurse with a brunette bob cut wearing bubble-gum pink scrubs comes in. "Freddie, I need to change your bandages and clean your wounds" she says sweetly.

"Okay" he agrees.

"Should I go?" Sam asks the nurse.

"If blood makes you squeamish, yes. If you don't want to leave him while he's crying in pain, no."

"Wait- what now?" Freddie questions but before he can protest anymore the nurse is already peeling the bandages off of Freddie's raw skin. Freddie gasps and groans in pain. The nurse then takes a cotton pad with a solution on it and starts to pat it into Freddie's broken skin. Freddie screams loudly this time as he feels a sharp burning sensation.

Sam quickly comes to the side of the bed so that she's near Freddie's face. "Whoa cool! I can see the fish teeth marks"

"Sam!" Freddie shouts.

She chuckles, "What?"

The nurse puts more disinfectant on a new sore this time and Freddie screams loudly again, this time grabbing Sam's hand and squeezing tightly.

Sam lets him without complaining and even secretly enjoys it, especially when he continued to hold her hand through the less painful portions of his check-up because he was waiting for the next painful part.

Freddie was feeling tired after his uncomfortable wound cleaning so after hanging out in his room for about half an hour while he rested, Sam decided to see if Cat was at the hospital visiting Robbie. She was and the two girls met up for lunch in the cafeteria.

"Man, hospital food is even too disgusting for me" Sam complains as she scoops up a weird smelling spoonful of some sort of beef slop that she suspects they were trying to pass as chili.

Sam, having noticed how suspicious the food looked, had recommended that Cat go for an apple, pudding cup, and some bread with cheese. Cat was very satisfied with her bland meal and was happily chewing and laughing as usual.

If Sam knew the meat would be so bad, she would have gotten that too.

"How is Mr. Freddie Benson?" Cat asks.

"Good, I guess. We've been talking a lot now that he's got those bandages off. How's your nerd?"

Cat immediately starts to smile and giggle even more and Sam knows it's a sign that Cat must really like this weird Robbie kid.

"I'm sorry for kissing him" Sam says, feeling a little guilty. Damn, she is apologizing way more than she normally does today.

Cat smiles, "I know you are. And I'm sorry for flirting with Freddie."

"Yea, I know." Sam acknowledges.

"Are you and Freddie going to get back together?"

Sam looks up from her slop tray and at her red headed friend. "Eat your pudding cup."

Cat smiles and takes a bite of her pudding. Sam's phone starts to ring and she sees that she's getting a video call from Carly.

"Sorry Cat, I gotta take this," she says as she stands up and tosses out her food.

"kk" Cat answers.

Sam makes her way back to Freddie's room in the hospital as she answers the call.

"Hey, Carls!" Sam says happily.

"Hey! I haven't heard from you in ages! How are your new friends? Cat and Dice?" Carly asks excitedly.

"Oh they're good, how's Italy?"

"Awesome! But I just-"

Sam enters Freddie's room and cuts Carly off, "Oh hey shut up for a sec! Guess who's with me?"

"Who?" Carly asks with a smile.

Sam smiles as she holds her pearphone in front of Freddie's face.

"Oh, hey Carly!" he greets.

"Hey, Freddie! -Uh.. what happened to your face?" She asks.

"Oh well, Sam was going to jump her motorcycle over a tank of some Razorback tuna fish. But then her roommate Cat locked Sam in the closet and tried to jump the tuna herself. But instead of jumping them she hit the lift that Robbie and I were standing on so Robbie and I fell into the tank of tuna fish and Sam rescued me." Freddie smiles at Carly as if his explanation was sufficient and made perfect sense but Carly was clearly very confused and a little shocked.

"Wow, our lives could be a sitcom," Carly says.

Sam and Freddie both voice agreements with her.

"So, you guys are having a fun time hanging out together?" Carly asks with a bright smile.

They both feel a little awkward about the question but shyly agree.

"That's awesome! Oh- my bus is here I'll call you guys later!"

Carly gives the two of them a quick and loving goodbye that Sam returns to her and Freddie responds to in Spanish.

Sam had been leaning in close next to Freddie so that she could show Carly both of their faces at once and has she had been doing it she could smell Freddie's sweat.

