A/N

So, I would say thi I the chapter most of you have been waiting for. Not much more left now, until the epilogue (I think that's what it is, anyway), so yeah :) A big thank you to everyone ho reviewed and has ultimatly helped me toward the 200 goal, we're at 172! Onto the reviews!

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Phineas felt the days push their way through, each seeming slower than the last. Yet every day, the doctors came and said they were closer to being able to lift Ferb out of the medically induced coma, and the idea of seeing his brother awaken again kept him by Ferb's side day in, day out. Candace had won her battle with the nurses over the amount of visitors Ferb was allowed, with the help of some paperwork from Francis. Perry hadn't gotten any closer to finding out if this was just an envy fuelled attack, or part of something bigger. Vanessa, like Phineas, hadn't left the hospital in days. Heinz was reluctant to leave her after having her took from him once, so Vanessa had Lacey bring clothes in to change into. Baljeet and Buford came and went, due to the nurses being adamant that if too many were around at once, it could scare the other patients in the ICU. Jeremy had stuck to Candace like glue for the duration of the event, offering support whenever she was at breaking point, knowing it was he could do for now. Isabella had done likewise with Phineas, after she'd welcomed the Fireside girls and Pinky in.

Now the doctors stood before them, armed with clipboards, and they knew it was now. They knew it was finally time, for Ferb to realise he hadn't died, as he'd expected, if he hadn't already figured it out in his medically induced coma. It was finally time to thank him for what he did, and lecture him for the stupidity of his suicidal endeavour, and that he should've told them. It was finally time to bring him back to reality.

They followed the cluster of doctors, slowly, the feeling of excitement so surreal and numbing. There was no chatter, no noise whatsoever, except the sound of footsteps in the short corridor. In front of them sat the door to Ferb's room, mockingly acting as a temporary barrier between them and him. They were pushed open, almost willingly opening, and they walked in, some standing towards the back in the doorway.

"Now, bear in mind that this won't act immediately. We're going to cut off the supply of the drug holding him in this comatose state. Just remember, this could take hours to wear off, and even then, it may be just the smallest of movements." In reply, the doctor merely got stares, not of anger, or fear, but simple stares. He nodded towards the other doctors, who replaced on of the liquids feeding in to his system with another, clearer fluid. One of them began to scrawl something down on his clipboard, in a rather rushed manner.

"You can stay in here if you want, but like I said, it may take a while, and you don't want to overwhelm him. The moment he shows signs of regaining consciousness, tell us." The doctor who had continually spoke led the way out of the silent room, until all that remained was the cluster of friends. Buford looked around, and cleared his throat.

"Buford reckons that it should be just family here when he wakes. And Vanessa. Like the doc said, we don't wanna overwhelm him." Baljeet raised an eyebrow with Buford's unusual act of maturity, but didn't question it or quarrel it. They all came to a silent agreement that that was how it would happen, and the others left the room, to occupy themselves otherwise until their turn came.

Soft. Quite soft.

Warm.

Quiet.

Pain.

Phineas began to hum under his breath after half an hour had passed. It was their song he hummed, the song that brought back so many memories. Practically everyone had heard the song at some point: it hit number 1 almost immediately after they'd declared their desire for the day to be one hit wonders. The song in question, of course, was Gitchee Gitchee Goo. It comforted him slightly, bringing back memories, reassuring him that in a few hours' time, he'd see Ferb open his eyes again. He'd be able to thank him for the crazed stunt he pulled off. He'd be able to hug him, and no matter how weak it was, be hugged back.

Candace felt the tension building inside her again. She wasn't meant to be worried or scared now: it was good thing; they saw him fit enough to lift him out of the coma. But she still felt the anticipation and fear building up inside her, and she knew once she saw him move again, the onslaught of tears would be unstoppable. The lecture could wait till later.

Vanessa twiddled her fingers nervously, desperately wishing to see the eyes she loved again, to hear the voice of her British gentleman again, to see his perfect smile cross his face. Vanessa just wanted to hold his hand, and for him to hold back. She just wanted her love back, more than anything in the entire world.

The three sat in silence, the minutes dragging by as if they were men, soldiers, crossing a mine field. And they felt like the soldiers, the occasional tear falling as one stepped of an explosive memory, and dangerous thought, a killer emotion. The door began to creak open again, but no-one even twitched. They were too absorbed in their own thoughts to notice the semi-aquatic agent making his way into the room.

Perry had come back as fast as he could when he heard they'd be rousing him from his coma. The platypus had visited during the nights, whilst everyone slept, as to not disturb anyone, or cause any unwanted questions directed at him. He was rather annoyed at not gaining any information, but his search could wait for now.

