Disclaimer: *Cyber Cry*... I do not own iCarly! But I guess I'll get over it. Heh!

iFace The Inevitable - Chapter Two

I was standing by the window, gazing out to the clouds as the sun beamed inside. I couldn't help but remember the night where it all came down to this. Freddie shouldn't be in here. Perhaps I, or maybe the douche bag who crashed into us, but not him. This wasn't his fault.

I turned around to see Freddie's eyes open slowly and adjust to the bright room. "Freddie!" I call, excited. He'd been asleep for a month. I hate to call it "coma" or any other depressing word of that sort. Asleep means he'd wake up sometime. Coma doesn't give hope.

I hover over him slightly, "You're awake! Finally!" I grab his hand and sit down on the seat next to his. As I've been doing since he got in this room. He stares at me for a while, his expression unreadable. But I ignore it; I'm far too happy to see him finally back to his consciousness.

"Gosh, you've been in this hospital for like a month! Now we can finally go home!"

He continues to stare at me with the same unreadable expression. This annoys me. Was he still angry? His month sleep didn't affect his thoughts just a little? I didn't mean for this to happen... I would never hurt Freddie in such an extreme way.

"Freddie?" I ask, my smile disappearing. I wait for an answer, but he only blinks once. It was probably done because he wanted or had to blink, but I take this as a sign to continue on. "Why aren't you speaking? Look, I know you hate me for what happened... but come on, it's been a month now. I came here everyday to see you. Can you please forgive me?"

I sigh, letting go of his hand. I couldn't take his silent treatment any longer. "Yeah, I didn't think you'd talk to me." I felt my face go long and I stared at an empty spot on his bed.

I decided in my mind that I'd inform a nurse, then go home for a while. I'd Probably call Carly and tell her Freddie was awake and return later in the afternoon to see how he's doing; hoping he'd have forgiveness somewhere in his heart for his stupid friend, who doesn't have any sense, whatsoever.

But, before I left I had to ask him, "How long do you think it'll be for us to be friends again?"

He blinks his eyes a couple of times. It seems like weight is being lifted on his eyes with each blink. He's slipping back... No! I reach for the nurse's button and hit it several times before a nurse comes running in.

"I heard five bells, is everything alright!" She pants.

"He woke up," I say.

"But, he's not..."

"He fell back asleep."

"Oh. Well, I'll go inform a doctor." She turns and heads for the door.

"I'm going to leave for now... I'll be back later in the afternoon. Tell me what the doc say later, will you?" I grab my purse and head towards her. Well, I wasn't really heading towards her, but the door. We were both exiting the room.. duh.

"Sure thing, Sam." She smiles at me.

"Thanks. I'll see you around four, Meg." She leaves the room with a nod. I'd gotten to know her since I was here everyday for minimum two hours, visiting Freddie. Meg was one of his nurses. She had most shifts and was assigned to be here most for him. We'd gotten to know each other a little.. She was nice. Kind of like Carly, but a little different.

I turn back and stare at Freddie one last time before I leave. I'd be back in a couple hours to see him anyway. Besides, I had quite a bit to do. When I reached home, the first thing I did was grab my phone and dial Carly's number. She was back in New York.

"Hello?" I hear her happy voice in my ear.

"Hey, Carls." I greet.

"Hey, Sam. How are you?"

"Good. You?"

"Good, thanks. How's everything going?"

"Freddie woke up today!" I say rapidly.

"What?" She seems confused. "You went to fast. What about Freddie?"

"He woke up today, Carls!"

"That's great! Is he alright, now?"

And, fade smile, "I'm not sure. I tried to talk to him but all he did was stare at me. It's like he didn't know what to say or something.. I couldn't read his expression. He went back to sleep after that. I called Meg and told her about his progress, and now I'm here telling you."

"Well, I hope he wakes up soon, again. That's a good news to hear."

"Yeah, anyways, I have some stuff to do.. I just called to inform you about his situation. I'm visiting him again after a while so I'll keep informing you."

"Okay. Text me if I don't pick up."

"Will do. Bye Carls."

"Bye, Sam." After we hang up, I walk to my kitchen and find the left over ham Mark had brought me after we'd fought yesterday. Since the situation with Freddie occurred, Mark and I have been fighting an awful lot. We never used to fight before. If we did, it was playful fighting and he was mostly just flirting. But now... it had gone to a whole new level. He hated when I spent time with Freddie at the hospital, or talk about him, every little thing about Freddie pissed him off.

Usually, a girl is supposed to feel good about her boyfriend getting jealous... Is it weird that I don't? I used to find it hot on Mark when he got jealous of me looking at other guys or talking of my hot co-workers. Now, it's completely different; he sees Freddie as a threat. Anyways... I'm supposed to take care of some things. I guess I'll do that after I have some good ham in my stomach.

Freddie's POV

When I woke again, it was still bright in the room. Not too bright like earlier (I can't remember how long I was under darkness, of course), but the sun still shined a little. I looked around the same hospital room. The only difference was that it was empty this time. The female with blond, curly hair wasn't here. I felt kind of saddened to not see her presence. I needed answers from her. I wanted to know who I was, who she was and what had happened.

I guess I got lucky when I wished to see her again. She walked inside the empty room with a cup of Starbucks Coffee in her hand. She smiled when she saw me and sat on the chair beside the bed again. "You're awake again." She said, calmly this time. I was hoping to see her excitement again, but I liked her calm state too.

