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Phineas' POV

I stared at where the two teenagers had exited, my cheeks flushed as I looked at the four remaining people in the room in embarrassment. I had woken up to these same occupants of the room with no recollection of how I had gotten here or even who I was at first. It was terrifying, like my very soul had been snatched away by some estranged force. A name had suddenly been pushed into my brain, and I knew without a doubt that it was what I went by. Phineas Flynn. With those two words came more and more recollections of past events, from being a toddler and throwing up when I had the flu to losing a father I never met. I remembered my mom, her fluffy white gown fluttering in the breeze as we took wedding pictures when she got remarried to Dad. I remembered playing Skiddley Whiffers with Candace on the days when the rained chased us away from climbing the big oak tree outside.

Then there was this huge gap.

I closed my eyes and tried to picture it; my years as a kindergartener, the children I had undoubtedly once played with. I attempted to recall the moments no kid could ever forget, birthday parties and Christmases I couldn't have skipped out on. I searched through my heart in vain as I looked in despair for my first kiss, my first date, my first girlfriend, my first love…

But there was nothing.

I slumped against my pillow, the gaping hole weighing down heavily on my heart. I wanted so badly to remember those who had evaded my eyes, especially the three who had been here already. Jeremy Johnson… blonde hair, green eyes and a soft smile, yet none of this rang a bell for me. From what Candace had told me, they were to be married, and I could tell he thought of me as his brother, but there was no emotion inside of me when I saw him, none at all. Maybe I could learn to love him like a brother, but for now, I couldn't understand what he was to me.

The green haired boy… That was an entirely different story. I know that as much as I tried to put reason before faith, he was my brother. Stepbrother, but nonetheless obviously someone who cared for me a great deal. And though I could remember nothing about him, I felt a fierce pride and protectiveness over him not unlike a lion protects his family. He was quiet, that much I could tell; but his eyes… His eyes spoke volumes, as though there boxes upon boxes of endless movie reels he had taken with those two hazelnut brown eyes, his voiceovers and comments rarely occurring. He simply had to grab one of the footages and press play, his eyes showing me the rest. It felt different, strange… right. I blinked at how much my heart yearned for a memory of him, any kind at all, whether it was bad or good, happy or sad, I just wanted to know some part of him so I could tell him that I did care, that we could be brothers. But there was a wall up, one built off of confusion and self doubt, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get over the wall. I tried digging underneath it, but the ground was too hard; I tried to drive through it, but the bricks were indestructible; I tried pulling it down myself, but it was too strong, the builder obviously knowing what he was capable of.

I wish I knew what I had used to make this road block so invincible.

The door opened again, Dr. Tripp and the green haired boy walking back in, and I suppressed the urge to reach out and hug the Brit; it felt awkward, weird, and above all, out of place. Seconds passed, but still the girl with the jet black hair did not come back into the room. What had they told me her name was again? I don't think she was ever acknowledged.I couldn't help but feel my anger flare slightly at seeing her in the arms of my supposed step brother.

"All right then!" Dr. Tripp broke the silence with the clap of his hands. "Allow me to start pulling all of those tubes out of you, Phineas! Let's let you out from the hospital, shall we?"

After running the final tests, Tripp told me to take my time and to wait patiently as the nurses looked me over and fixed up all the cuts and bruises from the supposed accident. Once again, I was left in the dark about how I had gotten here, no one daring to speak about it without the only other person who had apparently also been involved. They had to dispatch three nurses to scour the hospital in an attempt to stitch the dark haired girl up. I did not enjoy the idea of someone else being hurt, especially not that teen in particular. I couldn't help but feel a deeper connection to her and Ferb Fletcher, whose name I learned as I got checked over, speaking to him and asking him questions as calmly as I could.

It took over an hour for the nurses to pull everything out of my body and stitch me up. I felt like a rag doll being poked and prodded in so many places, not to mention a bit violated when I realized they had to use five stitches on my butt alone. Don't ask me how it got there, because I don't know.

