iGet Sick

chapter 2: iAm Not Okay

Daisy215

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly, I own a cat...does that count for anything?

Freddie immediately kicked his shoes off and out of sight. Disgusting.

"My bad." Sam commented turning to throw up again. Freddie winced as it hit the floor.

"I'm gonna get you a bucket." He said, trying to remain calm and not show how disgusted he was. Freddie was good at handling himself in almost any situation. When it came to vomit he couldn't stand it. He still remembered his tenth birthday when Gibby had barfed all over the chocolate cake with buttercream frosting. That was the first and last cake his mother ever let him have on his birthday. He hadn't even gotten to try a piece.

"No! You can't leave me here." Sam shouted, groaning and writhing in pain.

"I'll just be in the kitchen. Besides, I don't think Carly would appreciate you barfing all over her floor." Freddie said. Yeah, Carly was going to freak out, she didn't handle bodily fluids well. That and she might be upset about the carpet, who knew if those stains were going to come out.

"No, you can't leave me alone, I might die." Sam groaned. Freddie's eyes widened, Sam would die if he left her side?

"I mean, I think this is what dying is like. So just in case you have to stay. I don't want to die alone Fredlumps." She grumbled. His expression softened and he immediately grabbed her hand. He was about to drop it and block her punch, but it never came. He just held her limp hand.

"Look Sam you won't die. You know why? Because you're Samantha Puckett, and you're going to outlive us all." He said with confidence, although in the back of his mind he was freaking out. Her hand was so clammy.

"Damn straight." She mumbled with her eyes still closed, leaning back against the pillow. "Never call me Samantha." She added. Freddie rolled his eyes. "Get me a blanket dork, its freezing in here."

Freddie shook his head "Sam you're burning up, you can't get any hotter." He told her with a frown, using his other hand to touch her forehead, wincing again on instinct that she'd hurt him.

"Mama is pretty hot Fredweirdo." She commented, in some sort of daze. She almost sounded half asleep.

"Sam, Sam? Open your eyes and look at me." Freddie said beginning to panic. She opened her eyes slightly before letting out a blood curling scream, clutching her stomach in agony. Freddie dropped her hand and reached for his phone.

"911 what is your-"

"My friend, she's sick, I think she might be dying." Freddie said as he glanced over at an unconscious Sam, her hand hanging off the side where he dropped it.

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