Lots of black. Everywhere. But it's letting up.

The pain. Not as bad as before. Good?

Definitely warm, and soft…

Must be dead…

An hour had passed, before the first sign of life came. A mere twitch in the fingers, followed quickly by moving feet. The four conscious within the room almost jumped at the first movements,despite them bein just small twitches. The tension in the room had built incredibly high, yet no-one had dared break the silence that encompassed it. Only the sound of breathing could be heard, as Phineas' low humming had died down, after he decided it was far out of place within such a silent room.

Ferb's movements didn't exceed small twitches, though, and the slight movements persisted for several minutes before Candace stood up. She walked out the room, with intentions of alerting the doctors of his movements. She didn't want to miss him actually awakening, but she also knew that was still a while away, so she left in confidence that she would retun in time.

Phineas, Vanessa and Perry sat in silence, all building in excitement with each twitch and action Ferb made. The tension still persisted, building with their refusal to speak, to remark how excited were. Most likely due to the fact that words could not sum up how excited they were.

Where am I? Isnt the afterlife brighter than this?

Are those voices? I can hear voices in my head, familiar voices... Wait! They aren't dead, are they? No, no... Those are memories I hear.

It hurts, but I can move. I can feel my fingers, and my toes, and I can feel that sensation, the warm one, running through my body. If I am dead, this certainly wasn't expected.

Wait, I can feel my face. Still sore, and aching. But I can definitely feel it. I think I can move it...

Vanessa felt a jab in her side, and looked over to see Perry, pointing toward the British boy. It'd been just under half an hour since the twitches had started, and Vanessa had let her gaze drop, reflecting how that sudden spike in excitement had behaved. Now Perry was behaving ether excitedly, so Vanessa looked up, to see her beloved smiling. His eyes were still shut, but he was smiling, the corners of his mouth moving about ever so slightly.

"Guys," she whispered, hoping it was just loud enough to catch their attention. Her hopes wee confirmed as Candace and Phineas turned to look at her. "Look. He's smiling!" Her tone rose toward the end of the sentence, and she felt her stomach knotting itself again. Phineas and Candace looked up, to catch the uncommon smile Ferb only flashed when he truly was happy, and they realised it wouldn't be long now. They just didn't realise how short that long was now.

They all began to smile themselves, only small, nervous smiles, when his eyes opened, pupils glancing around erratically, until they settled upon the small group, possessing a rather worried look. Ferb sat up bolt right in the hospital bed, his expression mirroring that of he other occupants: shock.

I'm dead, aren't I? I couldn't have survived, too many injuries. But then why are they here? Oh god, they aren't dead to are they? That god damn jerk, Rodney. If I ever see him again, god help me I will kill him. Oh, wait. Dead, right. Can't kill a dead man.

This place looks familiar though... Why does it look familiar? As far as I can remember, I haven't been dead before... An why do they all look as shocked as me? Everything keeps blurring together, I can't think properly. That beeping isn't helping either!

Wait, that's a heart monitor...

I'm not dead?

"Ferb? Ferb! Look at me! Can you hear me?" Candace decided to try and talk to him, since the others just sat wide eyed. Sure, she was shocked, but she was happier, happier than ever. The pale, green haired boy twisted his head slowly, wincing, until he faced her, and nodded slowly. Candace noticed that most of the bruising had gone down, but his face was still slightly discoloured where he'd been hit by it. Candace refused to address that thing as a person, for no person could do what he did.

"You're in a hospital, do you remember what happened?" She watched as his eyes narrowed whilst he thought, clearly having trouble before looking at her again.

"Yes..." was the faint reply that escaped his lips. Vanessa decide she couldn't hold back anymore, an kissed him, letting out all her built up emotions through a single kiss. Perry jumped up on the bed beside Ferb, and clung onto the teenager once Vanessa had released her grip. Phinmimicked led the platypus, careful not to squeeze his brother too hard, or go anyway near any injuries, which was proving difficult, but Ferb didn't seem to mind. Phineas was just ecstatic to be able to hold his brother gain, to know he was alive and well. "I missed you, bro. I really did..." Ferb just smiled weakly in response, already feeling exhausted despite having not done much.

"Welcome back. You're a right fighter, you know. I'm so glad you pulled through." Candace smiled and tried to hold it together as she felt the tears welling up in her eyes, but her efforts were futile. She was proud though, that she'd held them back the longest in the room. She gently pulled her brother into an embrace, and murmured, "Later though, we're having a talk about going on suicidal rescue missions, okay?" Ferb couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped his throat, and it hurt, but he didn't bother fight it. Too tiring.

So, I'm not dead then. That nice.