Hello.

Sorry for the long wait again. I've been in the verge of hectic-ness so I couldn't update the story. So here it is. (Pardon for my short note.)

(Disclaimer: Yeah. Never in a million years.)

Isabella's POV (Setting: On the way to the ICU)

As we stepped out of the elevator, we quickly ran the way to the ICU. Though I felt the dizzy spell and still breathless from my first and second kiss, I must bring Phineas's spirit to his body before his family finally shut down his brain. Halfway to our destination, I halted running to catch fresh oxygen. He stopped running too and rushed to me.

"Are you alright?" He asked. I couldn't lift my head to face him because my vision was getting dark.

"Yeah, though I might collapse in any moment." I replied as I wheezed.

"I'll just give you a piggy-back ride." He playfully said.

"No, no, no! I'm alright." I protested as I stood up but because of my dark vision, I stumbled on the hospital bench.

"Hey!" He half yelled. "I told you, I'll just give you a piggy-back."

"But—" I wanted to protest but he carried me before I could open my mouth. Even though somebody could see us—I mean "me"—floating in mid-air, I think I enjoyed the ride.

Several steps later and he started talking again. "Did you see Ferb?"

I raised my brow. "Who?"

"My brother. He was with me on the accident. Did you see him? Is he alive?"

"Oh." I commented. "I didn't see anyone. I just sneaked in the ICU. But, I heard Dr. Harris talking with an old woman about you, presumably your mother, and a man with some kind of accent I haven't heard before argued with him."

"Accent? Thank god, he's alive! Hey, wait. You seem very light. Are you having a diet, Isabella?" He asked all of the sudden.

"No, actually I ate too much in the past weeks." Heat rushed in my cheeks as I apprehend what I've said. "Why are you asking about my—AAHHH!" I screamed a little loud as I fell on the floor. I rubbed my knees to lessen the pain. "Phineas!"

"I'm so sorry! I-I don't know what happened!" He explained but I scowled.

"Reasons." I muttered in my breath.

He knelt beside me and tried to carry me but I fell down again. Annoyed, I stood up promptly and punched him on the shoulder, but... my fist passed through him. My eyes widened in disbelief.

"P-Ph-Phineas..." I stuttered, my voice was broken and low. "Y-you..."

"What?" He stared at me like nothing happened. Is he clueless or plain oblivious?!

"You're intangible again!" I yelled.

He waved his hand. "Nah, don't be rubbish, Isabella. Even though I couldn't hold objects, I can still—" He stopped as he failed to give me a pinch on the nose but his hand passed through my face. He tried again by lingering my hand to his but in a split second, his hand passed through mine and I sensed the sudden coldness. His eyes were full of distress and fright, like mine, then I noticed that he blinked his eyes so fast and he pressed his fingers on his forehead. Something was happening in him.

But this is not the end.

"Phineas, we have to get going! Pick up the pace!" I half yelled as I snatched his hand and helped him stood up. He didn't reply but we started to sprint the way.

After five minutes, we finally arrived. I looked at Phineas, who is panting and huffing. I don't know what was happening in him. I dashed at the doors but it was locked. Must been the janitor or Allie who locked it. In aggravation, I gritted my teeth and thrust the doors with my foot. I felt the surge of pain but I ignored it. There was nothing I could do to help him.

Phineas's POV (Setting: Outside the ICU)

Everything in me hurts, from my muscles and my bones to my lungs, my heart, and other internal organs. As a spirit, I shouldn't felt pain. This is wrong. All wrong.

Isabella tried to unlock the doors but she couldn't budge it. She stroked it with her foot and I saw some trace of annoyance on her face. I stood up, lurched a bit but I managed to stand properly and stopped her.

"Enough, Isabella." I whispered in my breath and she stopped without more ado.

"Sorry." She sighed. "Have any ideas to get in?"

I tried to light the light bulb above me and I was successful. "Eureka!"

I looked at her, her face was perplexed but when she noticed my gaze, she hastily covered her eyes with her hands. In instant, I raised my brow. "What is it? Do I have some dirt on my face?"

She shook her head.

"What's wrong?" I demanded and reached out for her hands but again, my hands passed through her. She trembled a bit.

"Chilly." She mumbled.

"Isabella! Tell me what it is!" I demanded again, my voice was filled with exasperation.

"Are you supposed to remove your clothes and run around?" She asked. It took for a minute or two before I become conscious what she'd said.

"WHAT?!" I half shouted with my jaw dropped.

She didn't remove her hands out of her face. "I said, are you—"

"I heard that but, why in the world did you ask me that kind of question?!"

"You said eureka, right?"

"Yes, yes I did." Then I realized what she was trying to tell me. "Isabella, am I Archimedes?"

"Um, no. Why?"

"Then I am not supposed to run around, without my clothes on, just because I exclaimed eureka!"

"Seriously?"

"Open your eyes!" I demanded.

