iGet Sick

A seddie fanfiction

Sam woke up that morning feeling like she'd gotten hit by a car. She knew what that felt like, her mom had backed over her once when she was a little kid. She took a sharp intake of breath and slowly made her way out from under her dark purple sheets. Grimacing in pain, she did what she always did during times of trouble, hailed a cab and went to Bushwell Plaza.

Walking up the stairs was pure torture, but she finally made it and began banging on the Shay's apartment door.

"Carly, Spencer, let me in!" she whined. Frusterated after about ten seconds of knocking, she pulled a bobby pin out of her messy curls and picked the lock.

The apartment was surprising quiet, and empty. She called out to Carly again. No answer. She frowned and went straight to the fridge. Maybe she wasn't sick, she was just hungry. She was always hungry.

Taped to the fridge was a note in Carly's perfect handwriting.

Sam-

Went to Yakima for the weekend to visit my granddad, see you Monday. Please don't eat the entire fridge.

-Carly

Sam shrugged and yanked open the door to the fridge. It was well stocked, with nobody around to eat it. Well, she would take care of that problem. Spotting some packaged ham, she eagerly grabbed it. As she did, she felt a pain like fire course through her insides. She yelped and dropped the ham.

"Sam? Is that you?" a familiar nubby voice asked as someone turned the doorknob, realizing it was unlocked.

"Kind of busy here Freddork." She grunted, clutching her sides in pain.

"Really Sam, you shouldn't be breaking into people's apartments in the early morning, or at all, it's really rude." Freddie said shooting her an exasperated look. He did a double take and looked her over intently. "Are you okay?" he asked her.

"I was peachy, then you showed up." She growled, rubbing her side to hopefully soothe the pain. Freddie gave her another look, tilting his head.

"You look kind of pasty." He commented.

"Pasty, who says that?"

"My mother." He sighed. "Why are you holding your stomach like that, and why is there ham on the floor?" he asked her.

"I'm not sick Freddie!" Sam exclaimed angrily. This was not his business. She hated when the nub pryed, although was secretly a tiny bit happy that someone other than Carly and Spencer cared what happened to her.

"I didn't say you were, but now that you admitted it, I think you should lie down." Freddie told her.

Sam sighed, feeling to worn to argue. She slowly started making her way over to the couch, but one step made pain flood to her stomach and she let out a small yelp. Freddie's face filled with worry and he quickly made his way over.

"Let me help you." He told her. She glared at him and leaned on him as he supported her walk to the couch. She laid down with a scowl. This wasn't a good day.

"So what's going on?" he asked her.

"Little stomach ache, no big deal, can you leave now or what?" she replied.

"I'm not going to leave you here alone." Freddie said clearly. He leaned over her and touched her forehead slightly.

"What are you doing?" she scowled, hoping he didn't see the slight blush on her cheeks. She wasn't sure why she was blushing at Frednub touching her. Maybe she was more sick than she thought.

"Checking your temperature, my mom is a nurse, I know what I'm doing." He told her. He placed his hand on her forehead again, and she let him. His hand did feel refreshingly cool. Otherwise she would smack it away, she told herself.

"Sam, you're burning up." He told her, a worried look passing over his face.

She rolled her eyes. "So I have a fever, no need to freak out. Don't turn into Crazy on me."

Freddie rolled his eyes at her comment. At that point Sam lurched over and threw up all over his shoes.

"Sam!" he yelled, half annoyed, half worried about his blond friend.

AN: So, there's the first chapter, please review, this is my first Seddie fanfic! Next chapter should be up shortly.