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Phineas' P.O.V.
"I know I've done some research on werewolfism at some point…" Baljeet says as he looks through his bookshelf. "Ah, here it is!" He exclaimed as he grabs 'Werewolfism 101'.
"There's a book called werewolfism 101?" I ask, honestly surprised. "You'd be surprised at what kind of books people create." Baljeet says with a smile.
"Well, come on then. Read it," Ferb urges. "Okay okay," Baljeet says in return.
"No... No... Definitely not!" Baljeet mumbles while reading, frustrated. He suddenly slams the book shut, throws it on his bed, groans, and flops down next to it.
"What?" Ferb asks worriedly.
"I'm really sorry, you guys. I figured this book would be useful like the rest on my shelf, but it's just a load of crap. I looked under the cures chapter and all there was, was stabbing them with something silver or shooting them with a silver bullet, and I would not do that if my life depended on it." Baljeet says sorrowfully.
"Well..." I say, and then pause. "You tried, it's not your fault. It's mine..." I say, trying to sound like I was NOT about to cry. But of coarse, Ferb saw right through, and somehow Baljeet did too.
"Please don't go sad on me... I promise I'll find a way to help you, even if I didn't have anything to do with this. I have a theory though..." Baljeet pauses and thinks. I quickly wipe the tear that I only just realized was falling from my eye, until he starts explaining again. "If memory serves, I have some sort of blood description device around here from when I was creating prototypes for the one I gave to the hospital to improve their efficiency to get community service credits last year." Baljeet explains. "If we use that on a blood sample of your human form, we should find some sort of germ-like substance attaching itself to your blood cells. Maybe my machine can give us an idea of what the other machine put in you and we can create a cure of some sort for you."
"Okay!" Ferb agrees. I nod my head and give Baljeet a smile.
"Okay. I'll get my syrinnnnnnge..." Baljeet says, suddenly nervous. He then freezes. "H-how do you feel about needles?" He asks nervously while giving me a guilty-ish look.
"It's okay Baljeet, I don't mind needles. They don't really bother me." Baljeet sighs of relief. "Okay. Sorry, I didn't want to walk into the room with a big 'ol needle without making sure it was okay with you to do this..." He says as he gives me a hug and walks out of the room to get the syringe.
When he comes back in, he sits next to me. He places a band-aid and cotton ball down on the side table next to us.
"Okay, I sterilized it. Now to find where to put it. May I see your wrist, please?" He asks. I put my wrist and let him grab it, and soon after, he sticks it into my clearly seen vein in my wrist. "I don't remember much from my doctor phase, but I know for sure that when drawing blood, you take it from a bigger vein for a better chance to see anything that may be in the blood. Plus, this one is right on the surface, so I know exactly where to put the needle..." He explains to draw my attention from the blood being taken from my arm, like doctors do, and it actually worked. "There we go!" He says. He takes it out of my wrist and puts the cotton ball on the bleeding hole. "Hold this here for a sec..." He says.
"Okay..." I say and grab it. It dab it on there, squeezing it and letting it bleed a bit. Then I wipe it up, and Baljeet puts the band-aid on me.
"Sweet! I never knew how handy doctoral experience could be in everyday life. But anyway, I'll take this to that machine. It takes a while, though... That's why it's just a prototype." Baljeet says.
He walks over to his closet and pulls out a metal box and puts it on his desk. He then wipes it off and plugs it into an outlet. Once it turns on, Baljeet squirts the blood out into a little cup, and puts it in the machine. A few clicks and beeps later, Baljeet turns around to face us with a smile. "I can't believe this stuff is useful. I'm just so happy, I have no idea why..."
"You have the right, Jeet! You should be proud of yourself." Ferb says with a smile. "Yeah! Good job." I say happily.
"Unfortunately, we still have to wait. For now you guys should go home, my mom will be home soon and I don't think she wants to find I let friends over without her knowing..." He says. My smile quickly becomes a frown.
"Okay. But might I request something of you, Baljeet..?" I ask. "Sure, anything, Phin!" He says. "I want you to..." I say and pause, looking to Ferb, who was examining my eyes intensely. I was scared to say it, because Ferb could take this any which way, but it was for their safety. "I want you to build a cage... Or, a trap. Anything that, in case of emergency, I could be put in or on so I don't... Hurt anybody." I say sternly.
I look at Ferb and Baljeet, watching their expressions scream 'what the heck' at me, but I just stand there, waiting for a verbal reply.
"Wha- you can't be serious, Phineas..." Ferb says. "You don't think we will feel bad if we did that? No no no, we aren't caging you. Nobody cages my brother like an -" "Ferb! I AM an animal. Cage me like one. Please!" I cry again.
I've been a bit emotionally unstable because of hormones, but now, my life is crumbling before my eyes. I can already see it; Ferb and Baljeet refuse to cage or at least restrain me, I accidentally hurt them, and then the last people who don't think I'm a monster will hate me. These emotional fits will increase, and Ferb will become annoyed. He will yell at me, tell me to stop whining, and I'll get worse and worse, deeply depressed, and everything will spiral down until...
"Phineas? Yoo-hoo!" Ferb says, waving his hand in front of my face until I come to. "Oh! Uh, sorry... Got lost in thought there. What were you saying?" I ask.
"Baljeet was explaining that if you really felt it'd make everyone safer, he could create some sort of restraint that will be able to hold you back but not hurt you or trap you, like a cage or sticking you to some table." Ferb explains.
"Okay..." I say, beginning to space off again. "Phineas?" He asks.
"Uh, um yeah?" "Are you feeling okay? You've never spaced out like this before..." "Yeah, I'm fine. I just... I still don't know how to feel about this situation. Sorry, I'll try not to do it so much." I say as I look into his calming eyes.
"Well, okay." He says after a small bit. "For now, let's go home. Thanks for everything, Baljeet!" He says.
"Anything for my best friends!" He says with a smile. Ferb and I finally begin walking home.