As they were pulling the needle through the last of my wounds, the door opened to reveal a nurse pushing the teenage girl from earlier into the room, her eyes red as though she had been crying. She looked everywhere but at me, her silky charcoal hair cascading down her shoulders and framing her cheeks perfectly. There was something upsetting about her tear stained cheeks, like a lunch that hadn't set right in my stomach. I was absorbed with her grief stricken features until I noticed how much darker one hand was than the other. Dried blood was splattered across her elbow, t shirt and shorts, red against white making me feel slightly queasy. She staggered a bit upon entering, her face much paler than before as she cringed when he shoulder bumped the doorframe. I flinched along with the action, a scream penetrating my mind as I squeezed my ears shut.

"Phineas, no!"

I bit my bottom lip hard, my eyes looking straight ahead at the owner of the voice. Of course, the one in my head sounded much younger and in more agony, but there was no doubt it was the same girl who had whispered to me that we were dating a couple hours ago. I stared at the girl, and she must have felt the presence of my eyes on her back for she turned to me and looked straight into my eyes, her pupils scared and upset.

I brought two fingers up and motioned for her to come closer. Her eyes widened as she hesitated, her hips swinging back and forth in uncertainty before she finally walked over to me. Without a word, she put her arm in my outstretched hands, my astonishment showing as I blinked, my undivided attention on the woman in front of me. She grinned weakly, her smile bright and beautiful.

She must've read my eyes, for she said with trembling lips, "I know you better than anyone, Flynn." Someone coughed in the back of the room, and she rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at my marriage related sibling. "Can it, Fletcher." This earned a soft but low chuckle from Ferb, who leaned against the wall with his arms crossed in amusement.

They both looked at me when I giggled, my childlike laugh surprising even me. It was dead silent for a moment, the rustling curtains creating the only noise in the room, before Candace began to chortle, her clear blue eyes reflecting happiness as everyone began to laugh with her, me included. For the first time today, I felt like myself again, whoever that was. As the laughter died down and turned into sighs of contentment, my eyes caught sight of a falling drop of water, a cracked pipe overtop of the room leaking into a corner, hidden as though it were a chameleon.

"Isabella… I'm so s-sorry…"

I choked on a gasp, my eyes flashing as I pointed at Ferb. "Come here." I demanded abruptly, my voice as serious as a lawyer's. "Everyone else, please leave." This took everyone, the girl next to me included, by surprise. My mother was the first to react.

"What do you mean, leave? You just –!"

"Leave." I repeated, my voice firm and impatient, my eyebrows furrowed together as though a caterpillar were atop my forehead. For a moment, no one moved. Eventually, they began to leave, one by one, their voices hushed as they stared at me in concern. I couldn't care less at the moment, though; I was going to get as many answers as possible, and I knew there were only two people who would be willing to answer them. I lost my memory, but I hadn't lost the skill to tell me who I could trust the most out of a group of people. So when the girl next to me began to leave, I grabbed her hand and looked her straight in the eye, my serious eyes reflected in her surprised ones.

The aftermath of the touch took me off balance, my pupils dilating as I felt a shock jolt my senses, my heart beating faster than that of a hamster's as I looked at our intertwined fingers. Heat rushed to my face as I tried to utter a single syllable, no sound coming out. In that moment, I wanted to bring her close to me and tell her I remembered, if only to put a smile on her face. I wanted to see those full lips curve upwards again, and I wanted to hear a laugh I somehow knew would ring with more melody than a piano. More than anything, I wanted to make her feel like I still loved her, and I wanted it to be true.

If there was one thing I knew, it was that she hadn't been lying when she said we were dating.

"Not you." I whispered, watching her blink, surprise evident in her face. "You stay here." When everyone else had finally cleared out, I beckoned for the two of them to sit at the edge of my bed, their movements awkward and anxious as they shifted their weight to the bed, my feet crossing so as to give them more room. For a minute, no one spoke; the heavy silence was not uncomfortable, but it wasn't exactly helping any of us either. Finally, I ran a hand through my hair and clutched the back of my neck, exhaling loudly as though I had been in a breathing contest.

"Your name's Isabella, right?" I never specifying who I was talking to but the wording of the phrase delivering more meaning to one person than the other. When I looked at her, she had paled slightly, her fingers trembling as she clutched the blankets, her sharp intake of breath like the continuation of my exhalation. Ferb looked between the two of us questioningly, like he had missed something during his absence along with the dark haired girl and the doctor.

