Phineas looked around the room. Isabella's heart rate monitor was no longer showing a solid line. But that was because it had been unplugged. All of the doctor's in the room looked sad and when Phineas saw the girl lying on the bed he knew why. The light hadn't gone off because she was okay. It went off because she wasn't. A doctor came up to Phineas reluctantly and put a hand on his shoulder.
"We did all we could but.." Phineas just fell back against the wall. The doctors wanted to help him up on instinct but they knew he needed this. They continued to follow their normal procedures trying to work around Phineas as much as they could. Finally he got up and walked over to Isabella one more time. She was there motionless, her face already having lost its entire natural blush. Phineas didn't know what to do. There was almost always something he could do in any situation but now the one time he really wished more than anything that all the bad things would disappear and he would wake up. But he saw no waking up in his or Isabella's futures. Finally after a couple of minutes a doctor put a hand on Phineas's back and led him to the waiting room. He sat down just staring at his hands. Isabella was dead. Phineas broke down and cried and cried. Before he knew it he had to go home. The staff who had seen him with Isabella all wanted to be sure he was okay before he left. When he got to the doors he realized he didn't have his bike and even if he did he wouldn't be able to see anyway. He called his mom for a ride. She showed up within 5 minutes apparently having been at a cooking class nearby.
When Linda got there she was shocked by the look on her son's face. He was broken. He hadn't been specific as to what broke him over the phone. She wanted to know what had happened but if she knew her kids she knew Phineas did not want to talk about it. Finally halfway there she coughed a little to get Phineas's attention. He looked up knowing what she wanted without her asking
"Isabella died." His mother nearly crashed as she headed across a lane of traffic getting to the side of a road while slamming on the brakes. She wanted to ask him 'what?' but she knew that she hadn't heard him wrong and she knew he had known what he said. She didn't know what to say. She pulled back into the road and continued driving home. She was in shock but she felt the last thing Phineas needed was to be interrogated. Isabella had been with the family for just about as long as her husband and step son. And she wasn't going to think about that. She pulled up to the house and they both sat in the car for a couple minutes before Phineas finally spoke. "Do you think they told Mrs. Garcia-Shapiro yet?" Linda looked at her son questioningly. He certainly wasn't in any sort of position to comfort anyone but he seemed like he just wanted to talk to someone who knew what happened.
"I'm sure they have honey. I don't think..." She didn't know how to say it but Phineas understood
"I know it's just.." He paused for a moment before opening the car door and getting out. He walked upstairs to his room and fell face-first onto his bed. It hurt his nose whenever he did that but what did it matter anymore. What did anything matter anymore? Earlier today he gave up time with Isabella just so he could finish something with Ferb. Now he would give his own soul just to talk to her once more. Or even just to hear her ask him what he was doing. Ferb walked into the room not surprised to see his brother lying face-down on his bed. Ferb did the same with his bed even though it hurt his oddly shaped nose too. There was one thing that both of them could always count on. Isabella being there. Ferb wasn't much of a crier but he had let some tears escape downstairs before coming up to 'talk' with his brother. Right now this face down position seemed like exactly the conversation they needed. After about 30 minutes to an hour Ferb decided to speak.
"How long do you plan on us lying here?" Phineas did move
"I wasn't planning rolling over if that's what you mean." Both brothers rolled to their backs. Ferb raised an eyebrow for Phineas to catch out of the corner of his eye. "I was there Ferb. When she got hit. When the ambulance arrived. When she told me she loved me with her dying breath. And when the hospital realized resuscitation was fruitless." Ferb raised his eyebrow again. Which Phineas understood instantly. Phineas could probably have his eyes closed an know what Ferb was thinking anyway. "I know. And if I had just told her to stay and wait." He got up and began pacing "Or went with her. Or if I invented something to stop bleeding when I got there. Or even after she got to the hospital." Phineas was growing mad, furious really, with himself. Ferb stood up and put a hand on his brothers shoulder. Phineas looked his brother in the eyes. Ferb's eyes showed the understanding that only Ferb was capable of while Phineas eyes retained their self-loathing before breaking into tears as he grasped his brother in a hug. "She's gone Ferb." he choked out.