Chapter three
She tried opening the door for about five minutes before walking back to her car. Ferb was starting to freak out again, thinking they'd be stuck in the car forever. Phineas was able to calm him again, just as they saw the policewoman coming back with something metal in her hands.
"Be careful, kid." She mumbled, jamming the thing into the door. The whole car creaked as she pulled it back. A loud cracking sound filled the car when the door came off, and the window shattered, most of it falling on Phineas. He got a few cuts, but wasn't worried about that. He quickly stepped out of the car, and looked back at his brother. Since his door was blocked by the barrier, he was forced to crawl out Phineas's door. He looked as if he was in pain, but he didn't complain. He just got out as quickly as he could.
Phineas looked closely at his brother since the first time since the accident. He looked almost completely fine, other than how pale and frightened he looked. His jeans he had chosen to wear that day were ripped, and stained. The stain was dark red. Phineas gasped as he noticed the stain, and walked carefully over to his brother. He carefully rolled up the leg of Ferb's jeans, avoiding touching his knee. Ferb's knee looked horrible. There was a large, deep looking cut right through the middle of his leg. It also looked a little deformed. Phineas felt tears streaming down his cheeks for the first time that horrible night.
"Phineas, I'm fine." His brother assured him, wiping the tears from his eyes.
"Well, that doesn't look too good. We should get you two to the hospital." Phineas jumped when he heard a voice behind him. He tore his eyes away from his brother's knee and looked behind him. A policeman was standing right behind him, looking at Ferb's knee with a slightly worried look. He turned away and called over the paramedics. They came over and studied Ferb's knee, keeping him too busy for Phineas to talk to. Phineas pulled out his phone as he looked over at the car.
There were people around the car, trying to pick up anything that was thrown out of the open trunk. The car looked so horrible, Phineas was slightly curious why he and Ferb weren't dead now. There were huge dents in the sides, clearly showing where they had hit the barriers and the wire. The headlights were shattered, and there were pieces of the car everywhere.
He dialed his mom's number into his cell phone, dreading her reaction. He hadn't checked the time recently, but he was sure it was around one or two in the morning.
"PHINEAS FLYNN! WHERE IN THE WORLD ARE YOU! DO YOU EVEN RELIZE WHAT TIME IT IS!" Linda screamed into her cell phone, worried sick. She and Lawrence were waiting by the front door, waiting for her sons to walk in. They had been worrying about their sons for the past two hours, because they had been expecting them home around twelve, not two.
"Yes mom, I know." Phineas murmured, scared to tell her that they had just gotten into a car accident.
"Where are you? Are you almost home?" Linda asked more calmly. She was pretty sure there was a perfectly logical explanation for them not being home yet.
"No mom, something happened." Phineas told her, sounding a little scared now.
"What happened? Are you hurt? Is Ferb? Please tell me nothing horrible happened Phineas?" Linda asked, starting to panic.
"We um… We… Uh…" Phineas stuttered before his phone was taken out of his hand.
"We got into a car accident, mom." Ferb answered for him. He could hear his mom's reply even though he wasn't holding the cell phone.
"WHAT!" Linda screamed so loud, Lawrence was surprised the windows didn't all break.
"Yes mom, I know. We're both fine, we're just going to the hospital so they can make sure we're fine. We'll be at one near our house." Ferb told his mother before being asked to put the phone away so they could get them onto the ambulance.