Wow, guys. Thanks for all your support in the face of my mother having cancer. I really appreciate it, guys.

Reviews.

FanFreak01: Like I said, you'll find out ;)

WordNerb93: Relax! Yeah, I know. He's an OC.

X Miyuki-chan X: Really? I feel really bad when those things happen. But I can see your side.

Skagui the sniper: Huh. Maybe I could add him in. He's not the villain, though.

IzzieGS: Yeah, it was the first number that popped into my head. I do, too.

Lieber Qual: Nope. He has, but no. No. Yeah, he does. Wow, a sheep, huh? I think the last musical I was in, I was an angel. Hmmmm…

14AmyChan: More, coming right up!

Godspilla: That's not really Isabella's outlook on this situation…

Lichylichy: Happy to oblige, friend. No, it isn't. Thanks for your support.

Whew! That was a lot. I love it. Keep it comin', you guys!

You know you love me, IzzytheGreat14

Phineas's POV

I drifted slowly into consciouness.

I couldn't move or speak, though. I was too tired.

The first thing I heard was the beeping of a machine.

The second was Isabella.

She was evidently talking to herself.

But as I listened closer, I heard otherwaise.

She was talking to me.

She sighed.

"Phineas, the doctors say you might not wake up, but I know you will. You have to! If you don't-but you will. Do you want to know how I know?"

She laughed, a nervous sound, and then she continued.

"Well, I'm torn. Half of me is hoping you can hear me, and the other half is praying you can't."

Isabella took a deep breath.

"Well, here goes. Phineas, you're my best friend. And, well, I kind of, um, want us to be-how do I say this- a little more than that. If you would just notice me, well, maybe we could be boyfriend and girlfriend."

She laughed again, a short burst of self-recrimination and derision.

"Who am I kidding? You're so oblivious, Phin. I mean, really. I've totally been head-over-heels for eleven years. And I've flirted as best I know how."

She paused there.

Wow. If I'd been functional, I would have had red cheeks and a gaping mouth.

Isabella broke into my thoughts again.

"Phineas, I-I love you," she whispered brokenly. "Please wake up."

I felt something wet on my cheek

A tear, perhaps?

Then I felt Isabella lay her head on my chest.

I was surprised. It felt natural.

But I was also taken aback by the rush of affection I felt.

Was I in love with her, just as she was with me?

Isabella's POV

I finished my little bedside confession.

The urge to kiss Phineas was strong, but I didn't know if he was conscious.

I wanted our first kiss to count.

So I settled for laying my head on his chest.

Phineas would wake up. I knew he would.

Phineas Flynn could do anything.

Even with 146 stiches in his left leg.

Villain's POV

I ground my teeth in frustration.

That little imbecile. He thought he got Isabella.

Keep dreaming, sucker!

I was a little happy, though! Seventy-three stitches in each side of the guys' leg!

Just then, my mother called me.

"Chucky Poo! Dinner's ready! I made chicken soup-your favorite!" she yelled in her gravelly voice.

Okay, just to set the record straight, my name is actually Charles.

Charles Billybobjoe Smith. Hi, how ya doin', nice to meet ya, blah, blah, blah.

Anyway, I had to leave my screen and trudge up the stairs for day.

Way to ruin the moment.

Thanks, Mom.