Love is Blind – Chapter 29

By MyNameIsCAL

"Phineas!"

I pushed past Gabe and into the kitchen. A man dressed in all black and a ski mask was hunched over Phineas, scraping a knife across Phineas' chest. My instincts kicked in and I charged towards the man. He stood, his eyes meeting mine just for a moment, but not long enough for me to remember much about them. All I saw was fear in them. Then he took off, running through the broken window. I wanted to go after him, but Gabe was freaking out and Phineas was starting to cough up blood.

"Call 911," I said, kneeling down.

Besides the cut across his chest, he had a deep stab wound. I grabbed a towel off the counter, putting pressure onto it.

"Phineas," I said, trying to sound calm. "I need you to look at Gabe and focus on nothing but him. You will not close your eyes, you will not pass out. You're going to be okay."

Gabe took Phineas' hand. "Phineas…"

Phineas nodded, trying to take in deep breaths.

"An ambulance is on its way," Iggy announced. "And the cops are going to put out a search, but the guy could be anywhere now. How bad is it?"

I looked up at Iggy, wishing he could read my expression.

"Gabe…" Phineas coughed. "Gabe…I…I love you. Tell my parents…tell…"

"Phineas, don't talk," Gabe said, squeezing Phineas' hand. "You're going to be fine, okay?"

"I…I love you, Gabe."

Gabe looked like he might start crying. "I love you too, Phineas."

He started to close his eyes.

"Phineas, no!" Gabe pleaded. "What am I going to do without you? We still have two more years of college. And it won't be long before we can get married legally in California. You…you can't give up on me."

In the distance, I could hear the wailing of an ambulance. Iggy went to open the front door and a minute later, the paramedics were in here with a stretcher. One of them took the towel from me, continuing to put pressure on Phineas' wound. We crammed into the back of the ambulance, speeding towards the hospital.

"Gabe…" Phineas' eyes suddenly rolled back.

"No…No!"

"Awww shit, we're losing him," the paramedic growled. "Sir, can you put pressure on the wound again, please?"

We quickly transferred and they got the paddles out. Phineas was in shock from the blood loss. Gabe watched in horror as they ripped Phineas' shirt off, charging the paddles. After three tries, there was a pulse again. The paramedic strapped an oxygen mask over Phineas' face. Just as we reached the hospital, Phineas gave Gabe's hand a small squeeze before the paramedics rushed him out.

The police were waiting for us, full of questions to ask us. Gabe paced the waiting room, answering, but sounding distracted. The cop finally turned to me, taking down notes of what I could recall.

"You said that when you came in he was cutting across Phineas' chest?" the cop asked me.

I nodded. "Yeah. I guess he had already stabbed him before that."

"Mr. Forrester, can I ask you something else?"

Gabe stopped pacing and turned to face us. "Please do."

"Uhm…well, are you gay, Sir?"

Gabe waved his hand in the air. "Yes, I'm gay!"

"You think it's that serial killer?" Iggy asked.

The cop nodded. "Possibly. We'll need to talk to Phineas when he's ready. The FBI wants to get involved with our investigation of the serial killer. They might contact you, but if you have any problems, call the station."

Gabe nodded and the cop stood, leaving us in the waiting room.

An hour went by before someone from the hospital came to talk to us.

"He's going to be okay," the doctor said. "He'll have to take it easy until everything heals, but he got lucky." The doctor motioned to me. "If you hadn't put pressure on the wound, he might be dead now. You saved his life."

I shook my head. "Can we see him?"

"Are any of you family?" the doctor asked.

Gabe let out an exasperated sigh. "No, we're just friends. Well, Phineas is my boyfriend."

The doctor hesitated. "C'mon, I'll let you see him."

We made our way down the hall and the doctor left us in the room. Phineas was unconscious still. Gabe took a seat on one side of the bed, taking Phineas' hand. This had to be the first time I had ever seen Gabe look worried and upset. I sat next to Iggy on the couch, his hand slipping into mine.

"Phineas!"

I looked up to see Phineas' eyes opening. He looked around and then up at Gabe.

"Gabriel Forrester, why do you look like you're going to cry?" Phineas asked, a small smile growing on his face.

Gabe buried his face into the bed sheets.

"Shhh, Gabe," Phineas smoothed out Gabe's hair. "I'm sorry I scared you like that."

"You stupid idiot! You almost died!" Gabe sobbed.

Phineas looked like that had actually hurt him. Usually Gabe's insults were taken with amusement, but of course this was under a different situation.

"I'm…I'm just glad you're okay," Gabe said, lifting his head.

Phineas looked relieved.

Wiping his eyes, Gabe pointed to me. "I think Fang saved your life."

"Well, thank you. You have my deepest gratitude," Phineas smiled. "I'll pay you back eventually. You've still got a few more days here."

"Nah, don't worry about it," I told him.


It was late and the sun was almost rising now, but Iggy and I were awake, lying in bed. Gabe had brought us home and we talked to the cops again. They were examining the kitchen downstairs, but found nothing after searching it for an hour when we tiredly waited. Eventually they left and I helped Gabe tape up the window and clean the glass. He left us after showering, heading back to the hospital.

"The news is going to be all over this," I muttered.

Iggy let out a breath. "Maybe we should stick around longer to help them out."

"And I should probably call Max when we wake up," I added, agreeing with him.

"She'll end up calling you first," Iggy laughed and I rolled my eyes, turning off the light.


Phineas is going to be okay. Yay! Both Phineas and Gene are my favorite OC that I've created. I don't know why, but they just are.

Anyway, I'll put a new chapter up after the weekend. Thanks for reading!