A/N: I'm back again. I've tried to pack as much into this chapter as possible without it seeming cluttered. Some events may seem a little rushed, too. Also, I don't actually think there is a back-staircase in the Shay apartment. And I am so so sorry about the wait for this chapter, I've been having some computer problems. Anyway, here is a chapter from Freddie! Enjoy! **ALSO!** Freddie wan't supposed to say I love you. That was just a placeholder until I thought of something else, I forgot to edit it out. I'm going to change it, though.
"We're going to talk about Sam whether you like it or not. Now, talk!" Carly said firmly.
I opened my mouth, and then closed it again. What could I say to her? I glanced around uncomfortably. I did NOT like this situation.
"Um, Freddie, are you alright?" I saw the concern in Carly's eyes. She touched my cheek, and pulled her hand back when she saw the wetness on her finger. "I… I realize this must be really hard for you Freddie. I'm sorry for trying to force it out of you."
I took her hand, which was still in mid-air, and held it in both of mine.
"I know what happened last time, Carly, y'know, about me and… her… kissing. I get that you feel uncomfortable in this situation. But, I don't want to talk about Sam." I tried to sound comforting.
"Oh… okay." She turned red, and looked down.
"Hey, hey… Carly, c'mon." I said softly.
"I'm tired, Freddie. I want to go to bed." She untangled her fingers from mine, and kissed my cheek. "I truly am sorry… about what just happened."
"Carls, its fine. Remember, we have an iCarly rehearsal tomorrow." I rubbed her shoulder.
"Thanks, Freddie. You really are a great friend." She got up from the car hood, and pressed the lift button. "Bye, Freddie."
"See you later." I decided to take the back-staircase, so I could avoid having to see Sam if she was still here. I walked around the abandoned hallway, and into the locked back entrance of our apartment. I unlocked it, and ran through the house and made a diving tackle for my bed. Now was the time to start thinking.
Thinking about how these were the same Galaxy Wars sheets that were on my bed when Carly first kissed me. Thinking about how Galaxy Wars seemed so childish now, but I never threw the bedding out. Thinking about my ridiculous Nug-Nug costume from a few years back, and how Sam teased me about it. Thinking about Sam. Thinking of our first kiss. Thinking of our second…
It was too much thinking, it made my head spin. I sprung off the bed and wrenched open the window, sticking my head out and breathing in deeply. I felt the wetness on my face, and I already knew that it wasn't the pouring rain from outside. Oh, Seattle. I leaned out further, but a piercing scream almost made me fall out the window. I pulled my head back in too quickly, hitting my head on the window pane. I didn't care.
"Mom!" I called. It was an instant reaction. When I didn't hear a reply, I raced out the door of my apartment and banged my fist on the Shay's door. Nobody came to the door. Carly and Spencer must already be asleep. I raced down the hallway and almost screamed myself when I saw a familiar tangled mess of blonde hair splayed out over the bottom stairs. For two seconds, I panicked. What could I do? I knew I would start to cry like a little girl if I saw her face, if I touched her. But I couldn't just leave her there. I needed to find someone else to help me, someone who would help me at this time of the night – someone who was strong enough to help Sam. I flipped out my PearPhone, and cringed as I scrolled down to the P section. Oh, I must be insane tonight! Calling Nevel for help? What was wrong with me?
"Probably still busy degrading the internet on his stupid website." I joked to myself. I continued scrolling down the Ps, until I found the number I was looking for. I felt so stupid. Why was I even calling him? He probably won't even want to help me; he probably thinks I'm still the freak who tried to hack is computer, but failed. How come I couldn't re-wire that Y2 cable? That was below everything I know! Augh! I was wasting so much time! I shoved my phone back into my pocket and raced down the stairs to Sam. So who cared if I cried like a little kid? Who cares anymore? I tripped over the middle step, and almost lost my balance. I continued running until I reached Sam. I crouched on the bottom step.
"Sam?" I whispered. I slipped a hand under her head and propped her up. "Sam!"
"Freddie?" she whispered. "I… what are you… huh?"
"Shhh… Sam. I'm going to find help."
"Freddie, it hurts." I saw tears welling in her eyes. Those three words made me want to cry. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping that I wouldn't cry in front of her. I couldn't help it. A tear fell out of my eye. Just one, poor, lonely tear. Sam noticed.
"Freddie, don't cry. You're a guy. You're strong." She closed her eyes, and leaned her head onto my arm.
"Sam!" she didn't respond. I needed to find help, and fast. I flicked my phone back open, and flicked to the Ms again, and selected Mom. It ringed, and ringed, and ringed. On the eighth ring, a notice flashed on the screen. No credit. I threw my phone at the wall in fury. Why, oh god, why? I needed to find someone myself then. I pulled my jacket off and bundled it up. I put it on the stairs and gently moved Sam's head from my shoulder to the jacket. I stepped over her lightly, and kissed her forehead.
"I'll be back." I whispered, then ran out the front doors of Bushwell Plaza, and ran straight into a dark figure. I yelped, and then backed away.
"Freddie!" Mom!
"Mom, mom, Sam's hurt, she fell down the stairs, help her, just do something!" I yelled, pacing back and forth in front of her.
"Oh my goodness," She rushed over to Sam and began feeling her arms and legs. "We need to get her to a hospital."
I sat by Sam, stroking her cheek and running my hand through her soft blonde hair. The ambulance arrived in minutes. They loaded her in the back on a stretcher.
"Are you a legal parent or guardian?" The paramedic asked my mom.
"No, but I am a qualified nurse." She replied.
"Well, I'll need you to come with Samantha in the ambulance, seeing as you are the adult who found her." He motioned for mom to climb into the van. I followed her in, but they held me back.
"Sorry, we can't let you in." he said as he began closing the doors.
"No… NO! You have to let me in… you just let my mom in and because…" I started panicking.
"Because what?" the paramedic sighed.
"Because… I… I know Sam! She's my best friend! You can't do this!" I yelled back, unthinkingly. (A/N: This was the changed sentence. I uploaded the wrong chapter) Mom and the paramedic looked at me in shock just as Sam opened her eyes. She stared at me with wide eyes as the ambulance doors closed and they drove off. I walked back into the building, and the realization of what I just yelled sunk in. I dropped to my knees, and put my head in my hands. I heard a small sob, and looked up to see Spencer with his hand on Carly's shoulder, standing at the foot of the stairs. Carly broke free from Spencer and ran over to me. She sat next to me, with her arms around me. She stroked my hair, and let me cry all my tears. After a few minutes, Spencer walked over to us, and helped me up.
"Stay with us tonight, kiddo." He put his hand on my shoulder, and Carly put her arm around my waist, and we walked silently into the waiting lift.
When we got to the Shay's apartment, Spencer immediately ran into his room. I could tell he wanted to give us some space. As soon as he was out of sight, Carly collapsed onto the couch, and cried so long and hard it hurt me too. I wrapped my arms around her and comforted her until she fell asleep in my arms. I continued stroking her hair until she stopped shaking.
I put my head on her shoulder, and soon I was asleep too.