Hola, there was a minor cliffy at the end of the last chapter so I won't waste your time with an authors' note, so...

On with the show!

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Freddie had wandered the streets for hours after the party in a depressed, fruitless search for Sam. When he'd finally returned to his apartment his mum had given him hell but her agitated, overprotective shouts just rolled off his back as he slunk into his room and climbed into bed, only to spend the whole night lying awake.

He got up moodily the next morning, feeling as though he'd been hit repeatedly in the head with an electric guitar. He couldn't face going out that day, so he just sat in his living room watching Wallace and Gromit, which usually never failed to cheer him up. Until now.

At about two he checked his cell phone for the first time since the night before. There was nothing from Sam, but there was a voicemail from his and Sam's mutual friend Katie.

Disappointed, he switched his phone off and went to his room, glumly contemplating the empty days of summer vacation ahead of him

(a/n: I know I never said it was Summer, and in the previous chapter the ground was cold and damp, so let's pretend they're having a British Summer i.e. horrible and wet.)

It wasn't until a week later that Freddie switched his cell phone back on. He had barely left the apartment for fear of running into Carly, and had contented himself with staring into space and feeling down.

He'd forgotten about the voicemail from Katie, but as he once again noticed the icon telling him he had a voicemail, he decided to listen to it.

'Hey Freddie, its Katie,' Katie's usually chirpy but currently anxious voice said. 'Um, I'm sure you've heard Sam's been taken into the Hospital' – Freddie sat bolt upright – 'so a bunch of us are getting together and buying her a really cool present. Give me a call if you want in on it. Bye,'

Freddie's eyes widened. Sam was in the hospital? How? When? Why? He had to get there.

He snatched up his jacket and left the apartment immediately, walking quickly so the 30-minute walk would be shortened.

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The walk took only 20 minutes for him, for as his panic increased so did his speed, and he found himself running into the reception.

'Sam Puckett please,' he gasped at the receptionist.

'Are you a relative?'

'No, I'm a boyfriend – friend – I don't know but I have to see her. Please.'

The look of intense urgency in Freddie's eyes won over the aging receptionist, who promptly gave him directions to Sam's room, #512.

He ran up there, his lack of athletic talent not bothering him, and blundered along until he found the correct room. A nurse was exiting the room as he approached it.

'Excuse me, can I talk to Sam please?' he asked breathlessly. 'It's really important.'

'How are you connected with Sam?' the nurse asked.

'I'm her boyfriend. Well, I was. Please, I have to get in there and tell her everything.'

'Honey, she's pretty non-responsive.' The nurse hushed her tone. 'If there's no progress soon, well.... decisions will have to be made.'

Freddie bit his lip and nodded gravely, trying not to let tears spill from his eyes. 'Can you tell me what happened?'

'Her friends say she was running away from a party, pretty distraught about something, and they lost her. Our ambulance found her on St. Albans road - she was hit by a car.'

Freddie's eyes widened further as the situation sunk in. He had caused this? He felt sick to his stomach but nodded in thanks to the nurse before entering the room.

Upon seeing Sam hooked up to all sorts of machines and looking so weak and fragile, tears rapidly escaped Freddie's eyes, but he bravely stepped forward to say something.

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Everybody now: Awwwwwwwwwww! If you think that chapter was emotional, wait 'til the next chapter. I stayed up last night writing Freddie's deep and meaningful paragraph. Yeah, he has his very own paragraph. I may go type that up now so I can post it later today.

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