I am so sorry this took so long, I just wasn't sure how to finish this story.

"What about her father?" He asks us.

"Even she doesn't know when he is." I say.

"I see." He says.

"What happened?" Carly asks him.

"And is she okay?" I ask.

"Well…" He starts to say.

Chapter 12: Finally Together

Freddie's POV:

"She got hit by a car." He says. The way he says it makes me feel sick. He says it like those kind of things happen every day, so it's not a big deal.

"Is. She. Okay?" I ask for the millionth time.

"I think she will be." He says. We all sigh in relieve.

"She hit her head pretty hard and lost a little too much blood for it to be okay, but it doesn't look like there's been any serious damage to the brain. She may be a little confused about some things, sleepy, she may not recognize you at first, but none of that is permanent, just take it slowly with her and with some rest she'll be fine. I have a few interesting facts about the guy who hit her too. His name is Josh. He tried to run away, but was distracted and hit a wall." He says. I know it's wrong to think that, but I can't help but be happy about what happened to that guy. He hurt Sam and then tried to run away.

"Is he… dead?" Carly asks quietly.

"No, but it doesn't look like he'll make it through the night. His parents are out of the city right now and there's no way they'll make it in time." The doctor says. There's a moment of silence. I wish I could feel pity for that guy, and maybe a small part of me does, but he hurt her, unintentionally, but he still did and then instead of helping her he ran away. That's pathetic.

"Can we see her?" Carly asks in a shaky voice.

"Yes. But I'll only let one person at a time see her. I don't want her to freak out if she wakes up." He says. Carly and I look at each other.

"You go." She says.

"Thanks." I say. I follow the doctor into her room. He walks out of the room and closes the door behind him. She doesn't look too hurt, except for a big bandage on her head. I sit down on a chair beside her bed.

"Sam?" I ask. No answer.

"I'm sorry." I say looking at the floor, because I don't want to see her like this.

"Uhhhhh." I hear a groan and quickly look at her.

"Sam?" I ask. She slowly opens her eyes. She looks around the room and I see that she looks panicked.

"Sam." I say putting my hand on her cheek. She looks at me. She instantly calms down, but it doesn't look like she recognizes me.

"Do you remember me?" I ask softly.

"…No." She says weakly.

"F-Freddie?" She asks just as I'm about to tell her my name. I feel relieved. She remembers.

"Where am I?" She asks.

"You're in hospital." I say.

Sam's POV:

"The car." I say remembering the car coming right at me.

"How do you feel?" He asks.

"Like I got hit by a car." I say.

"Where's Carly?" I ask and then I remember their fight. I expect his to get angry at the thought of her, to say something like je doesn't care where she is, bit to my surprise his expression only goes guilty.

"She's waiting outside your room, the doctor only let us visit you one at a time." He explains.

"So you two waited there and didn't kill each other?" I ask bitterly.

"…We made up." He says. I look at him surprised. I must've hit my head harder than I thought, because I think I just heard him say that he and Carly made up.

"What?" I ask.

"We made up." He says sighing.

"That doesn't sound possible." I say.

"Look, I'm sorry, me and Carly both are. I know you're angry at me and maybe you already decided you don't want anything to do with either of us anymore and this won't change your mind, but you were right. You were right all along. The fight was stupid and me and Carly should've understood in what kind of a position e were outing you, but we were acting like children, it was stupid, wrong and I'm sorry. I hope you can forgive me." He says looking down. I take a few minutes to process what he just said.

"I forgive you." I say without any hesitation. He looks at me surprised.

"That easily?" He asks. I shrug my shoulders.

"I didn't mean any of what I said back then, I was just angry. When I saw that car… my only thought was that the last thing I said to you two would be that I never want to see you again." I say honestly.

"There's something else I want to tell you." He says.
"Yeah?" I ask.

"I… I love you." He says. I can't believe he just said that.

"You really mean that?" I ask without even thinking about it.

"Yeah." He says nodding.

"I love you too. I know I said I didn't, but I didn't mean that, I just didn't want to hurt Carly and make her hate me by dating a guy she was angry with." I say. He leans down and we kiss. I immediately respond. We pull apart.

"So, does this mean we're… you know… together now?" He asks hopefully.

"Definately." I say smiling.

"Good." He says smiling back at me. He leans down and gives me another quick kiss.

"I'm going to go get Carly." He says.

"Okay." I say. He walks out of the room. A couple of minutes the door opens again and Freddie walk back inside, this time Carly walks in behind him. As soon as she sees me she runs up to me and gives me a tight hug. I hug her back. She lets go of me and looks me in the eyes. She looks guilty.

"I am so, so sorry. I was wrong, please forgive me." She says. Her eyes are watery.

"Of course I forgive you Carls. Freddie already told me you guys made up." I say.

"So you're not mad?" She asks hopefully.

"I'm not." I say.

"…Who was driving the car that hit me?" I ask. The room goes quiet.

"It's some guy named Josh. After he hit you he ran away, but he got into an accident on his way… He's in this hospital." Freddie says.

"Is he alive?" I ask.

"Yeah." Carly says.

"But the doctors don't think he'll make it through the night." Freddie adds.

"That's sad." I say.

"His parents aren't gonna make it to see him in time." Carly says. I get an idea, that's probably stupid and neither my doctor, nor Freddie or Carls would let me do that, but I feel like that's something I have to do or I'm going to regret it for the rest of my life. But first I have to get rid of Carly and Freddie.

"I'm tired." Is ay and give a fake yawn to prove my point.

"Well then you should get some sleep. It's been a long day." Carly says standing up.

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea." I say.

"Do you anything?" Freddie asks.

"No." I say.

