Two updates in one day, whaaaaaat? Hahah, well here I am again, with the longest chapter thus far, and I hope you like it. This one switches POVs, okay(:

Freddie's POV

"No, Freddiebear, you have to pull the yarn through to make the knot, no, no give me that." My mom said, trying to teach me to crochet even though it was past midnight. She had recently been trying to be a cooler mom and I could definitely live with these changes.

"Mom, I told you I'm no good a crocheting. I liked quilting better." I said with a sigh.

"You're no good because you're not trying." she frowned and fixed what I had done.

"Mom, I really don't think-" then the telephone started ringing. "I'll get it." I got up and made my way to the buzzing telephone and picked it up. The caller ID read Seattle Hospital so I figured it was for my mom. (She worked there.) "Benson residence, this is Freddie."

"Hey, Freddie, it's Lori. I need to speak to Marissa."

"No problem, here she is." I said, putting the phone on speaker and handing it to my mom. ("Speaker phone is less radio active than putting it to your face, Freddie.")

"Hello, it's Marissa Benson, how can I help you?" she said, putting the crochet tools down.

"Hey, Mar, I called to tell you that a young lady named Samantha Puckett just checked in here and we called you because you were listed under her emergency contacts. We tried to contact her mom but that didn't work and we contacted Spencer on behalf of Carly."

My heart dropped and cold washed over me. Why was Sam-why were Sam and Carly at the hospital?

"Is everything okay?" my mom asked, getting up from her chair.

"I'm afraid not," Lori said. "Carly and Sam were in a car accident, a collision with a drunk driver, and Sam had been on the side that was hit. Her right arm and leg are broken and she has a few cracked ribs, nothing too bad, though. Carly has nothing more than a concussion, a broken left arm, and a pair of cracked ribs. Carly is on her way to recovering, she woke up about 5 minutes after being brought here, but Sam is still unconscious." Lori finished explaining the situation.

My heart was racing with every word and when she was done it was like the air was punched out of me. Carly was hurt but okay, but Sam was unconscious and her mom wasn't answering so she had no one. I was already grabbing my jacket and my keys when my mom said something that caught my attention.

"So Sam has no where to go?" she asked the woman on the phone.

"No, we talked to Carly about it and she said that her mother was gone, left town, and that she'd be staying with Spencer. However, Spencer most certainly cannot take care of two young ladies, so we were going to send Sam to a foster home as soon as she's healthy, at least until her birthday." Lori finished.

"Well, I mean…" I gauged my mom's reaction as she spoke. "When exactly is her birthday?" she asked Lori, considering she had all of Sam's paper work.

"April," I replied automatically and blushed a bit at my sudden answer.

"So that would be…6 months?" my mom asked and I heard Lori "mhmm". "Well, we can talk to Sam when she wakes up and maybe I can arrange it so that she can stay with us for the time being. I mean, I am a registered nurse, so…"

"That would be wise, but it is all up to Ms. Puckett. Anyways, we expect you here as her emergency contact so you can get all the details on what is going on with her. You might as well come in uniform since your shift is at one-thirty" Lori said, but at this point I was telling my mom goodbye, and that I would be getting a head start over there. She nodded in my direction, knowing that she would have to take time to get her work stuff, and told me to sanitize after using the elevator.

I couldn't believe Sam was all alone and so hurt…It hurt me to know that she could be in pain. I knew what it was like to be all broken and even though I 'hated' her and she did hit me in places today, I wouldn't ever want her-or Carly, for that matter-to be hurt.

I parked in the hospital parking hastily and hurried inside to the emergency area.

"Hi, uhm, Sam Puckett and Carly Shay please." I told the woman at the desk.

"They are both in room E209." said the woman and I took off towards the elevator and punched in the second floor.

I knew they were both okay but I still felt anxious at the thought of the in a hospital bed. The doors opened and I headed to the hall with the E's and then the ninth room.

When I opened the door I heard Spencer and Carly laughing and it made me feel more relaxed entering somewhere where people were at ease.

"Hey, it's Freddo." Spencer said sending me a silly smile. I chuckled.