"Whoa, Freddie why do you smell like Mr. Henning" Sam teases.

He groans, "Because everything is broken and bandaged! I can't shower."

"Well I can help with that" Sam says casually as she lifts up Freddie by throwing him over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"No, no, no! Sam! What are you doing?!"

She carries him to the bathroom and locks the door, sitting him down on the bench as he continues to make protests. She takes some plastic bags and tape out from the cabinet and wraps and tapes his casts for him so they don't get wet.

"There that wasn't so bad was it?" She tells him.

"No, but I only have one arm that isn't broken! I still can't shower."

"Well, you're gonna have to eventually." Sam counters.

Freddie groans, "can you get the nurse?" he pleads grudgingly.

Sam smirks, "You're really gonna let the cute nurse give you a shower?" Sam can't help but find it funny because she can imagine how uncomfortable Freddie would get by that.

"Jealous?" he teases, but his cheeks are pink and he only gives a half-smile, proving that Sam is right and he's very uncomfortable with the idea.

"Maybe" Sam flirts back but then turns to go get the nurse.

"Wait!" Freddie protests. Sam turns to look at him and waits for him to say something, eventually he just groans and says "I don't want that woman bathing me! IT'S TOO WEIRD."

"Want me to do it?" Sam asks bluntly but quietly.

"What?" Freddie says.

"What?" Sam repeats, acting as if she didn't just say that.

"Yes," Freddie answers, looking away shyly.

"Okay." She says slowly stepping closer to him awkwardly.

"Okay." He repeats.

"Okay…" She stalls.

"Okay" Freddie feels déjà vu.

"So…. should I get a blindfold?"

"Yeah" Freddie answers lowly and immediately as he looks to the floor.

Sam returns with a blindfold from Freddie's nightstand and a heart beating fast with fear but also… excitement? Ugh, weird don't do that heart! Sam thinks to herself as she stands in front of an equally nervous Freddie.

Sam reaches behind Freddie and unties the three bows in the back of his gown that hold it together. She helps him get his arms out of it and lays the fabric over his crotch even though she knows he has boxers on.

Sam can't help but stare at Freddie's defined muscles. He had nice muscles when they dated too but… "Damn" Sam blurts out half unintentionally but does her best not to make Freddie aware of that.

"What?" Freddie questions as he attempts to cover up his exposed torso. Sam can't help but start laughing at him for this. Only Freddie is enough of a nub to think that he should be hiding his torso when it looks like that. His abs made Carly's ex-boyfriend's Griffin's seem comedically pathetic. Kind of ironic how the tables turn…

"Now what?!" Freddie insists, referring to Sam's laughing. He tries even harder to cover his chest which only makes Sam laugh even more.

"I was just gonna say that your even buffer than usual but I couldn't help laughing at the fact that you're being shy about it"

"Oh" Freddie seems to be calm now, he takes his arms back down to his sides and relaxes. He doesn't appear smug from the compliment nor embarrassed from the teasing. "Yea, I started going to the gym more when you and Carly moved away because I had more free time"

"Doesn't your mom worry you're going to drop a weight on your foot or something?"

"Yeah, eventually I convinced her that being strong could come in handy in an emergency. Y'enno, in case I get mugged."

Sam takes the shower head off the wall at turns it on, handing it to Freddie for him to hold in his good hand. She then takes a washcloth and makes it soapy, adding it to Freddie's hand as well. She puts on her blindfold and proceeds to help him out of his boxers. Messily tugging at the fabric and trying to get it past his hips while he was sitting. Once she gets them off, she takes the soapy washcloth from Freddie's hand and starts rubbing it on his neck and shoulders. She continues to rub the washcloth on his pecs, armpits, his arm that wasn't it the cast and then has him lean forward so she can do his back. Once that's done, she starts washing his stomach. She can almost feel his abs through the washcloth, making her more anxious. She was hesitating the closer she got to his groin and his body was getting excited despite his best efforts not to let it, his brain really could not help but go there as the girl he loved was rubbing his naked body in a shower. He tried to close his eyes and imagine that it was someone icky and not Sam but all it managed to achieve was make him imagine that Sam was naked too. Not better! He thought in a panic as he opened his eyes again.

