I've gotten a lot of this prewritten, which is why you're getting three chapters in one day. Note- I did curse a bit in this chapter (Freddie says bullcrap, and Sam syas/thinks hell). I do try to limit the swearing, but I couldn't for this situation, so I apologize if it bothers you. Anyway- enjoy.

"You alright?"

Sam flitters around me- gaze laced with concern, eyes pained. I shift my body a bit- so I can lean more heavily on my crutches, and nod.

She's worried. Really worried. I know that everything was terrifying for her, and I can't feel more horrid for hurting her the way I did. She was crying- sobbing, actually- and that's saying something, because Samantha Puckett does not cry.

"Freddie, are you alright? Should I have them bring a wheelchair? Are you in pain? What hurts?" My mother is seriously irritating me right now. I'm fine, and she refuses to understand that. She's still angry at Carly- and though she hasn't said anything negative to Sam- I doubt she agrees with my choice of a girlfriend. But honestly, screw her views. I pushed Carly out of the way because I'd rather get hurt, than see her in a hospital bed. And I love Sam more than anything- she's my entire world.

"Mom, I'm fine," I grumble, as we walk out of the hospital. Sam is walking close to my side- ready to assist me if I stumble. A small smile graces my features, and I stop short, turning back to kiss Sam gently.

She looks surprised, but kisses back. However, a sharp force jolts her back, and I look up into my mother's angry eyes. "What in the world are you two doing?! That's disgusting!"

Sam's face falls, and fury blazes in my eyes. My mother is beyond irritating, and I've had enough. "Mom, seriously. I've had enough of this. You're yelling at Carly, and now you go off on Sam. She's my girlfriend, if you didn't realize it, and yes, we're allowed to kiss. I love her, and can't you see how shaken she is? You're not the one that watched the truck hit me- that was Sam. You're also not the one who saw me unconscious and bleeding on the ground. Sam has seen a lot more than you have, and you're being so overprotective, and I'm done. I'm 15 years old, and you treat me like I'm seven. You need to accept that I'm a teenager, and not a little kid. Yeah, I'm hurt. So what? I did it to save my best friend. Why aren't you proud of me? Isn't that a quality of a responsible, focused young man? But no. Instead, you make Carly feel like trash because of my decision. That's honestly bullcrap, mom. And I'm done."

"Here, easy."

Sam helps me into bed, making sure to elevate my leg, and place at least two pillows behind my head, and one behind my abdomen area, to support my abused ribcage. She curls into my side, and I lean down to kiss her head, as she rests her head on my chest.

"I love you," she whispers.

"I love you too, Sam," I reply. "I'm sorry I scared you. But you know I'd do the same if it was you in that position, right?"

She nods slightly. "I wouldn't want you to, though. I'm not worth it."

I look her in the eye. "Sam, don't you dare say that. You're more than worth it. I would take a bullet for you- I'd die for you."

"You won't have to," Sam mutters tightly.

"Sam." I look at her with deep concern, using my uninjured arm to brush away the tears that have begun to roll down her cheeks. "What's going on with you, baby?"

She sighs and shakes her head. "It's nothing. You don't need to worry about it. You need to focus on getting better."

"Alright," I say firmly. "I need you to listen to me. I am not going to let you degrade yourself like this. You are important. I love you, and I need you to be honest with me. If you're upset about something, please tell me. I won't be mad. I don't want you to suffer in silence."

Sam's silent for a few moments. Then, she turns to me, her eyes sharp with pain. "Did…was the fact that you pushed Carly out of the way of the truck…an indicator that you don't love me anymore…? That you want to be with her, instead of me…?"

My stomach drops. "Oh, Sam…no…I don't love Carly like that, I promise. I love her like a sister, not in the way I love you. You're the most beautiful girl on this planet, and honestly- there is no other girl I'd rather be with. I love you so much, and I will never leave you, hurt you, or betray you in any way. I promise."

"I…I've just been hurt before…" she whispers. "And I can't get hurt again…especially by you. Considering everything we've been through, I don't think I could take it."

"I won't hurt you. I swear on my life," I whisper, kissing her head. "I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I did."

Sam leans her head on my shoulder, sighing softly. "Y'know…I could really go for a smoothie right about now."

I chuckle. "Random, aren't we?"

"Hush, Fredweird," she mumbles. The nickname has me grinning. It's weird- when she insults me, it makes me laugh, and I feel like I love her even more. She's not doing it to hurt me- and our banters are more often than not- playful.

"But seriously. Can I go get us smoothies?"

I laugh. "Yeah, go ahead. You need money?"

She gives me a look. "Have you met me?"

"Wallet's on my nightstand," I reply. She grabs the item and pulls a ten-dollar bill from it, before kissing me quickly, and rising to her feet. "I'll be back soon."

"Freddie? Can I come in?"

I look up from my phone- catching sight of Carly standing in the doorway. ""Course, Carls. Sam went to get us smoothies, she'll be back soon."

Carly nods. "How're you doing?"

I sigh, dropping my phone to the mattress. "I'm okay, pretty sore."

"Sore? You have a broken leg and your hand's all smushed and it's all my fault."

"It's not your fault."

"Yeah it is. If I'd seen that stupid truck coming-"

"Stop."

Carly walks closer, until she's standing right in front of me. "You saved my life."

"C'mon…"

"Sam said that truck would've run right over me."

"Maybe," I grin shyly at her, and she smiles. As I try to sit up straighter, pain shoots through my abdomen. My eyes widen, and a hand flies to the injured area, as I begin to wheeze, trying to calm myself down without alarming Carly. She already blames herself- seeing me in pain will only add to it.

"Freddie! What's wrong?! You're in pain!"

I look up at her, blinking back tears. "Can you…grab my meds…ribs hurt…?"

Her eyes widen, and she nods, looking frantically for the pill bottle. When she finds it, she unscrews the cap and grabs a water bottle, shaking two pills into her hand. Handing both the pills and water to me- Carly watches with scared eyes, as I down my medicine and try to work myself out of an oncoming panic attack. The pain finally begins to subside, and I sigh in relief. "Much better. Thanks for helping me."

Carly hangs her head. "If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't need my help."

Exasperation flares in my veins. She needs to stop blaming herself. "Will you stop with that?"

"Y'know…everyone at school's saying you're a hero."

"I flop back onto my pillows, releasing a soft sigh. "I don't feel like a hero."

"Well…" She walks closer. "You are one…to me." She sits down on the bed beside me, and I can feel myself getting a little uneasy. She's too close for comfort.

"Carly, can you-"

She shakes her head, leaning down. Silence hangs in the room, as she gets closer and closer. I try to protest but she shushes me, forcing me to just lie there like an idiot. The next thing I know, her lips are on mine.

And it's absolutely disgusting.

Tears stream down my cheeks, as I stand in the doorway- two smoothies in my hands watching Carly kiss my boyfriend. Keyword- my boyfriend. Freddie is mine, not hers. Why the hell is she kissing him?! She knows we're in love. I stare at the scene through tear-filled eyes, observing carefully. Freddie didn't cheat. He's injured- there is no way he could've gotten out of it- and he told her to stop, but she refused to listen.

Maybe it's for the best. Freddie would be better off with Carly anyway. She isn't a delinquent- she's pretty, sweet, and gets good grades. She can give Freddie everything he deserves. Unlike you.

So here's where Carly begins to become a bitch. I hope you enjoyed the chapter- and please don't forget to leave a review. They prompt faster updates :)

-Neha