Immobilized

A fanfiction by Emma.


Summary: When Freddie gets in a life threatening car crash, he's lucky to get out alive. But there is one downside: he's paralyzed. What extent will Sam go to just to make his life normal again?


Ship: Angsty Seddie! XD


Authors' Notes: I thought since, I had two fanfictions up, I could do three. Plus I already have the first couple chapters of this written out. PLUS, I finished my planning on New York, New York, so if I work hard I'll have the second chapter up by next week! I hope the same with When Peter Loved Wendy. But I'm not sure.

Warning: This fanfiction has some serious issuses. If you're uncomfortable with it, then don't read. (By uncomfortable I don't mean sexual wise, I mean mentally wise ... and physical wise. It's very dark, very angsty, and there won't be any/hardly any happy moments.


Freddie Benson had not seen this coming. He had always been taught to look both ways before crossing the street, and he always had. But had he grown so careless? Why didn't he look? He was stupid, he didn't look, he didn't check twice. He forgot. He was careless, and that is why he was now lying on the street, as blood poured out every inch of his body. It hardly hurt. But he felt himself slowly drifting off, he blinked. No, he wasn't going to close his eyes, he had to stay awake. What if he fell asleep, and never woke up? There would be so many people he had forgot to say goodbye to. His mother, Carly, Spencer. . .and Sam. So he forced his eyes open, he couldn't close them. He promised himself he wouldn't. Keep them open, he said to himself, for your friends, keep them open.

He heard a shriek, someone had found him, he wished he could call out: "I'm here, I'm alive! Call for help!" but he couldn't, breath was escaping him fast, and he could hardly breath.

A familiar face appeared in front of him, dark brown hair, and teary brown eyes.

"Freddie," Carly sobbed, "Hang on, help is coming."

Help was coming. Hold on. Keep your eyes open. Do it. Don't close them.

The world was dimming around him, he knew that he couldn't keep his eyes open much longer, he gasped for air and coughed up more blood.

Carly was sobbing, holding tight onto one of his hands, as they waited.

Freddie saw a glimpse of blonde golden curls, as his other hand got taken a hold of.

The sirens were faint through his ears, but he knew they were there.

"Clear out please, miss." said one of the two paramedics that were there.

They lifted Freddie onto a Gurney and put him into the Ambulance.

"Anyone coming in?" asked the second Paramedic.

Freddie still heard Carly's sobs over every sound that passed through his ears.

"I'll go." said a voice - who was it?

"Carly you stay here, I'll call you when everything is cleared up."

The back doors slammed shut, as the Ambulance started down the road.

Freddie Benson had not seen this coming. He had always been taught to look both ways before crossing the street, and he always had. But had he grown so careless? Why didn't he look? He was stupid, he didn't look, he didn't check twice. He forgot. He was careless, and that is why he was in a Ambulance riding towards the hospital.

Freddie's head turned to the side, as he saw the person riding with him.

"Hey, Benson," she said, "you awake?"

He gasped for air and said one thing, "Sam." he tried to lift his arm, but could only lift it slightly.

Sam grabbed his hand, and held it tight, "Listen, Fredwad, don't you die on me." she said, her voice shaking again.

"So. . .hard. . .to stay. . .awake." Freddie gasped.

Sam swallowed and bit her bottom lip, to stop it from quivering, water started to form in her eyes as she put her head down, tears dropped from her eyes to her lap, she squeezed his hand tight.

"Ple-ease, F-Freddie. Don't c-close your ey-yes."

No, he wasn't going to close his eyes, he had to stay awake. What if he fell asleep, and never woke up? There would be so many people he had forgot to say goodbye to. His mother, Carly, Spencer and Sam. So he forced his eyes open, he couldn't close them. He promised himself he wouldn't. Keep them open, he said to himself, for Sam, keep them open.

But the world grew dark around him anyway.

There was nothing left.

He felt everything he ever had felt was now. Gone.


End Authors' Notes: Yes, Sam - again - is OOC, but this is how I feel Sam would act in a situation like this, yes, I believe she would cry, and hold tight to Freddie's hand.

This isn't a iSaved Your Life based episode, nope, it's actually based off of a Suite Life of Zack and Cody episode where Nathan Kress (Freddie) plays a paralyzed boy. And it just grew from there.

Maybe the next chapter can be up later this week!

Emma.