Phineas' P.O.V.
I wake up, eventually getting into deeper and deeper thought, bringing us back to where I was at the beginning of my little autobiography moment.
Then I start paying attention to the nauseating feeling that has set in my stomach. Last night was torture.
How am I going to live on like this? Ferb told me my body was, "changing. No, preparing," which was scary on it's own. Then there's the full moon. Everything adds up to what I was hoping wouldn't be, but I'm pretty sure it is. Maybe we can call up Baljeet and talk about a sleepover so he can get a blood sample or something. But I'm definitely going to talk to Ferb first... Just in case. He said he knew what was going on... Maybe he's brave enough to tell me by now.
I'm startled when I hear my alarm clock begin to sound. I get up and go over to turn it off, watching Ferb open up his eyes. I begin walking over to the bathroom to complete my morning routine.
Ferb's P.O.V.
I wake up next to Phineas, who had gotten up and was turning off the alarm. He walks to the bathroom door across the hall and I sit up, watching him.
Then I remember.
I remembered why I was here in Phineas's bed instead of mine. I really hope Phineas didn't hear the last part of what I said last night, about discussing what happened in the morning. Every time I try to think of how to explain it, it makes me slightly nauseous. But luckily we have about a month until the next full moon, so I can probably figure this out. I just need Baljeet!
Phineas walks in, bringing me out of my trance-like state. He walks over as I watch him, and he sits next to me.
"About yesterday... You at some point said you knew what was going on? Or at least I thought you did..." He says. I swallow hard, still not sure what to answer.
"Y-yeah... uhm, well... I'm not completely sure of anything. A-all he said that I can remember is something about..." I say, but my throat is too tight to continue. "About..." he says softly after a few seconds. He knows I'm scared.
"Therianthropy." I say blandly, looking down at my hands and playing with the nail of my thumb.
"What?" He says alarmed. I sigh, wishing it wasn't so and wishing it was just a dream. But it's been made clear that Phineas has been cursed with werewolfism and he may have to live with it the rest of his life. Unless of coarse Baljeet can help create a cure, but even then, it would probably only be temporary.
I look over to Phineas who is looking down at the floor emotionless.
"I'm sorry... I..." I try to speak, but I don't know what to say.
"No, Ferb. You have nothing to be sorry about. I... I know. I know I have were-animal blood in me now. I know why the moon did that to me. But we shouldn't dwell on it." He says. He stands up and walks to our door. He puts his hand up to the doorknob, but doesn't turn it.
He turns his head to look at me.
"Come with me, I have an idea. If there's anybody who can help me..." He says. "It's Baljeet." I finish for him. He gives a small smile and turns the knob, walking out, and I follow him.