Sam woke up on Carly's couch, her stomach feeling really cramped.
"Oww!" she moaned. Her head also hurt.
"Good morning Sam." said Carly, who was already up. "What's wrong?"
"My stomach…and my head. Ow!" she complained.
"That's weird, you were fine yesterday. Weren't you?" asked Carly.
Sam thought back to yesterday. Ever since dinner last night, she'd been feeling bad, but she'd assumed it was because she was tired.
"Last night around dinner I didn't feel that good." she admitted.
"Weird." said Carly. "Maybe you're just craving meat!" she joked.
"Ha ha." said Sam. "I am craving meat, but that's not what it is."
"Maybe we should call the doctor?" suggested Carly.
"Nah, doctors are stupid."
"Sam! Isn't your mom a doctor?"
"Maybe…" she said.
"Sam."
"Well, that doesn't stop them from being stupid!" she huffed.
"Whatever. Maybe you should go back to sleep. Freddie's coming over to rehearse iCarly with us, but I guess it doesn't matter." she said.
"Fine. I'm takin' a nap." she said, and went back to sleep. She had a dream about meat. In her dream, she was having an intense meat craving so she got a slice of ham out of Carly's fridge. Just when she was about to stuff it into her mouth, it turned into a piece of lettuce. Sam got angry and stomped on it, and then found some ribs. They all turned into carrots. All of the meat turned into veggies before Sam could eat them. Her stomach started burning, craving meat. She ran to the Benson apartment, but the same thing happened. Her stomach started hurting so much that she couldn't walk any more. She fell over, and curled up in a ball, trying to stop the pain. Freddie came out into his kitchen, and laughed at her. While she slowly started to die of meat craving, Freddie just giggled and pointed at her. Then Carly came in, and tried to get her up. "Sam, get up….."
…Sam woke up, covered in sweat. She was lying on Carly's floor, curled up and screaming. Freddie was staring, and Carly looked worried.
"Sam! Are you okay?" she asked.
"No…it hurts." she said.
"Can you get up?" she said worriedly.
"Um… I may need some help." she said, extending her hand. To her surprise, Freddie grabbed it and helped her up. Sam immediately collapsed on the couch while Carly gave him a funny look.
"That's it, I'm calling the doctor, stupid or not." said Carly. "Freddie, get Sam whatever she needs. I need to find Spencer."
"Fine." said Freddie. When Carly left, he asked, "Are you okay?"
"No, I really need meat right now." she said, and Freddie immediately ran to the fridge.
"Stop it, dork! Remember the bet?"
"Oh yeah, I bet you could be a vegetarian. Sorry." he apologized.
"That's okay." Sam said, and that surprised Freddie. "Can you get me some water?"
"Sure."
He went to get the water just as Carly came downstairs.
"Sam, the doctor is coming here soon." she reported. "He's worried about these symptoms."
"Whatever. Stupid doctors." she mumbled. Freddie handed her a glass of water.
"Hey, you're actually being nice to each other for once!" Carly noted happily.
Sam looked repulsed. She took a big gulp of water, then poured the rest on Freddie.
"Do you still think that?" she asked.
"It was too good to last." said a dripping wet Freddie. Sam laughed, and then closed her eyes and took a nap.
One hour and fifty seven minutes later, the doctor arrived at the Shay apartment.
"Hello, I'm Dr. Brown." said the slightly fat man with a big brown moustache and a bald head. "Where is Samantha?"
"Call her SAM!" warned Freddie and Carly. Bad things happened when people called
Sam her real name.
"She's over there." said Carly. "Excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom." she left. Freddie walked over and shook Sam awake. "Wake up." he said softly. She looks so peaceful, just lying there asleep, and not beating anybody up. he thought.
She woke up.
"Hi." said the doctor. "What hurts?"
"My stomach is cramped really badly, it hurts to stand up. And my head hurts too." she said.
"Okay, did anything out of the ordinary happen yesterday?" he asked.
"Well, I had a bet with the Dork here and had to stop eating meat." she said.
"That's odd…" he muttered, writing something down on a clipboard. "Did you have any intense meat cravings?"
"Yeah, I always have those. But this time they were worse than usual. Oh, and I had a nightmare about meat." she answered.
"Interesting….And Saman- err, Sam, did these intense craving start yesterday?"
"Yeah. That's when my head started hurting, too." she said.
"Oh, no, this is not good." he muttered to himself.
"What?" asked Sam.
"Well, Sam, judging by these strange symptoms, I have to diagnose you with…"
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