"Okay then." Freddie says also standing up. They walk out of my room. Okay, now or never. I use all of my strength to stand up. As soon as I'm off the bed I stumble and almost fall down, but luckily I manage to get my balance back. I slowly walk towards the door. My head hurts and I feel sore all over, but I open the door anyway. I walk out of the room and look around me. I don't see anyone around. I see a nurse walking by.

"Excuse me." I say as politely s I can. Hopefully she doesn't know I'm not supposed to leave my room.

"Yes, how can I help you?" She asks.

"I'm looking for a patient, his name is Josh and he was brought in here today." I say.

"Oh, yeah, I've heard of him. He's in room 202." She says.

"Thank you." I say and start walking away.

"Wait. Aren't you a patient here too?" She asks. I turn around.

"Yes. I was brought in here two weeks ago. Josh is a friend of mine." I lie. It looks like she's about to says something else, but a button on her watch starts beeping and she runs towards a different room. I sight in relieve. It takes me about ten minutes to find the room 202. Which means that I don't have much time till someone figures out I'm missing. I stand in front of his door. Maybe this is a bad idea. I mean even if he's awake which I don't think he is, what am I going to say? Hey, I'm the girl you hit with your car… sorry that you're going to die? This is ridiculous. I hear footsteps coming from around the corner. I panic, no one can see me or they can figure out what I'm trying to do. Without even thinking about it I run inside the room 202. I close the door behind me and look at it, waiting for the footsteps to pass. They do. That's when I realize that I'm inside Josh's room. I slowly turn around and look at the boy lying on the big bed. He looks like he's about a year older than me. He could be cute, but he's seriously messed up. He's all bandaged up and he has fresh wounds all over his face. I notice that his eyes are open and he's looking at me. Does he recognize me? Does he even realize what's going on?

"Hey." I say hesitantly.

"Hi." He says weakly. It sounds like he's in pain. I walk towards his bed and sit down on a chair next to him. Once again I wonder why I came here.

"Do you know who I am?" I ask. He looks at me. After a couple of minutes his eyes go wide.

"You're the girl I hit." He says.

"Yeah." I say. He looks confused, shocked and in a lot of pain.

"I'm sorry." He says.

"I'm glad you are, but I didn't come here to hear your apologies or yell at you." I say.

"Then why are you here?" He asks.

"…I don't really know. They told me you're going to… die. It seemed like a thing to do." I say.

"If you feel guilty then don't. It was my entire fault. I tried to run away. I should've done that." He says.

"I know… I guess I just wanted to say… I forgive you… Really, I'm not mad at all." I say. He smiles. It's a week smile, but it looks like he's really happy.

"Thanks. I'm glad to hear that." He says. "Are you okay?" He asks.

"Yeah. Head hurts, but I'll be fine." I say.

"Good." He says. There's a moment of silence.

"You don't have to stay here you know, it's okay if you leave. I mean you're hurt too." He says. I remember how I felt when Carly and Freddie were fighting. I felt alone, like I lost everything I ever had. And when I saw that car, those few seconds felt like hours. I thought I was going to die.

"I know. But no one should die alone." I say.

"…Thank you. I don't deserve that." He says.

"I don't know you, but just because you did one bad thing that doesn't make you a bad person." I say. We spend the next two hours talking. He tells me about his parents, his little sister who loves painting, his dog that died two years ago. He tells me he hopes he'll see him again. And I tell him about Carly's and Freddie's stupid fight, about my messed up parents, about Melanie and how I made sure she'd get into a boarding school so that she could have a better life. In two hours he finds out more about me then Carly and Freddie did in five years. I was aware that ten minutes after we started talking people noticed I'm missing and started looking for me, because I overheard people talking on the other side of the door. Josh told me that I should go because my friend's are worried, but I told him that my friend's can wait and he can't. Two hours after we started talking he closed his eyes and his heart monitor started showing a straight line. The last thing he said was – never hesitate to take a chance, life is too short for that. I started crying, even though I've only know him for a few hours, he hit me with a car and that was completely not like me, it was still sad. Doctors rushed inside the room. They didn't even acknowledge me, they started trying to bring him back, but after two minutes of trying they gave up. That was when they realized I'm here.

"Samantha? What are you doing here? We've been looking for you all over the hospital." One of the doctor's says.

"I know." I say simply, then I stand up and walk out of the room. I walk back to my room and lay down in my bed. I feel exhausted and my head's killing me even more than before. Freddie runs inside my room.

"What were you thinking? You got hit by a car you shouldn't get up from your bed at all! Especially not for that jerk that hit you!" Freddie yells.

"That 'jerk' just died." I say sleepily.

"I know that." He says more calmly. He sits down on the edge of my bed.

"Why did you do it? Aren't you mad at him?" He asks softly.

"No, how could I possibly be mad at someone who just died because of what he did?" I ask.

"I know, but still…" He says.

"I didn't want him to die alone, because that's pretty much what almost happened to me." I explain. His eyes get even softer and there are no hints of anger in them anymore. He leans down and gives me a kiss.

"Don't ever scare me like that again." He says softly.

"That's a deal." I say.

***Two Weeks Later***

Today I was released from the hospital. My head doesn't hurt anymore and Carly and Freddie are back to normal, it's like the fight never even happened, except that now Freddie and I are dating again and this time I'm not planning on letting us break up so easily again. I don't think Freddie is either. Another thing is that ever since they made up I stopped having nightmares and I can actually get some sleep. Since Freddie and I are together now the only thing I regret is that someone had to die. But now I'm happy and I think that everything's going to be okay now.

I hope you liked this and even though this story is over I still hope I'll get some reviews. I would like to know what you though of the way I ended this story. And check out the other stories I'm working on 'Everything That's Gone And Passed' and 'Like Waking From A Dream'. And follow me on Twitter _McCurdian4ever Happy Holidays everyone :)