A/N: Hey there! You guys have been wanting another chapter of this for awhile now. So, here it is. Enough said.
Disclaimer: Never owned iCarly, Never will:(
Chapter 2: Good News, Bad News
Freddie left while they ran some tests. He was very panicky. He just didn't want anything to be wrong with Sam. He loved her.
He heard a door open behind him. He turned around, still sitting, to see it was Sam.
"Hey," She said. She kissed him quickly, "They'll have the results tomorrow."
"Will they call you?" He questioned.
"No, I'll have to come back. You can come back with me if you wanna."
"Only if it's okay with you."
"It's better than okay." He kissed her hand and they walked down to the exit hand in hand.
Freddie opened the passenger door for Sam. She got in the car and he did to. He put his head and hands on the wheel.
"Freddie, what's wrong with you? I mean you look like you got hit by a bus or something." She put her hand on his shoulder.
"I'm fine, Puckett. I really-"
"Benson." She looked at him. She knew him enough to know when he was lying.
"Okay, you got me. I'm just really worried about you."
"Don't be," She cupped his face in her hands and made him look at her, "whatever happens, you won't lose me and I won't lose you. I promise you that." She kissed his forehead. He hugged her. "I love you, Sam. I've always, always loved you." Sam let a tear escape her eye. "I love you too, Freddie." She hugged him tighter, never wanting to let go.
Freddie pulled up to Carly's apartment building.
"Here we are," Freddie said, putting the car in park.
"Yup," Sam replied.
"Are you gonna tell Carly?" He asked, curiously.
"Not just yet. I mean I'll tell her tomorrow and it won't matter because I'm fine."
"I hope so," He kissed her.
About ten minutes later, they were upstairs on Carly's floor. They were standing in the hallway between Carly's and Freddie's apartment. Sam took a deep breath and went in. Freddie went in after her.
"Hey, hey." Carly said, happily.
"What are you all happy about?" Sam asked.
"Well, one, I'm excited that you two are FINALLY together and two, now that you guys are together, I'm forty bucks richer." She smiled widely.
"I can't believe you bet Spencer we would get together," Freddie said.
"Hey, I knew it'd happen, so why not make some money off of it?" She said, thinking it was a good thing.
"You're becoming more and more like Sam..." Sam gave Carly a high five, "It's not a good thing."
Carly and Sam laughed. "So where've you guys been? You just kind of left earlier."
"Uh..." Freddie looked at Sam.
"We went to celebrate at El Taco Guapo," She responded quickly.
"For four hours?"
"Uh-huh." Please buy it, please buy it, Sam said.
"Well, okay. How've you been feeling, Sam?" Sam looked at Freddie then back to Carly.
"The same."
"Well, have you made an appointment with a doctor?"
"Carly, don't worry okay? I'm fine." I hope, She thought.
"Okay just checkin'."
"So, what's Spencer been up to?" Freddie said, trying to change the subject.
"Well, he has a new girlfriend, Scarlet. She's pretty nice. There out on a date."
"Spencer and Scarlet?" Freddie said aloud. Sam shrugged.
"Can I crash here tonight?" Sam asked.
"What about your house?"
"My mom, she's been yelling and screamin' at the cat for the past couple nights. It's driving me insane." That wasn't the only thing that was making her insane.
"Sure."
"Well, I got to get home. My Mom will come looking for me," Freddie said.
"Alright, see you later." Sam went over and hugged him.
"Aw!" Sam and Freddie turned to look at her, "And I ruined the moment. I'll be over that way." She pointed to the kitchen. Sam hugged him again.
"I love you. I'll see you tomorrow." She whispered on his shoulder.
"When should I pick you up?"
"Between nine, nine-thirty."
"What are you gonna tell her?" He asked.
"You let me worry about that." She kissed his cheek.
"I love you," Freddie said. He blew a kiss to Sam and left Carly's apartment.
Sam turned around to see Carly smiling.
"Stop that!"
"You guys are too cute."
"Yeah, yeah."
Freddie knocked on Carly's door. Carly yawned and looked at the time. "Nine- twenty?" She got off the couch and opened the door.
"Oh, hey, Freddie. What're you doin' here so early?" Carly asked.
"Where's Sam?" He asked. He expected Sam would open the door.
"She's upstairs."
"Oh, I was gonna take her out for breakfast."
"Well you can go get her if you wanna."
"'kay." He went up the stairs. He heard a heavy breathing, almost wheezing. He opened Carly's bedroom door. Sam laid on the floor; the breathing was coming from her. "SAM!" He went to her side. "SAM!"
"Freddie, help...help me." Freddie started to cry. He didn't know what to do.
"SAM!" He cried. "CARLY! HELP, SAM'S HURT!"
"Freddie, what is it-OH MY GOD! SAM!" They called the ambulance and they came immediately. Freddie rode with Sam in the ambulance, still crying. Spencer drove Carly to the hospital. Once they were there, Sam was wheeled into a room. Freddie and Carly stood in the hallway.
"Okay, spill," Carly said.
"Spill what?" Freddie asked, confused.
"Freddie, don't you play stupid with me. I know you know what's wrong with her. So, tell me."
He sighed, "She had some tests done. We were going to get the results this morning."
"Is she gonna be okay? Is she hurt? Why didn't she tell me?"
"Well, this is why! She knew you'd freak out. She thought she was fine."
"Well, why didn't you tell me?" She said.
"I promised her I wouldn't." Freddie put his hands on the back of his neck. He started crying again, "Carly, I don't want her to be hurt! I'm so scared! And here we are fighting about something stupid. The girl I've loved since I can remember is hurt! So sorry I didn't tell you and, no offense, I couldn't care less right now that I didn't!" Carly stood there for a moment, soaking in what he'd just said.
"I'm sorry, Freddie." She said, trying to comfort him.
"Me too."
"Excuse me, are you here for Samantha Puckett?" A doctor came and said to Carly and Freddie.
"Yes," Freddie answered, "is she okay?"
"You should sit down." Freddie and Carly did what was asked of them.
"Miss Puckett is got herself in a bind," Carly and Freddie waited for him to say something else, "She has Leukemia."
A/N: Sorry if I made you cry and/or mad. Let me tell you to KEEP READING. It'll be worth it, I promise. ;) This is one of the most moving stories I've ever written. It's definitely moved me.