Chapter 21

The wheel was shaking. The foundation had not been properly drilled in and it was going to fall, it would fall at any second and they'd all be crushed. The other riders were currently in a state of panic, some trying to climb down but that itself was making the wheel shake even more.

Phineas- with his vast intellect- didn't even detect this. He never would have guessed with all his years of thinking on the spot…that it would fall. He was more worried about the pale white hand in his that was growing slick with sweat with every minute that she hung there.

"P-phineas," she stuttered out. "I-I'm slipping."

Phineas grabbed hold of her arm tighter until his nails were digging into her skin, anything to keep her from falling.

"No...No you're not…someone will be up here…yeah someone will be up here to get us…don't worry."

She nodded, more than a little shaken now. What if someone didn't come up to get them? What if they were left here to hang forever? What if they couldn't hold on that long?

She had never- never before today- seen Phineas so scared. For the first time, that spark was gone from his eyes and that on the spot plan…completely non-existent.

He didn't have a plan. He didn't have a plan…he didn't have a plan. That fact was so frightening that it even had Isabella panicking. No, she couldn't do that. She would get out of this…they both would.

And failure was not an option.

But it wasn't a few minutes later when she found her hand slipping again. She reached up and grabbed his arms with both hands. His grip tightening on the side of the cart, his face was all screwed up in pain. The weight was getting to him…

And hanging for so long was making Isabella a bit dizzy.

The sweat built up between their hands and she couldn't grab on again before she fell. She didn't remember Phineas calling out to her. She didn't remember anything except falling. Her body settled into that state when it knew that it wasn't going to make it.

Her eyes closed and her body went rigid as she plummeted towards the ground.

"...will she be alright?"

"Her condition's stable," the doctor replied.

"What the hell does that even mean! Will my Chica be okay?"

"We can only hope, Mrs Garcia."

Those voices were just background noise to him. He hardly heard them and perhaps even chose not to listen. He didn't want to know that Isabella was hopeless. He didn't want to know that they could only hope for her recovery now.

But most of all he tried not to think that this was all his own fault.

You might as well have thrown her off, a voice inside his mind taunted.

Yeah, there's no hope for her now…thanks to you.

He shoved them away and just held onto her hand, even tighter. He wanted to be here when she woke. He wanted to show her that he would never let go and would always be there for her and most importantly, how much he loved her.

"…I love you," he whispered. "Please…please wake up."

When she fell, she didn't hit the ground. She ended up falling onto a tent and slipping off onto the ground from there. According to the doctors this was even worse than directly hitting the ground. Something to do with the angle of her fall and the pressure in the back of her skull…Phineas found for once that he couldn't follow him.

He was learning this type of thing before most children had figured out how to tie their shoes. He was a genius and yet…he couldn't figure out why Isabella wouldn't wake up. He knew the facts but he was only human.

Sometimes facts didn't matter. Sometimes you just had to hope even if it wasn't scientifically correct.

So he wouldn't let her go.

No matter how little hope there was left for her.

He would never let her go.

Isabella was caught in a thick haze. The fog seemed to cloud her very mind but something propelled her forward, something stronger than reason. She blinked, but still only saw the dense fog all around her and something else…a warm feeling around her hand…almost as if someone was holding her.

But there wasn't anyone else there.

She alone in the fog but somehow wasn't alone, all at the same time.

She had heard something, just a whisper behind her ear. A whisper so quiet that you wouldn't have heard it if the silence hadn't been so thick…she had heard something just now and it sounded like: I love you.

This made her entire body feel full of warmth and the corners of her lips turned up in a happy smile.

Dancing bears,

Silver wings,

Things I almost remember

And a song someone sings

Once upon a December

The song filled her up, for reasons she didn't understand, she found herself twirling to the soft melody to a song that she had once thought that she had forgotten. Yet here it was again drifting up out of the back of her mind.

Like a memory from a dream.

…I love you…please…please wake up, said that whisper again.

But she was lost.

If she would ever find her way out again…even she didn't know.

Things my heart used to know

Things it yearns to remember

People kept telling him that he had to at least go home. Get some rest, that was not sitting upright in a chair. Get some good food that would actually fill him instead of just holding him off. He wasn't very hungry these days.

And most of all a shower, he was beginning to smell and it was not at all pleasant.

But he kept telling them all no.

He wasn't leaving her, now or ever.

People just didn't seem to understand that.

No one understood him these days and he hated it. Why couldn't they understand that he had made a promise to her? He said that he would never let go and he would be letting her down if he wasn't there when she woke up again.

There was no more 'if' in his mind. Isabella was going to wake up and he didn't care how long it would take. He didn't care if he ended up smelling like the inside of a garbage landfill. He was going to be there when Isabella woke up.

But it had already been three days.

With no changes in her heart rate, her condition still remaining stable and…unchanging.

He refused to give up hope.

She couldn't die, she couldn't be gone. That type of thing just didn't happen to regular people…did it?

As you can tell from this chapter we will be getting a little insight into what Isabella is thinking while she's under. It has been reported that people with head injuries have had vivid dreams while in a coma...they may or may not remember said dreams. Will Isabella remember? We shall soon see.

Now I don't have complete proof of what people dream about in that condition or if they dream at all. I read on it before writing and some doctors say yes and others say no. So I just decided to play around with the idea and see what I could come up with.

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