She followed me and giggled. When she looked away from me for a split second, I took the opportunity to face palm. Now I know the... "humorous" side of Isabella for the first time.

"What a way to humor me, Isabella." I murmured.

"What?" She spun her head back to me.

"Nothing." I nervously chuckled. I hope she didn't hear that.

"So, what's the plan?" She asked and the idea came back in my brain.

Isabella's POV (Setting: Outside the ICU)

"Okay," He started to cite his so-called plan after I tried to make some joke to cheer him up. (I have to admit: I am an awful joker.) Anyway, back to the story. "It's very simple that you don't need to exert any efforts on it. I could use the advantage of being intangible now. I'll just pass through to the locked doors, unlock it, and voila." I didn't reply nor did amaze to his plan. "Piece of cake."

"Yeah." I agreed. "Piece of cake."

He shifted his look at the locked doors and he passed through on it. After several minutes of waiting, the doors were still locked. I started to worry about him so I knocked the door but not that loud just not to make any noise inside the ICU. I knocked several times and my hand started to sore.

"Phineas," I whispered. "Open the door!"

But then again, no response. My heart raced in a way that shows corroboration that something bad will happen. My breathing slowed in a snail's pace. Then bolt from the blue, he showed up in front of me and fell down. I tried to help him but I can't touch him. Moments later, he rose and I instantaneously noticed fear in his eyes.

"Phineas, what happened?" I asked.

"I... I..." He trailed off, his voice was trembling. "I thought it will be good if I would face this alone but when I saw my body... my fear rushed in me. Isabella, I don't think I can do it. It was like my spirit was fading..."

I reached his hand. "You can do it. I believe you can."

"But..."

"If you can't do it alone, just open the doors. I will be with you."

"No. I must do this alone." He emphasized the word alone. "You gave me a huge help, Isabella. But I'm afraid."

Out of the blue, I asked, "Do you want to live?"

He let the moments pass before he could reply. "Yes."

"Then you need to get that body of yours!" Our eyes met once again and he smiled. My heart felt like it was melted and I fell in a dreamlike trance until he stood up. I stood up and stopped him by snatching his hand.

"Are you sure you wanna do this alone?" I asked, my voice was filled with anxiety.

"Yep, I'll be fine." Before he entered, he gave me a peck on the forehead and without delay, his voice sank in a whisper. "I love you, Isabella. No matter what will happen. I promise after this dilemma, we will have our second date and I can assure you that it will be memorable for us."

Before I could reply, he went inside. His words were still ringing in my head as I sat on the hospital bench and snatched the watch out of my satchel. I stared at it for a minute and I wondered again, 'Is he the boy I met at the hotel?'

When my fingers were lingering on the watch, the ICU alarm rang and flared. If the alarm is activated, then...

"Phineas!" I shouted as I jumped off of the bench and rushed to the doors. I banged the doors loudly, hoping that I could still call his attention. "Are you alright?! Can you hear me?! PHINEAS!"

I started to kick the doors in order to get in. I couldn't think. I couldn't clear my mind. I only think of him, whose body and spirit were in the state of danger. I wouldn't let him die. Not now.

"PHINEAS!" I yelled as I kicked the door very hard and it flew open. The first thing that I set my eyes on was him. He was very pale. Paler than his spirit. I quickly checked him. His pulse was getting weaker and weaker by the minute and his hands were so cold. I think he was stored in a freezer for humans in a very long time.

"Phineas, say something! Please, I'm begging you!" My eyes started to fall tears. Uncountable tears but every drop of it were falling on his face.

"Nurse Garcia-Shapiro, what is happening here?!"

I spun my head back and I spotted Dr. Harris's shocked face. My whole body, including my insides, froze. I tried to speak but he was so fast and he checked him.

"Vital signs?" He asked.

"He's..." I responded.

"From your response, I sense that he's not doing well. Isabella, get the delfib, quick!" (A/N: Please excuse my spelling error but I couldn't remember the right spelling of the machine they use in reviving patients.)

I took the delfib and gave it to Dr. Harris. He turned it on and started to revive him. "Clear!" He planted it on his chest but Phineas didn't respond. "Again, clear!"

I held his hand tightly, closed my eyes, and tried the girl-spirit telepathy again, hoping it would work. "Phineas, if you can hear me..."

"Clear!" Dr. Harris planted again the delfib but he didn't retort. His pulse was dropping bit by bit.

"No! Please Phineas... if you can hear me, can you at least, answer a question?"

Then in my head, I heard faint noise. "Isabella...?" It was him!

"Phineas!"

"Isabella? Is that... you? How... how did you—"

"Phineas, I have no time to explain."

"I'm so sorry. I think I cannot make it. I might break my promise."

"If this is your last minute... I must ask you this. If that's okay."

I heard his chuckle. "Go on."

"Here it is." Embrace yourself, Isabella. "The... the girl you mentioned earlier, who changed your life... did you met her in the time your life was in danger...?"