As she started to get close to his aroused groin Freddie started full fledge panicking, "Um..Sambe-carefuldon'tgoanylower!" Freddie blurts out, his cheeks bright red, not that Sam could see.

Sam smirks a little and starts to feel a little turned on too just knowing that she was giving Freddie that reaction. Although, giving Freddie 'those reactions' wasn't an entirely foreign concept to her. When they dated, she would notice the bulge that would make an appearance anytime they were making out alone for a while. Freddie had tried to hide it from her at first but before long kind of just gave up on that, although they had never taken it any further. Sam did, however, have a memory of him making out with her on her bed once, she had felt his bulge pressed against her inner thigh every once and awhile even though Freddie hadn't seemed to be doing it intentionally. The memory for some reason wanted to play over and over in Sam's head right now.

Sam listens to Freddie's instructions and starts washing his thighs. This doesn't help Freddie's bodily reaction any but at least he didn't have to worry about her touching said thing. Sam soaped up the rest of his legs and then tossed the cloth aside, taking the shower head from his hand. She sprayed him with it and then proceeded to wet and wash his hair wordlessly.

Once Freddie was clean and Sam had gotten her clothes sufficiently damp, she stumbled around the bathroom in search for a towel.

"It's to the left!" Freddie calls.

Sam blindly feels around to her left and ends up tripping over a wheelchair and screaming.

"Freddie!"

"Sorry! I meant my left, not yours."

Sam groans and glares at his general direction as she stands herself back up and makes her way to the other side of the room. She finds the towel and stumbles back over to Freddie.

As Sam walks over to him, she trips over the edge of the shower before Freddie has the chance to finish warning her of it.

"Sam be careful of the-" he rushes but it's too late, Sam is already falling and as she does, she reaches her hands out to try and catch herself so that her face doesn't meet the disgusting hospital bathroom floor. But instead of her hands hitting the floor, they hit something closer, Freddie's bare (and still not particularly relaxed) crotch.

Freddie is first to start screaming like bloody murder.

Sam quickly follows as soon as she realizes what's happening and what she's touching. She gets her hand away as fast as possible but considering his groin had been the only thing actually holding her up, she couldn't exactly move her hand as fast as they both probably would have liked. In the process, Sam had pushed down hard on Freddie's… hard…, causing him to cry out loudly in pain.

"ohmygod I'm so sorry" Sam spits out all in one word as she instinctually responds to the stress of the situation by taking her blindfold off. She sees a naked and extremely in pain Freddie, fully doubled over at the waist, hands in his lap. She yells, startled at the reminder of why she had the blindfold on in the beginning. She puts it back on immediately before Freddie can look up enough to figure out what had happened. It didn't really matter since she didn't see anything. "I'm so sorry!" she repeats.

Freddie's face is bright red and he's still groaning in pain as he tries to respond but instead just manages to cry out a series of strange sounds that were the beginning to words. "Ohhhh! I… Su…Gawh! Its…. Ahhhh! Alllll…righhh…..ugh! -ttt"

"Are you okay?!" Sam blurts, her face also turning pink.

"Kinda!" Freddie huffs in discomfort.

"I'm sorry I touched your.."

"-I don't want to talk about it!" Freddie quickly yells, his breath hitching in his throat as he finishes his sentence. He takes another pained gasp for air.

"Good call" Sam mutters uncomfortably.

"Holly chizz it hurts so bad!" Freddie cries out.

Sam bites her lip, feeling guilty.

Just then there's a knock on the bathroom door.

"I heard screaming is everything alright? Can I come in?" a nurse calls from behind the door.

"All good!" Sam hollers back. She throws the towel over where she assumes to be Freddie's crotch and then takes her blindfold off before bolting for the door. She opens the door and lets the nurse in.

"See ya' later Freddie!" She yells as she runs as far away from that bathroom as possible.

It was probably not the nicest to just leave Freddie with the nurse while he was naked, suffering a groin injury, and sexually frustrated but someone had to help him get dressed and back into bed and Sam felt wayyyy too weird about doing that after what had happened.

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