"How… How did you know that?" Isabella whispered, her eyes boring through my own as if she could search through my soul without the slightest hint of uncertainty.

"Uh, aren't we dating?" I asked, my tone slightly surprised and amused. "Why shouldn't I remember your name?" A cloud must have finally left the sun as light shone through the window, hitting the young woman at the precise moment a tear escaped her eyelid; as the sunlight vanished, so did the teardrop. I resisted the urge to put my palm on her cheek and wipe it away with the gentleness of a kitten.

"No, but…" She took a shuddery breath before squeaking out the last sentence; "how can you remember my name but not me?" Ferb patted her back comfortingly as my cheeks went hot, her reasoning clearer than day.

Why couldn't I remember her? I felt as though I was in a sauna, the memories of all those important to me disappearing like sweat on my skin, replaced by the steam, nothing visible but something there. I changed the subject abruptly, my eyes traveling toward my step brother.

"What… what happened to me?" My voice barely above a whisper, I watched my brother's gaze shift towards the window, his eyes glazed over as though he were experiencing a flashback. It was as though time had been stopped; Isabella's eyes were shaded by her bangs, Ferb's muscles locked as he stiffened. After what seemed like hours, my supposed girlfriend finally tilted her head upwards, her lips pursed in obvious discontent and concentration. Her eyes squeezed shut, I could tell she was envisioning what had thrown us all into this mess.

"Let me start off by saying that it was in no way any of our faults, and our records are still clean. Clear?" Ferb and I nodded, my eyes wide as I swallowed hard; records? Fault? What was going on here? "Okay, we were working on one of your inventions, and –!"

The door cut Isabella off, our undivided attention on Dr. Tripp as he marched purposefully into the room, his hand seizing Isabella's good elbow as he hoisted her off the bed, her protests cut off by two other nurses. Ferb and I exchanged alarmed glances as the M.D. handed the girl off to his assistants, his attention turning towards us. He took in our shocked faces and let out a guffaw, his laughter bouncing off the room walls.

"Relax, boys!" He chuckled, his eyes rolling in amusement. "Stop looking at me like I just murdered her!" At this, his features took on a more serious tone as he stared at our friend. "Although, had I gotten in here any earlier, you two would have had to have deal with a damsel in distress."Before I could ask him what he meant, I saw his fingers begin to count down from three, and I turned my attention towards Isabella in time to see her faint just as he held up a single finger.

"She lost a lot of blood when she was pulled out of the accident, Phin." Ferb murmured from behind me, his voice emitting concerned sounds. "She should've gotten her arm stitched up at the beginning, but she refused to do so until you were better." I looked at the girl who was being hoisted up onto a wheeling bed, Ferb's words ringing through my ears.

"Ferb…" I whispered, my attention never leaving the swinging door where only moments ago, Isabella had been wheeled out. "She said we're dating, but… what's really going on between us?" Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw him stare at me for a moment before breaking into a soft grin, his teeth bared in amusement.

"I can't tell you that, Phineas; that's for you to figure out."


God this story is so mushyyyyyyyyy. Yuck.

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Ugh my stupid computer closed my document in the middle of me replying to all the reviewssss. SO, for the second time... HERE WE GO!

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OKAY! STORY RECOMMENDATIONS!

The Legend of Phineas and Ferb by Atalus: This story is awesome! It's already well into the storyline so people who aren't fond of waiting will at least get a good dose in before! If you like seeing Ferb with a sword and being awesome, then this is the story for you! If you love phinbella and like a little drama, story for you! And if you actually like seeing Phineas act like a teenage boy who notices Isabella… story for you! Trust me, you won't regret this story, especially cause they get trapped in a video game world!

Christmas Bliss, by PianoMan5: This is probably one of the stories that got me back into the PnF fandom, not that I ever really left. ;) But believe me when I say this is absolutely one of the best stories I've read from this fandom in a long time. The story is totally Phinbella, but honestly, it's written in such a way that it's unique from all the others! PianoMan5 has outdone himself and I swear this guy can write so well! Please, take the time to review his stories, they deserve it! :D

Okay, that's all for today's chapter, I'll give you story recommendations again next time! BYE!