I waited for several moments for his answer. "Yes. Uh well, I couldn't remember the whole story but I almost saved her in a perilous fall. Unfortunately, my hand slipped and she fell. I don't know if she's still alive."

"How did she change your life?"

"She... made me realize that... I should continue my life. I shouldn't think that I'm useless. Everything I believed on that time changed because of that girl."

I felt that I'm out of oxygen in my lungs. I tried to command my mouth and nose to get air but my mind went blank and—

"Isabella! What are you doing?!" My eyes went wide in a split second and I glimpsed at Dr. Harris, drenched in sweat. "We're running out of time! Get the stethoscope!"

I threw the stethoscope at he caught it. I placed my hand on his forehead and I shifted my head to the pulse indicator. It was on 50/35. I hysterically called him. "Phineas! Come back!" My heart sank when he didn't answer. My red eyes couldn't release tears anymore so my knees fell down on the floor as I listened to the deafening sound of the pulse indicator. Straight line.

"He's..." Dr. Harris trailed off.

"Dead. Passed away." I continued. I reached for the old watch in my satchel and checked the time. Though I couldn't stand to say it... I must accept that he didn't make it. "Time of death... 12:51 am."

"Isabella... do you know Mr. Flynn?" Dr. Harris asked and I nodded in response. "I...I'm so..."

"It's alright." I replied as I stood up and walked towards the door. My voice sank in a whisper. "Goodbye, Phineas."

But.

"Isabella, hold on." Dr. Harris said and I looked back. My heart stopped beating for a while. In a good way. I couldn't help but to cry. I think that all I have ever done was crying. I glanced at the pulse indicator and I smiled as the straight line became zig-zaggy. I quickly checked his pulse on his wrist and it wasn't weaker than before. He's reviving!

"This is a miracle! I have never seen or encounter this kind of case in my entire life!" Dr. Harris exclaimed as he held my shoulders. He gave me a crooked smile and said, "Isabella, you saved him. I don't know how or why but I know you made a way to save his life!"

"What is happening here?" I heard Phineas's mom's voice at my back. We faced her and I noticed her face was full of shock. She pointed a finger at me. "I never encountered you here."

I gulped. Oh my.

"Mrs. Flynn-Fletcher, a miracle bestowed on your son!" Dr. Harris said. "His consciousness came back and this wouldn't happen without Isabella!"

Phineas's mom walked towards me and touched my cheek with her soft hand. "Are you Isabella?" I nodded nervously. I shouldn't be here. But her face didn't show anger. It was happiness. "Thank you. Thank you so much for bringing Phineas's life back! Is there anything I can do in exchange?"

"N-no! It's fine with me, ma'am." I said, still having that nervousness in me. All of a sudden, I heard someone's moan.

"Where... am... I...?"

I quickly recognize whose voice was that. When I faced him back, his eyes were opening slowly. After he completely opened it, I unconsciously grabbed his hand and stared at his gleaming blue eyes. Unlike his spirit, he wasn't pale but he has still that warmth.

"Phineas!" His mom hugged him so tight. "Are you alright? You made us worry!"

He groaned. "Crushing me..." Now he's a ghost, he needed to breathe. His mom released him and our eyes met once again. My cheeks felt the heat as I smiled.

But instead of exchanging smiles, he gave me a confused look. "Pardon me miss, w-why are you holding my hand? And..."

Most of all, he asked me a question that struck me the most.

"...do I know you?"

I was silent. I untangled his hand from mine as I removed my gaze at him. "I'm just checking your pulse... Mr. Flynn."

"Oh." He said. What is happening here? Didn't he recognize me? Are his memories of me... gone?

"Isabella," Dr. Harris called my attention. "I thought you and—"

"Phineas!" I turned my head, searching for the source of the voice. It was a girl, a little taller than me, has a light complexion, and prettier than me. She was wearing a red beret, skinny jeans, and pink blouse.

"You can't get in, Janelle!" I remembered that voice, especially that accent. It was Phineas's brother—I think his name is Ferb. He has a light complexion, a large nose, green and scruffy hair, and his height was ranging from 5"10 to 6"1. He looked like a British man.

"Outta my way, Ferb!" The girl pushed Ferb away and quickly hugged Phineas. In my shock, my eyes widened. "Phin, are you alright? Say something!"

"Something..." He moaned and he shut my eyes.

"Oh no! Phineas, wake up!"

"Don't worry, miss," Dr. Harris told her. "He's just tired. Let him rest for a while."

The girl heaved a sigh and she put her hand on his forehead. She was acting like Phineas's girlfriend. Or maybe, she is his girlfriend! I pursed my lips. This is the thing I fear most.

I tried to suppress my sadness as I left the ICU. They didn't notice my absence so I kept walking.

This is my goodbye. May the luck of life be with you, Phineas Flynn.

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Oh, I'll be posting "That Christmas Love Feeling" now. Are you excited? Then check it out!

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