"Hi, Spencer, hey Carly, how are you?" I asked.

Carly smiled. She had her arm in a purple and pink cast, a head band for her concussion, and bands around her lower chest region for her ribs. "I'm fine, actually. Just a bit sore. I'm so glad to know Sam and I could have been worse. She woke up a couple minutes ago and she was taken to get a couple tests done, just to check that her brain is working and stuff." she said. Spencer and her were playing with the hospital food, Spencer making her soup talk and Carly was blowing bubbles in the vanilla pudding.

I smiled at them. "So, what exactly happened, Carls?" I asked.

She looked at me in thought. "Well, Sam and I had just left the mall, we had gone to Millad's and stuff, and I was a red light away from Bushwell when a car came speeding at us. Sadly, the driver died instantly, and they later found that his blood had been intoxicated with a lot of bad things. In his jacket pocket was a suicide note, so I guess he got what he wanted." Carly finished. "I kind of pretended to be asleep on the way here while the nurses gossiped." Carly said sheepishly. We all chuckled.

"Well, the good thing is you are both okay," Spencer said, grabbing Carly's hand. I nodded. "However, poor Sam, she has no where to go once the release her. They won't let me keep her." Spencer sighed.

"Yeah, I heard my mom talk to the lady at the front desk about it. My mom said she will consider taking Sam in, though." I said.

Carly beamed. "Oh, that's great! We'll all be neighbors and Sam won't have to go to a foster home." she said.

"Yeah, and my mom is less strict now that we've been seeing a therapist." they chuckled and agreed. "I wonder what Sam will say, probably something like 'I don't wanna be stuck with that nub!'" I said, mimicking her voice.

"I do not sound like that, nub."

We all turned to see Sam being rolled into the room with a nurse.

She had a blue cast on her arm (it matched her eye color) and a green one on her leg. Her chest was in bands like Carly's only Sam had more. They were adding machines to Sam and she didn't look pleased to be so strapped in. Once the nurse left, I made my way to her side.

"How are you, Sam?" I whispered.

She met my eyes. "And you care why?" she asked.

"Because I'm your friend, I suppose. You cared when I was hurt, so why wouldn't I care that you're hurt?" I asked.

She made a face but I said nothing. I brushed a stray piece of hair from her face and I suddenly felt my hand in her good one.

"What did I tell you about touching me?" she growled.

"Get used to it, Puckett. My mom and I are going to tend to you for now on, until you're better." I said with a satisfied smirk at her reaction.

"I don't think so, Benson."

"Oh come on, Sam! You have no where to go!" I said.

"I have Carly!" she countered.

"Actually, Sam," Spencer said, "They won't let me keep you…"

"What?" yelled Sam, outraged. Her heart monitor started to beat faster and I held her down by her arms.

"Sam, calm down." I whispered. She tried to say something but I just said "Shhh…" and she quieted down. I was amazed that it worked.

"Why can't I got with Carly?" she asked.

"Because I have to take care of Carly." Spencer said. "I can't take care of both of you. Besides, Mrs. Benson's a nurse, so she can tend to you very well."

"But she's always working." Sam protested.

"Then I'll tend to you, considering my mom has taught me basic nursing duties." I said.

"Aww, is Freddiebear going to be a nurse? How cute." Sam teased with a smirk.

"No, I'm going to be a doctor, but in the mean time I can try to heal you." I said. "Besides, you're going to be fed in bed and carried and all these things, so you basically have me as a slave." I said with a smile.

She thought for a moment. "I guess I can't refuse a slave." she said with a smile and we all chuckled.

Sam's POV

After a long and ridiculously annoying four days, I was released from the hospital. Carly and Spencer had gone to get my stuff from my old house and they had packed it so I could have it when I got to Freddie's.

I would be staying in his room and he would be on a little bed his mom had for guests (since they didn't have a guest room) on the floor next to me so he could give me my pills every 4 hours and all that lovely stuff.

I was wheeled into the front door of his house and straight to his room by Mrs. Benson who made me lie down immediately.

