Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly.

Freddie woke up, and had to blink several times that the figure above him was Spencer. He was talking to someone, maybe a nurse?

"Oh, he's waking up… hey, Freddie!" Spencer sat down next to him, and Freddie didn't even notice that Spencer had on a full leg cast and a bandaged up face.

"Hi, Spence."

Spencer glanced over to the nurse, and she said to Spencer, "I didn't say it was such a bad concussion that he wouldn't remember anything, just the things right before the accident and right after." She looked down to Freddie, "Hi, Freddie. I'm Nurse Lysha. Do you know why you're here?"

It took Freddie a second to realize what she meant. He discovered he was in a hospital room, and that Spencer was in a full leg cast with a bandaged face.

Freddie's eyebrows came together in a worried expression, "Spencer what happened to you? How did you break your leg like that?"

Spencer looked down, and back up to Freddie, "You don't remember how this happened?"

"Why would I? I wasn't there…" Suddenly, Freddie began to wonder more about how he got into this hospital in the first place, "Was I…?"

The nurse nodded, "Yes, you were in a very bad accident. You probably don't remember any of it, or very little. You also broke your shoulder pretty badly."

Freddie almost jumped in surprise to see his whole arm in a cast, and in pain. How had he not noticed that before? Or felt it?

Spencer let out a small, sad laugh.

"I don't remember it at all…" Freddie said, suspiciously. He was seriously wondering if this was all just a dream.

"You have retrograde amnesia. You don't remember the things that happened just prior to the crash. It really did happen." Nurse Lysha told Freddie, calmy.

Spencer was quietly sitting beside Freddie, biting his lip, "So, do you remember where we were going when we crashed?"

"No…" Freddie said, still unsure if he was dreaming or not. It felt like a dream.

"What is the last thing you remember?" Nurse Lysha said.

"I was… at Spencer's apartment."

"Remember anything else?" Spencer urged, and the nurse held a hand up to Spencer to not rush things.

"So, do you remember anything else?" The nurse said comically after, making Spencer throw his hands up and roll his eyes sarcastically.

"Not really… I forgot everything. I remember I went onto a field trip, and then when I got home early, I came over to your apartment."

"Yeah, you didn't go to school. Sam did, though. Do you remember what happened that day at school that you weren't there for? Sam told you what happened." Spencer explained.

Freddie shook his head, and looked up to the nurse and Spencer, "No…"

Spencer frowned, and looked to Nurse Lysha, "Can I tell him?"

"Yes."

"Sam came over saying how a lot of people at school now know about her… being pregnant," He looked up, just to check to see if Freddie remembers at all. He didn't, "and you said about how Carly spoke loudly to you so everyone could hear… and then a little while after that, she started to hyperventilate, and had an asthma attack. She didn't have any inhaler, and we rushed her to the hospital. That's where we were going-"

"Wait! Sam had an asthma attack? She was in the car? Is- is she okay? Where is she?" Freddie started to get up, and suddenly moaned in pain, but was still eager to get up. Nurse Lysha had to calm him down and get him back onto the bed.

"She's a floor down. She's pretty bad- she actually could've been a lot worse if it wasn't for you."

"Me?" Freddie asked.

"Yeah, you protected her- jumped over to cover her just before you got hit. It probably saved her from much worse damage."

"Worse damage…. Well, what's the damage now? What's happening? Is she okay?"

"She's okay, Fredd-o." Spencer said.

"Can I see her? What happened to her?"

"The crash jolted the baby around quite a bit. When we got to the hospital, the first thing we did was stop the attack. She was in a lot of pain- poor thing, with the crash, and the asthma, and she was pregnant in all of that. She's a toughy, though, didn't cry or yell as much as we all expected. So, the asthma was under control, and we fixed up her arm- it's broken. Right now, she's getting an ultrascan to check the baby. She was throwing up a lot- the crash jolted the baby around."

"Oh my god…" Freddie moaned quietly, and put his face into his hands.

Spencer pat his back.

"The condition would be a lot worse if she was further into her pregnancy, but since she was about 10 weeks, it wasn't so bad. She could've had placental abruption- it could detach the placenta from her uterus- she could have had a miscarriage or a premature birth. There is still the possibility of future problems, but they are scanning her now."

"Can I see her?" Freddie looked up, sad, but hopeful.

The nurse sighed, and said, "Sure, I'll get you a wheelchair. You'll probably need one-your side is pretty bad."

"I don't need one." Freddie quickly said. His side was killing him, but he didn't want Sam to see him like that, especially when she was in a way worse situation. He really hoped she'd be okay.

The nurse argued, but Freddie just got up to limp downstairs. The nurse got ahead and led the way to the elevator. Spencer followed.

We approached a hall, and rounded the corner to a room that was dimmed, but with a lot of lights. Nurse Lysha opened the door, and the two followed.

Sam was leaning against the back wall on the bench with her arm in a sling, dressed in a hospital gown-with a pair of sweatpants. Sam didn't do gowns.

There were two nurses working on computers and looking at the screen of the ultrascan to see the baby's heartbeat on the monitor.

Sam looked like she was pass out any second; she didn't even notice Freddie until he tapped her shoulder and sat next to her. She nearly jumped out of her seat when he did that.

"Hey, Sam." It was quiet for a while.

"You know… I thought the baby would die. They thought that at first for a little while."

That was something Nurse Lysha left out.

"She still might have problems…though." Sam sighed.

The room was quiet. It was probably midnight… maybe later.

Sam suddenly threw her arms up, "I screwed it up! It wasn't even any of our own faults that this happened, but since I was there, and the baby was in me, I screwed up! I just wanted to keep the baby so healthy, so then when we gave him or her away, we could know that it would have a good and healthy life. I don't want to keep this baby from having the greatest life! But… this might have done it. That stupid driver…" She was so tired and delirious. She's been through so much in just one day, but she meant what she said.

Freddie sat closer, "It won't, Sam. You didn't do anything."