Hey Guys

I'll make this brief. Merry Christmas to everybody, I hope you all had a lovely holiday. Here is the next chapter of iTried To Kill Myself, and I've changed the point of veiw because I wanted to focus a little more on Sam and Freddie. Carly and Sam's relationship was in the first three chapters, so we're changing relationship focus now.

Warning- This chapter contains dark themes.

Disclaimer- Do you think I would really be on Fan Fiction if I owned icarly? Didn't think so.

It's late. The hours are ticking by on the clock, and the whitewashed hallways of the hospital are quiet, apart from the soft snoring echoing from some rooms, and painful mumbles dribbling from others.

The only person that can be clearly head is Carly Shay, who at this moment, is interrupting the peaceful atmosphere that has settled on the hospital with her demanding shouts and aggressive sighs. As she begins to rip into Freddie once again, a nurse appears from around the corner and shushes them.

"SHHH!" She hisses across the room, bringing a slim, pale finger to her mouth, "there are patients trying to sleep here!"

Spencer steps into view, and waves his hand awkwardly at the nurse.

"Sorry about that. I think we'll be heading home now anyway."

The nurse nods curtly, before glaring at the two hotheaded teenagers, and disappearing around the corner again. Spencer sighs, and rubs his eyes, just as the two begin to fight again.

"So you knew all along? That Sam had tried to kill herself? And letting me believe otherwise…"

"I didn't know!" cries Freddie, running a hand through his hair, "I only suspected. And I just wanted to protect you Carly, not full your mind up with false accusations that could only lead to more worry."

"God damn it Freddie!" sobs Carly, suddenly breaking down. Her tears are full of fury as she reaches across and gives her friend a shove that sends Freddie tripping backwards onto the tiles. Spencer jumps in front of them before their fight turns into a wrestling match.

"I think we'd better go home now Carls. You haven't been home in 36 hours. You can come see Sam in the morning," says Spencer, resting a soft hand on Carly's shoulder.

Carly is so distraught, she can barely nod as she leans into Spencer and sobs into his old jumper, her eyes red and tearful. Freddie watches in pain as he watches the sight in front of him. A girl, holding onto the world by her fingernails, and barely holding herself together long enough to cry.

"Come on Carls," soothes Spencer quietly, wrapping an arm around his little sister. He glances up at Freddie, a worried crease forming between his eyebrows.

"You had better go home too, Freddie."

Freddie shakes his head, and motions towards the hospital room with his thumb.

"I'm not leaving her."

Spencer sighs, exasperated.

"Come on kid, you need some sleep."

"I'll sleep here then. I'm not leaving when Sam needs me. And right now, it looks like I'm the only person left."

Spencer attempts to glare at Freddie, but fatigue over takes his anger and he nods in defeat.

"What am I going to tell your mom?"

"Exactly what I told you. She's down in the waiting room, and if it's that urgent, she can come and fetch me herself."

"She's not aloud up here by herself Freddie!"

"Exactly the point. Now, if you'll excuse me," says Freddie sharply, before walking staunchly into Sam's room and shutting the door behind him. He watches through the blinds as Spencer's shoulders slump and he glances at the door painfully, before the brother and sister turn, slowly beginning to walk down the hall, Carly leaning heavily on Spencer for support.

Freddie feels terrible about what he said. He knows he shouldn't have said it, and it's hardly fair. They're both tired, and both need their sleep. And Carly, being emotionally unstable, needs some time to rest.

But then again, Freddie's knows he's going crazy, and he's about as unstable as they come, but you don't see him going home, now do you?

Unable to fight the internal battle any longer, Freddie sighs and turns back to Sam, who lies on the hospital bed, lilac eyelids still reflecting the lights that hang from the roof. He smiles sadly at her, and plonks down in the seat beside the bed, taking her hand in the process.

"Hey babe, I'm back. I just had to deal with something," says Freddie quietly, talking to a corpse.

Freddie waits for a response, a murmur, a slight movement, anything at all. But Sam just lies there, still as ever. Freddie attempts to smile bravely.

"You're really stretching me to my limits, Princess…Puckett," whispers Freddie humorously, but his voice breaks on 'Puckett', the tears begin to flow. Unlike the ones that cascaded down Carly's cheeks, these ones slowly roll down their chosen pathways on Freddie's face and drip into his lap, staining his new pants.

He tries to laugh at his own tears, but the sound comes out distorted and broken. He tries to rub away the redness, to no avail. And soon, he sits there, clasping the hand of his cold love, sobbing his heart out.

"Come back to me," he pleads, rocking slowly back and forth on his chair, like a mad man, "please."

Freddie knows that if anyone were to walk in right now, he wouldn't be able to stop crying. In fact, he'd probably just cry harder. And he knows it's pointless talking to Sam, as most of the doctors warn him that she can't hear anything, but Freddie has to try.

Wiping away his tears, he sits up straighter and attempts to talk in a slow and calm voice, that is still masked by his shuddering breaths.

"Listen to me Sam," he says, tenderly brushing a lock of Sam's hair across her forehead.

"Listen to me baby. Come back to me. I'm here, and I'll be here until you wake up. And…and I know that you feel like nobody loves you, and nobody is there for you, but they are. They are! Spencer is there, harebrained and crazy," Freddie splutters, his laughter full of tears, "but he's here. And Gibby is here. I know you don't like him that much, but he's here. And he's better than nobody, right?" Freddie raises an eyebrow in confirmation, and continues when he hears no protest.

"And all your friends at school are here. And T-Bo is there. My mom's here, even if yours isn't. And Carly's here, Sam! Carly. Poor, poor Carly, who is lost without you. How could you think that leaving this world wouldn't affect her? She loves you so much, and you hurt her. Burned her with the state she found you in. But she'll forgive you. Because she loves you."

Freddie clears his throat. His voice is stronger now, full of love, and hope and courage. He feels more powerful than he has in days.

"And I'm here Sam. I'm here. Your nerdy, galaxy loving, stripe wearing, idiot boyfriend is here. And he loves you…I love you."

Freddie smiles, before brushing his lips across Sam's. He tastes her familiar scent on his tongue and sighs with longing.

"And we're all going to be here for you. Forever. And you can stay with us, and we'll help you get through summer school, and everything will be okay again, you'll see. And we'll start iCarly again…all our fans will be missing you! So, you don't need to be afraid about coming back Sam. Because we're all here for you, I promise."

Freddie swallows.

"I love you. Come back to me Sam. Princess Puckett, you blonde headed demon. Come back to me."

And just like that, Sam opens her eyes.

Thanks for reading. Sorry the chapter was so short, but hopefully the last two chapters will be a lot longer.

-ArtsyAmyStars