I'll get better

Getting Through the Night

Okay, so I've figured Wattpad out. So maybe when they told me about "wattpad's new tools" and a supposedly "mandatory tour" I should've listened. Well, okay. Btw the last chapter-title was from the song Centuries by Fall Out Boy. Have you guys heard Uma Thurman yet? You probably have and just don't know what it's called. I love it. Anyway, onto the sto- WAIT! ONE MORE THING! IT'S LITTLE I PROMISE! I loved in the last chapter when Sam is arguing with Freddie about when he gets to check on her. That is all. Continue. -ry!

Freddie's pov

Wasn't expecting that one, huh?

EH EH EH EH EH

My alarm blared in my headphones. I groaned and turned it off. It was 12:00 A.M., (yes the A.M. is necessary,) and I needed to make sure Sam was okay. I was really worried about her. I try not to show it, because she likes being independent. But that's a trait of the Benson's. We tend to be protective. Some more than others. (My mom.)
I brushed her bangs back from her forehead and smiled when she smiled. She was sleeping fine, but then I must have become something in her dream because she latched onto me.
"No, Sam, that's putting too much pressure on your incision."
She tightened her weird hug-choke.
"NO SAM."
Even after surgery the girl's got a hard grip. I pulled her away from me and laid next to her, but dream-Sam obviously didn't like that because Sam started crying.
And so of course, Carly had to wake up.
"Freddie? What'd you do? Come on!"
"I don't know! She just grabbed me and she was putting pressure on her stomach so I had to stop her!"
"Well, what do we do? Do we wake her?"
"I guess?"
"You don't sound sure!"
"Why would I sound sure right now?!?!"
I lightly shook her shoulder.
"Sam!" I whisper-shouted.
I did it again.
"Oh, we must have forgotten it would take a nuclear bomb to wake Sam up." Carly moaned.
How very convenient.
"Can you please handle this?" She said, looking at me pleadingly. Whenever me, Sam, Carly, and Gibby have Icarly sleepovers she's the first one asleep, Gibby second, then Sam and I go down to eat food. Well, she goes down to eat food. I try to stop her then give up and follow. The point is, Carly can't stay up late.
I sighed. "Sure, I'll handle it."
"I'll deal with awake Sam, you deal with asleep Sam."
I laughed. "Sounds good."
Time to figure this out.
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I tried everything. If she was okay, I would've shoved her off the bed and waited, but there is NO WAY I am doing that. So I breathed in her ear, patted her shoulder, even did an awkward side hug, but she wouldn't stop crying. Not loud crying, just silent tears streaming down her face. Which was even worse, in a way. Finally I grabbed both of her wrists, and blew all over her face. I was tired, okay?!?! She woke up with a cry, and then saw a face in the dark looming over her which scared her even more. I whispered her name until she remembered where she was.
"Sorry. It's the painkillers. They make my dreams all weird."
I let go of her wrists and scooted closer to her.
"Freddie?"
"Yeah?"
"Please make the room stop flipping."
I smiled. "I would if I could, Sam."
She sighed.
"You can't make the room stop?"
I shook my head no.
"Or make me warmer?"
No again.
"Not even stop my stomach?"
Her mood was scaring me. She has never acted like this. Why didn't I just let Carly handle this?
"Freddie?"
"Mm-hm?"
"You look tired."
"I feel tired."
"Well then, stop getting up every hour because of me!"
That's more like her.
"I'm fine. But don't say I'm up because of you. You can't help how you move when you're sleeping."
"Well, is there some way you could make sure I didn't turn?"
"It's suicidal."
"Oh no."
I lifted her up gently (even without appendicitis she feels fragile, with appendicitis.... I felt like I was holding a three-million dollar vase.) and placed her on top of my chest. Then I wrapped my arms just a little bit over her cut, but not too high. You know what I'm talking about.
"There. Now you can't move because you're in my hold of death."
And we fell asleep.