Phineas's P.O.V.
We play at the pool for a while before mom calls us, asking us to come home. Once home, we go to our room and decide to play a mind-game. Unfortunately, almost every question Ferb gives me, I can't seem to answer. I just can't seem to get what happened off my brain, and it's starting to really tick me off. I groan in anger and throw my pillow off my bed, tightly closing my eyes.
"Uhm... You okay?" Ferb asks. I open my eyes quickly and sit up. "Uhm... Yeah, sorry... I don't know what happened." I reply as I walk over and grab my pillow. "Want to continue?" He asks. I suddenly lose it again, clinching my fists tight and let go, the anger fading again. "No... No thanks, Ferb. I'm just out of it I guess." I say as I pull my computer up onto my bed and open it.
"Boys, come down and take out the trash!" Dad yells up the stairs. "Okay!" We yell back in unison. We get up and walk down the stairs, dividing who takes out which trash. "You take out bathroom and kitchen; I'll take dining room and living room trash." I suggest. "Okay." He replies.
I tie the top of the trash bags together and start to head out side when Ferb comes up right behind me. We both walk out, far past the shadow of the house, and into the moonlight. "Wow, that's... thats bright..." Ferb says, suddenly sounding kinda nervous. "Um... Okay then..?" I say as I open the lid and put the trash into the can. I head back towards the house as Ferb follows me.
Halfway to the house, I start feeling sick in my stomach. The sickness quickly grows, and I clench my stomach, leaning too far forward.
"Phineas! Are you okay!?" Ferb yells as he runs over to me. I lean farther and almost fall, but Ferb catches me. He pulls me back, leaning my back against his chest. He sits down and lays me down too.
"Phin..." He says. The sick feeling in my stomach finally reaches the point of retching. I end up squirming around until I can safely say nothing would get on Ferb. And just in time, too. I continue to gag and begin to get scared I might vomit as Ferb panics.
I hear Ferb say something, but my mind is much too distraught to make sense of anything.
Ferb's P.O.V.
"Phineas! Are you okay!?" I yell as I try to get to Phin as quickly as possible. Phineas begins swaying forward, so I do the quickest thing I could think of. I swiftly wrap my arms around his torso and drag him backwards. I try to sit down as steadily as possible for my uneasy brother. "Phin..." I say, panicking. Phineas begins squirming; I watch him as he leans over and starts retching.
I place my hand gently on his back as he continues to gag and such. "Phineas, what's wrong?" I panic, and he doesn't respond. I try to slip him off of me while still supporting him and keeping him off of the ground. I do my best to stand him up, while still leaning him forward slightly. I begin walking, letting him attempt to walk with me. He fails, however, stumbling around like someone who has had one too many drinks.
Once we get beside the house and in the shade, I lay Phineas on me again. He's already stopped retching mostly, but I'm still not sure if he feels sick.
I wait a moment to let him catch his breath. "Phineas, what the heck happened?" I ask. "I-I don't... I don't know..." He replies weakly. "We can sit here until you think you'll be okay. You sound weak..." I say. After a minute or two, Phineas grunts and turns in my arms, closing his tired eyes. "Should I... carry you inside?" I ask. He merely grunts, half asleep, so I try to gently pick him up bridle-style and get him inside. Thank goodness he's a light boy...
I sneak up to our room and sit on Phin's bed, keeping him in my arms.
"Phineas... I'm sorry, but forget what I said earlier. You are NOT okay... something just happened. I know what just happened, you changed. Your body changed... No, prepared. I don't know how to explain it, it's all just so... So frustrating! I-I'm sorry Phineas, this is all my fault. I'll let you sleep... We can talk about this in the morning." I whisper to him, closing my eyes to hold back tears.
I look down to see Phineas fast asleep in my arms. I scoot onto his bed and lay him next to me. I lift his head onto my chest and I hug him, being so very glad he's okay. Sighing, I close my eyes and let myself drift off to sleep as well.