A/N: Here you go!
DISCLAIMER~I DO NOT OWN IT!
"He is..."
I prayed to God that he was OK. I did more than that. I wished on a whishing star. Please let him be okay, please let him be okay...
"He will be okay." Everyone let out a sigh of relief. "His bruises will heal and the ribs will be fixed soon in surgery. His scraps will be healed as well. The only thing is that we do not know is when he will wake up from unconsciousness..." The doctor trailed off.
"What! Why not?" I asked through my tears of happiness.
"Well we should give him some anesthesia in case he would wake up in surgery, but that is quite risky. He could fall into a coma during the surgery. Hopefully he won't but it's a possibility."
My tears of happiness turned into tears or fear. "W-what?"
The doctor nodded.
"Make should that he doesn't die. If he dies," I wanted to be threatening but I can't when I'm emotionally unstable. Carly let me cry on her shoulder. "We'll be starting the surgery in an hour." The doctor said then left.
"Sam?" Spencer asked tentively.
"What Spencer?"
"Are you okay?"
"What do you think?" I snapped then sniffled.
"I think that you are upset and incrediblely nervous because Freddie and you don't want him to die." Spencer said softly. Woah. Who knew Spencer could be so deep?
I nodded.
The hour passed quickly and soon it was time to start Freddie's surgery. They let me go in alone and I placed a light kiss on his lips. "I love you Freddie." I whispered and left. The doctor estimated that the surgery was going to be an hour to an hour and a half.
It was a loooooooong wait.
Crazy was still trying to comprehend the fact that I love her son and Carly is trying to get me to calm down. Spencer went to get him and Carly food ten minutes ago and he still is not back.
"So you really love my son?" Crazy asked for the umpteenth time.
"Oh for God's sake! Yes! I love him! With all my damn heart! Can you just get over the fact that Carly never will and I do?"
"I never knew how strongly you felt for my Freddie, Samantha." Mrs. Benson said.
"Please don't call me Samantha. I like Sam. Sam and Sam only." I said.
"Sam Puckett?" The doctor came out.
"Yes?"
"The surgery went smoothly. The anesthesia will wear off in another five minutes and if he doesn't wake up, then..." He trailed off.
We all nodded, knowing what that meant. "Can we go see him?" Mrs. Benson asked. When did I start calling her Mrs. Benson and not Crazy?
"You may. But only a few visitors at a time please."
We decided that I could go in first with Carly. Mrs. Benson would wait for Spencer outside. Carly opened the door and we walked inside. You could hear the soft 'beep, beep' of the heart monitor and you could see the slow rise and fall of Freddie's chest.
"He looks so, broken." Carly said softly behind me.
"You should have seen when he was hit. There was so much blood. So much of it. I thought I was gonna pass out just by looking at it. Luckily the cops that were chasing the car that hit Freddie stopped and called 911. I couldn't see much, I was crying so hard. I remember screaming no at the paramedics because I didn't want get up. Didn't want to leave Freddie. We got in the back of the ambulance and I remember one of the paramedics saying, 'You love him.' They didn't say it as a question, but I weakly said yes in response."
"Wow. And he saved you. That was the icing on the cake of you loving him isn't it?" Carly asked.
My eyebrows knitted together. "What do you mean?"
"Him saving you made you love him even more right?"
"OH! Right."
"And are you gonna ever tell him how you feel?"
"I have, but he was unconscious every time." I said quietly.
"Ah." I got up and picked up Freddie's lifeless hand. I sighed. "Don't die on me Freddie, please don't die on me." I kept whispering that over and over again. Like a mini prayer to God.
Carly sat on the couch and slowly fell asleep. I kept whispering though. I never stopped. His brathing did get a little shalower, but I thought nothing to it. But then, there was that heart-breaking noise.
*BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!* It made Carly jolt awake just as I screamed, "Freddie! No! You can't die! Not now!" I kissed him and screamed his name over and over again and kissed him over and over agan, trying to wake his senses.
The doctors rushed in and were desperately trying to revive his non-beating heart. Spencer rushed in and grabbed me. "Shh, Sam. Calm down. Calm down."
"Never tell a girl to calm down!" I screamed at him. "Now let me go!"
"NO!" Spencer yelled. I kicked and screamed. Everytime a nurse said 'clear!' and it didn't work, my heart broke even more.
I broke down crying. I heard another clear and then the doctors sighing. They had lost the battle. Fredward Benson was no more.
-A/N: OKAY! Please don't kill me! THIS IS NOT THE END! I REPEAT! THIS IS NOT THE END! Don't give up hope.
The more reveiws I get, the faster I update! I can assure you though, THERE WILL BE A HAPPY ENDING TO THIS STORY!
Or so I thought.