I stare at my brother intently. I would hold his hand, I think, if he had one that was not covered in bandages. His external injuries seem to be doing well… It's been 2 weeks. He's made progress in the sense that his breathing and bodily functions had stabilized. He had landed the majority of his weight on his left arm. His radius had shattered and he had fractures in his ulna and a broken humerus. His right arm was a bit better as he only had hairline fractures. He had bruising on his ribs and had sprained his hip. But the most worrisome of his injuries was the concussion. That was the reason he fell into a coma in the first place.
I suddenly became aware of Candace's presence in the doorway. She smiles at me softly as she crosses to the other side of the hospital bed. "We should get going soon," she says as she brushes his cheek.
I look at the floor, remembering her sobs as they loaded phineas into the ambulance. She had paced the floor the entire time he was in reconstructive surgery. We lock eyes. She had never said it out loud but with her demeanor these past two weeks she spoke loud and clear; she blamed herself, though why I could never tell. Suddenly, Phineas inhaled sharply and his breathing became more deep. Candace was taken aback but I only focused on his face harder. His eyelids began to flutter and slowly open. Revealing unfocused blue eyes. His heart rate had elevated slightly. "Phineas?" Candace gasped.
Almost like clockwork he groaned slightly and his eyes began looking around eventually landing on his feeding tube. He tried to sit up but the mess of things keeping him alive got in the way. His heart monitor was going bonkers. He made a sound that was somewhere between a whimper and a scream as he convulsed. Candace was smashing the call button. I lay a hand on his arm trying to assure him that everything is alright, and then, he looked at me. That look in his eyes… he's just scared and confused that's all.. it's gotta be… I hear running and nurses bound into the room. We are quickly shooed out of it. Dad, who was waiting in the hall, had by now realized something was happening and had called Mum.