I do not own any of these characters besides PJ and Winnie.
8 hours. 8 damn hours. That's how many grueling hours PJ had been in surgery. 8 hours worth of Phineas and Isabella pacing around the living room, talking with family members who visited, playing with their niece to keep their minds busy, and at times breaking down in each other's arms, silently crying. They couldn't bear the situation any longer. Neither of them had lasted this long without holding their precious boy in their arms, showering him with love and affection.
Soon after PJ was sent into Surgery, the parents have waited until their first visitor had come, none other than Phineas' older sister Candace.
She burst into the waiting room and teared up at the sight of her broken brother and younger friend.
"Oh guys," Isabella and Phineas stood up as Candace embraced both of them. They sat her down and they dove into a conversation, mostly about how Amanda was doing and joked on whether she should ground her 6-year-old fraternal twin boys Xavier and Fred for the experiment they pulled that destroyed their backyard.
Isabella giggled, "are you serious?"
Candace laughed, "Yeah, you could have seen Jeremy's reaction! I had to restrain him from practically INJURING my sons."
They all laughed, but then another figure showed up. Isabella stood up and turned towards the figure, smiling wide.
"Mom!"
She ran over and embraced her mother. Vivan returned the strong and hug.
"Oh, Isa. When I heard today was the day, I rushed here as soon as possible. Is Junior ok?"
Isabella pulled back and her eyes began to tear up at the mention of her son. "I-I don't know, mom."
Vivian's expression softened. "Oh, Isa..." She spoke as Isabella rested her head on her mother's shoulder, weeping softly.
After a few hours, both Candace and Vivian had to leave, with Candace rushing to get back to her kids, and Vivian having to go running her cafe.
Isabella and Phineas sat side by side, staring at the clock. As of now, the thought of losing their son was killing them, but they had to be strong, not just for their son, but for each other.
Phineas sat with his gaze down and his fingers through his hair. He couldn't comprehend not being with his son for so long. The past six years have been the most plentiful and beautiful years of his life, and that's saying something based on what he had done up until PJ was born. Memories began to flood his mind, from the moment PJ was born to Phineas passing out over changing PJ's diaper, to Phineas teaching PJ how to ride a bike, the memories kept rolling.
Then the mere thought of never seeing his boy again would have been the tipping point for him to break down, but he had his wife around so he had to hold it all in and remain calm...just for her.
After many hours of waiting, a doctor stepped out and into the waiting room. Isabella and Phineas stood up and pleaded with the doctor with their eyes.
"Is my son..." Phineas spoke.
The elderly doctor smiled and spoke up. "You're son is a massive fighter. He managed to be alright."
Both parents sighed before hugging and breaking down in relief. Once they managed to get ahold of themselves, the doctor escorted them through the door, towards PJ's room.
What they saw next stunned them.
PJ was laying on the bed, bandages surrounding his forehead and the back of his head. He was fast asleep, most likely still on the anesthesia. Isabella and Phineas both rushed over to the six-year-old's side. Phineas knelt down and grabbed his son's hand. Both he and Isabella were taken aback when PJ stirred, before fluttering his own eyes.
Once PJ began to get the glimpse of the red-haired man, with the black-haired woman standing over him, he gave a weak smile. "Daddy..." he spoke, no mistaking the pain and exhaustion in his voice.
Tears began to form in the eyes of both Isabella and Phineas. Phineas held his son's hand tight, using his other hand to caress PJ's cheek. "Oh, son. My boy..." The tears choked Phineas. Isabella broke down on Phineas' shoulder. This was not the sight any parent should see.
That of their laying in a hospital bed. In pain.
Yup, sorry that I have been absent for a few days. It's crunch time and I gotta get as much work done before I finally graduate high school. God, why did I have to be stupid enough to take 3 DAMN AP CLASSES?! Damn you, Calculus!
Anyway, see ya!