"Will you talk to me?" She asked. I nod my head in response, smiling (or at least trying to). My face felt too stiff; I couldn't move a muscle at this moment. She smiles bigger when she sees me respond (even though it wasn't verbal), "So.. How was your sleep?"

"Alright," I croaked. Embarrassed, I clear my throat... That wasn't my real voice, was it?

She chuckles. "How are you now?"

"Good. How are you?"

She ignores my question and stares at me for a while before taking a deep breath, "Do you remember anything?" How did she know my situation? Instead of questioning her more, I shake my head sideways. She frowns at this. "They were right," she muttered.

"Who were right?" This time, my voice was clear, but still very soft. Better than before.. Whew!

She ignores my question again, "You don't remember anything," she said. "It's all my fault."

"What's all your fault?"

"For getting you into this. It should be me in that bed,"

"Don't say that." I say in disbelief. Whatever happened didn't seem like her fault to me. She was nice... She told me she came to see me everyday for a month, since I was in here. She was probably just feeling guilty at whatever the situation was that glued me to this bed for four weeks. But I still didn't blame her for my position; she seemed perfectly innocent to me.

"Freddie?" she frowned at me, "Do you remember anything at all?"

"No." I replied honestly. "But I want to." Maybe that'll lighten up her mood?

She smiled a little. "I feel bad taking advantage of your liking towards me when it should be hatred."

I shook my head in disagreement, "I don't think you deserve my hatred."

She remained silent for a long time before looking up at me, meeting my eyes. "You don't remember anything, do you?"

"No." I replied honestly. "But would you help me?"

"You always shut me down with your one-word answers, but fire hope after." She chuckled.

I smiled seeing her face light up a bit. She looked beautiful... If only I remembered who she was. "So, is that a yes?"

She nods, "Yup. Do you wanna know something now or wait till later?"

"Now, if you don't mind. Some things if not everything. I don't think I can know everything in one day anyway." I smile foolishly at my dumb statement. Of course I couldn't take in everything in one day. Why did I even have to say that? Stupid... Wait, what's my name?

"Okay..." she begins, "Your name is Fredward Benson, Freddie for short,"

Alright.. Stupid Freddie...! Tsk Tsk... Insert mentally chucking to self here.

"You are currently twenty-four years old. Your birthday is on July 21st, about a month away. Today is June 17th. You were glued to this bed, unfortunately, on May 10th..." she looks up at the ceiling as if searching for answers. "What else do you want to know?"

"Tell me about yourself. How we met, how are you related to me... Our relationship. Everything!" I exclaim.

Her cheeks change color to a soft pink as she looks away from me, smiling. "I'm Samantha Pukkett, Sam for short... Basically I'd kill anyone for calling me Samantha. We met in sixth grade and have been friends since. Our best friend is Carly Shay, who's currently in New York. Since the sixth grade till after we graduated, the three of us were involved in a popular web show called iCarly. You were our dorky tech producer and we'd not been anything without you..." She looks at me and her face shows sadness again, "I used to make your teen years miserable." She sighed heavily. "I still have been, that's why you're here."

I grew angry at this. "Sam, I told you you're not to blame! Please stop it."

"I miss you calling my name in your angry voice. When you were tied down to this bed with all those stupid wires and what not taped to you, I craved your voice. Just like the time you didn't contact us for two years." A tear rolled down her cheek, but she wiped it away quickly.

I felt my own eyes get watery, but I held in my tears. Why was I feeling so close to her? If we had been in a relationship, she would've mentioned that, wouldn't she? If there was nothing between us... why did I feel like we belonged?

"Samantha! There you are! I've been calling you since hours!" A man walking inside towards Sam and grabbed her elbow. He was angry, it was obvious. He pulled sam out of her chair, without even noticing her face reflecting pain caused by him.

"Mark! I told you I didn't want to be interrupted today. Go away!" Sam told him angrily.

He yanked on her elbow, but she stood her ground. "You're coming with me!"

"Let me go!" She slapped his arm away.

He grabbed her shoulders and shook her abruptly. "How many times have I told you that I hate it when you come here? You're never to see or speak of this dork again, do you understand?"

She got out of his strong grip on her shoulders and angrily pointed her fingers at him. "Don't tell me what to do! You don't own me!" He glanced over to me and saw me witnessing their quarreling. I panicked; he didn't look so mellow.

He stomped over to the other side of my bed, both Sam's eyes and mine following his moves. "This is all your fault, jerk!" he screams at me, reaching for the monitor that was attached to some of the wires which helped me in some ways I didn't know. I felt faint as he plugged one of the transparent wires from the monitor.

"MARK!" Sam yelled, running to his side, trying to yank him away from the machine. My breathing hitched and my eyes rolled back. My vision blurred and I fought to remain awake, only to face darkness for the second time today.

Author's Notes:

Hey everyone! Sorry that I couldn't update sooner... Got a little busy, hehe! But, I hope you liked this chapter! I know that things progressed really fast and stuff, but it gets better. :) I've already started on the next chapter so it should be on your way by tomorrow or wednesday at the latest! You all rock so much! Thanks for all the reviews, favorites, alerts and hits! Love you guys! :)

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