Sara Murphy was tired of Doofenshmirtz's unnecessary presence in her home. She was tired of him ruining and stealing her things. She was tired of his unfunny, slightly demeaning sense of humor. And she was tired of being scolded for scoldinghisbad behavior. It was like Mama Murphy dismissively believed her daughter had been playing a game of "he started it" with the zany houseguest.
That's the other thing. Doofenshmirtz had long overstayed his welcome, as typically houseguests don't linger for over a month.I hope soon he'll finally be gone,Sara thought bitterly, sitting on the edge of her bed. Certainly she would hear as soon as he left, considering her family had warmed up to him. They would probably greatly despair if he so much as said he was going out of town for a weekend.
Currently, the Murphy parents were out Christmas shopping, and had left Doofenshmirtz "in charge". Sara thought that was ridiculous and offensive, considering she'd normally be in charge. Seeing someone become so beloved to Sara's family that she already battled to receive attention from made her indescribably angry. Maybe people unfairly judge her anger, believing that it's selfish or petty to be so upset over someone else's attention. She knew that was the likely response, and that she was expected to cave and appreciate his company and respect him. That wasn't what she felt like doing, no matter what people thought.
She slipped into cute black socks with blue and red shapes ringed around the ankle. One of her favorite pairs, which she always was extra gentle with in the hopes of preserving it for the longest amount of time possible. Nearly the moment she finished putting her socks on, she heard something that made her anxiety peak immediately.
"AAAAAAAAAH!" Rang a horrible, jarring shriek from downstairs. It sounded like her little brother Milo, but the distortion caused by its volume made Sara unsure. As panic and adrenaline set in, she stood herself up with wobbly legs, shooting out of her door and discovering what the commotion was about.
Doofenshmirtz had seemingly been unmoving and unresponsive, laying on the Murphys' couch. Nothing filled Sara and her brother with more dread. Already, regrets were high for Sara, who wished that Doofenshmirtz would leave. She never meant it like that.
"No, don't freak out! I'm going to call the police," Sara promised Milo, running back to her room and lunging into her cellphone, not even wasting time on her lock screen and opting for the emergency call feature. It would be the first time she ever had to use it. And she could only pray that it'd be the last.
"Hello, 911? A family friend is unconscious on the couch, I don't think he's all right, and I really need help!" She stammered quickly, her whole body trembling with fear.
"Okay, we'll send someone now. Where do you live?"
Then began a long process of questions, except it wasn't long at all. It just felt long because the circumstances of the situation were so oppressive and terrifying.This might be the first death to occur around me,Sara mused grimly. The grotesque thought was so scary she tried to wipe it from her mind. But it wouldn't go away, like she knew that Doofenshmirtz was inevitably dead. It could even be considered her fault, since she didn't know how to perform CPR, an often vital part of life-saving.
When the ambulance finally arrived, Sara was holding Milo's shoulders, hoping to some higher entity that everything was all right. However, the first responder who had just checked Doofenshmirtz's pulse looked to Sara and Milo Murphy with a look of anguish.
Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz was dead.