"Okay, Sam, I have to go work from 4 to 8 then 10 to 2, so Freddie will tend to you then. I have to go get to work in an hour so take your pills now and call Freddie if you need anything when you wake up since those pills will make you sleepy. They're for pain but to ensure you never feel any they are taken every four-"

"Yes, yes, I got it Mrs. B. I just want to sleep, I'm exhausted." I said, interrupting her. I heard Freddie snicker from the door where he was standing and I just shot him a glare.

Mrs. Benson handed me a glass of water from the bedside table and left the room. I didn't even remember falling asleep.

I don't know what pills I took but I do know they were very strong. I remember "waking up" (not really, because I was asleep and dreaming it all) and seeing my dad and my mom holding hands, but they were a beige color for some reason. I called out to them and they started to dissolve like sand. After that I woke up for real drenched in sweat. Freddie was staring at me.

"Are you okay? I heard you making noise and I came to check on you but I heard that when someone is on drug-related dreams that you shouldn't wake them, so I just tried to calm you down." he explained.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I said, trying to sit up but a pain coursed through my side where my broken ribs were. I whimpered and gave up but Freddie was instantly at my side.

"Let me help you," he said grabbing me from under my arms in the gentlest way.

"Gerroff!" I struggled to say.

"Sam," he said sternly. "Just let me help you, I want to, and you need it. It's okay to need help."

I tried to hide my face when I mumbled "Fine,"

Freddie leaned in and took me by my arms. His hands were strong but gentle and I felt warmth pool in my stomach. His collar bone was pressed to my face as he pulled me up and I couldn't help but notice that his shirt smelled like cinnamon and apples. I inhaled deeply as the smell filled me and relaxed me. I then felt cold and I noticed Freddie was no longer helping me and I was sitting up.

"Are you okay?" he asked and I nodded. "Were you just smelling me?"

I blushed a bit and looked away. "You smell good, okay?" No point in denying it.

He chuckled. "It's okay, even though it's weird because I don't use anything…" he laughed and so did I.

"I know, and that's why I like it. It smells like a house, sort of. Warm and welcoming." I said and instantly regretted it.

"Huh, Sam Puckett thinks I smell good. That's interesting." he said, poking my good arm.

"Watch it, Benson. I still have a good fist." I fake threatened.

"I know, I know." he chuckled. "However, you don't smell so great, so how about I help you to bathe?" he asked.

I raised my eyebrows. "Excuse me?"

His face paled then turned pink. "No, not like that! It's just…you probably need help to get to the shower! Oh shut up, Puckett!" he said when I wouldn't stop laughing at his embarrassment.

"I know," I said, laughing. "C'mon, help me." I said, sticking up my arms.

"Okay," he picked me up bridal style and I instantly tensed.

"Benson," I warned.

"It's the only way, Sam, relax." he said, taking me to his restroom.

"Whatever," I huffed. I hated feeling weak. I sighed.

He placed me in the tub and looked at me expectantly.

"What?" I asked.

"Well, you need to remove your clothes and bathe and stuff but you need help. Oi, why did Carly have to get hurt, too!" he breathed. "I wonder how Spencer is dealing with this..."

"We could just wait for your mom," I asked. He looked at his watch.

"No, my mom called and said she was working the shifts together, so it's 7:45 and she isn't going to be home until 2 in the morning." he ran his hands through his hair and sighed.

"Look, Benson, I don't care what you see, I just need to get clean. This is strictly professional." I said, trying not to blush. Freddie, my best guy friend, was about to see my bits and pieces. Dear God.

"O-okay," he stuttered.

"Well, go." said expectantly, and Freddie reached over and placed his hands at the hem of my t-shirt.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Yes, yes, come on!" I said, exasperated.

He gulped and began to pull my shirt up and over my head.

Aww I'm evil :D I left off on the best part so you KNOW you have to review and add to alert to find out how the bath goes. Should it be in Sam or Freddie's POV?

I was thinking Freddie, but tell me what you think in a review.

Thanks for everything you guys, and I'll try to update tomorrow (: