Chapter 18 (Freddie's POV)

My life had never been better. I was sick and tired of being the dork, the nerd, and the tech-producer; now, I just lived in the moment. The feeling of having power was overwhelming.

Three weeks had passed since I had bought the cabin. Things were getting easier. The cops would show up sometimes, other times they wouldn't. Every time Detective Grant was there.

A bank manger shivered in the corner of the vault. He was so scared he couldn't move. When I first saw him, I thought he was a chicken because he was so skinny. The manger had stopped shivering enough for him to give me the keys. I told him to sit in the corner.

This time we had brought two bags. Each bag was pretty big. You could keep a small child in one. Yeah, that sounded creepy. I shoved the money in the bag. When both bags were full I slung one of my back and carried the other out and threw it to Gabriel.

"Let's go," I growled.

We went outside. "FREEZE!" a cop yelled.

There were police cars everywhere. We were blocked in. I looked around for Sam. I could see Spencer's new rented car in the distance. There was no way we could make that distance without getting shot. "Stay calm," I whispered to the look alikes.

"DROP YOUR WEAPONS AND PUT YOUR HANDS UP!" the same cop commanded us.

I grinned, "Screw you."

Detective Grant came foreword. Gabriel slipped my M16 to me. I pointed it at Detective Grant. "DON'T SHOOT!" he ordered the cops. He stepped closer. "Put the gun down, son. You don't want to hurt anyone else."

"Dude, have you been watching the news? I've killed over five people. You think I wouldn't kill more?" I laughed.

Just as I was going to shoot Detective Grant, there was a loud shot. Pain shot up my shoulder. I felt like just lying down and dying. Gasping for air, I looked down at my right arm. Red blood was rolling down my arm. My blood dripped off my fingertips.

"Freddie!" I heard Gabriel cry.

"Damn you," I said to Detective Grant.

He wasn't the one who shot me, though. I looked among the cops. Luke Johnson was the only man with his gun raised. There was a mocking smile on his face that made me want to rip his head off.

The pain was too much. I grabbed my arm and fell on my knees. My vision was becoming blurred. Then I hit the ground and shut my eyes.

"Freddie! Wake up!" a voice commanded.

Groaning, I opened my eyes. As soon as I did, the pain came back to my shoulder. "Don't move," the voice warned.

My vision was messed up. I couldn't let where I was or who I was with. Was I with my friends or had the cops got me? Someone put a wash cloth on my forehead. They had dirty blonde hair, but that I all I could tell. "Freddie," the blonde said.

It was Sam. Her hand brushed my cheek. "W-Where - " I grunted.

"You're safe," Sam assured me. "We're at the cabin. Carly is working on your shoulder. You're going to be fine."

My breathing was quick. "H-How bad is it...?" I choked.

"You probably feel worse than it is. Carly just got the bullet out," Sam told me.

I groaned with pain. From what I could see I was bleeding every where. Carly had gloves on and was working on my shoulder. I think, Spencer and Gibby were kneeing over a trashcan...but I couldn't really tell 'cause of my messed up vision.

The look alikes were giving Carly tools to work on my arm. The blood was so thick my arm just looked like a red blur. Sam made me look back at her. "It's kinda bad...so don't look," she told me.

I could feel myself slipping into unconsciousness. "I..." I gagged.

"Freddie! Freddie, stay with me! Don't fall asleep!" Carly yelled. I couldn't stop. My eyes were rolling back in my head. "Sam! Do something!" Carly screeched.

"Sorry, Freddie," Sam said and punched my face.

"WHAT THE HELL, MAN!" I cried.

"Don't fall asleep!" Sam snarled. "Or I'll have to punch you again!"

"Almost done..." Carly mumbled.

I knew what she was doing. I could feel the needle enter my skin. It hurt. I felt like my whole body was on fire. So this was what being shot felt like. I had been grazed by a bullet and that hurt like hell, but I would have taken that over the bullet entering my body any day!

"Carly, hurry up before he faints!" Sam said.

"I-I don't faint! I'm a man! I black out!" I corrected.

"Shut up before I give you a black eye!" Sam snapped.

"Done!" Carly said.

My vision started to clear up. "Good," I sighed. Then I looked at my shoulder and fainted.

I had a killer headache when I woke up. When I tried to sit up a hand pushed me back down. "Lay still. Your shoulder is still healing," Sam told me.

She pressed a cool wash cloth to my forehead. I was still at the cabin. The room was plain. Just a bed, nightstand, and lamp. "How long has it been?" I asked.

"Only a day," Sam said. "You won't be robbing any banks for a minute."

I smiled. "So you say."

"I'll make you stay here, Freddie. We don't want you dying on us," she growled.

"Where are the others?" I asked.

"Well, unlike you, some on us have homes and families we need to get back to," Sam said bitterly.

"Right. Sorry. What about you? How come you stayed behind?"

"My mom doesn't care where I am or who I'm with. She likes it if I'm out of the house. She can do what she wants." Sam shrugged. "So why hang out with her when I can hang out with my injured, suicidal, hot fugitive boyfriend?"

I laughed but stopped quickly because it hurt. "Thanks, I feel loved."

"Hey, I'm the one who's taking care of your sorry butt, so shut it," Sam growled.

"Right, sorry," I said.

My shoulder felt like it was on fire. I winced and gripped my wounded shoulder. Thank God, Carly had wrapped it up. It looked pretty bad when I looked at it last. "Did it hurt?" Sam asked.

I made a face. "What to you mean 'did it hurt'? Of course, it hurt!"

"I'm just trying to find something to talk about!" Sam snapped.

"Well, I'm sorry if it was a stupid question," I protested.

Sam frowned and crossed her arms. "Whatever."

"What time is it?" I groaned.

"Nine in the morning," Sam said.

"Alright, cool." I swung my feet off the bed. Then I roared in pain. My shoulder burned like someone had put a hot metal rode on it. "Shit..." I gasped.

"Freddie, you really shouldn't be out of bed," Sam told me.

"I'm hungry," I complained.

Sam rolled her eyes and shoved a bag of Sun Chips in my face. "That's pretty much all we have."

I gagged. "But Sun Chips aren't that good!"

"Will you just shut up and eat them?" Sam snarled.

"Hey! I'm the injured one here! You should be getting me something good to eat! Like pancakes!" I shot back.

"Benson!"

"Puckett!"

"Shay!" a voice came from the doorway. Carly stood in the doorway with some Subway subs. Sam and I just starred at her. "What?" she asked. "You guys were saying each other's last names, so I figured I might as well throw mine in there."

"See, Sam? That is real food." I pointed to the subs.

Carly sighed and pulled a chair up next to Sam. "Really? You two are together? Could have fooled me."

"Well, it's not always like this! Freddie was just being picky!" Sam cried.

"Now, Sam, we both know you started it by giving me this bag of what some people dare call chips!" I said.

"Guys, seriously, let's not fight. And, Freddie, you shouldn't be out of bed anyway," Carly told me.

She gave Sam and me our subs. It took me about thirty seconds to shove the whole sub in my mouth and eat it. "So what are they saying on the news?" I mumbled through my sub.

"They said that the cops think you're wounded...which is really stupid because they know they shot you," Carly said.

"How long before I can get money again?" I asked.

"Dude, it's going to be awhile," Sam said.

"I don't have 'awhile'. The cops could find me any day now!" I protested. After I said that, my shoulder burned more. The pain was so bad I just let myself fall back on the bed.

"Freddie! Are you okay?" Sam leaned over me.

"Great," I squeaked.

Carly and Sam laughed. "Carls, help me left his feet on the bed."

They picked my feet up and swung them on the bed. Every movement hurt. If I moved my hand my shoulder would hurt all over again. Carly stayed for a few hours then left. She tried to make Sam go home but Sam refused.

"You look tired," I noted.

"Well, I have been watching your sorry ass last night and today," Sam said.

"You could take a nap if you wanted too," I told her. "My left arm is okay, you could use it for a pillow."

Sam sighed and rolled her eyes. She stood up and laid next to me. Her head rested on my left arm. "That doesn't hurt too much, does it?" she asked.

"No, no. You're fine," I smiled.

Sam snuggled up to me and put her hand on my chest. I hadn't noticed that my whole torso was wrapped in gauze. Painfully, I left my right hand and put it over Sam's hand. She smiled and closed her eyes.

Author's note: Kind of a bad way to end a chapter but I didn't know what else to write. Oh, I have to admit, I really liked the "men don't faint" part. Lol. REVIEW PLEASE! If I somehow have 95-100 reviews after I post this chapter I'll...I'll...what do you guys want? I can't think of anything...Yes. I've turned to the dark side. I want reviews!