CHAPTER 2

Hey guys! thanks so much for all the great reviews! Sorry it took me a while to upload this, I've had like four million tests this week to study for.

So, anyway, here's chapter 2! I don't own PF, evidement (French for obviously)

Hope you like it!

CANDACE POV

My face pales as I sprint over to the hole in the floor and kneel next to Dr. D.

As soon as I see inside, I can't help it: I break down and start crying into my hands, shoulders raking with sobs. All 3 of them-Phineas, Ferb and Perry- are hurt really badly, at least, as far as I can see with all the rubble. Perry, who was under both the boys, seems to be the one who is least hurt. In fact, as I watch, his eyes flutter open.

"Perry?" I whisper.

He looks over at me and reaches an arm out, only to pull it back with a grimace. As Dr. D leans in and pulls him out, I can see that his right wrist is definitely broken, and that his tail has been bent backwards in a truly unnatural position. He has bruises and cuts all over his body and it looks like it hurts him just to breath. Dr. D hands me Perry, and I take him in my arms and hug him as tightly as I can without hurting him, letting my tears soak into his battered fur.

A few seconds later, he pushes away with his good arm and looks at me, raising an eyebrow. My lower lip trembles as my eyes swivel to the hole, and my eye refill with tears. Perry follows my gaze and his eyes widen more than I ever thought possible. He leaps forward, but is stopped abruptly as someone grabs him from behind. I turn to see Isabella standing there, holding Perry as tears stream down her cheeks.

I look behind me to see a bunch of people gathering, and I set my eyes on Stacy, who is almost directly behind me.

"Stacy," I say, "can you take Isabella and Perry out of here?"

My friend nods mutely and leads the crying girl and still squirming Perry out of the room, every single Fireside girl following them. I have no idea where they came from and I don't care. I breathe a small sigh of relief that Isabella doesn't have to stay and see this, and then I turn back to Doofenshmirtz. He has already pulled Phineas out of the hole, and I gasp in shock at the sight of him. His right arm and left leg are both broken, and he has cuts and bruises everywhere on his face. A large bruise has begun to form on his head, and I have the feeling that it means he has a concussion. I take him in my arms, and though I want to take him to a room myself, I know I can't. Instead, I give him to Jeremy, who had appeared behind me just as Stacy had left. He gives me a small, grim smile, and strides off, closely followed by Baljeet and Buford.

I don't get it. Phineas and Perry are hardly hurt. Well, they are hurt really badly, but not as bad as I thought they would be. How….?

I turn back to Doof and immediately have my answer. Ferb is cradled in his arms, and I throw a hand over my mouth in horror, gulping slowly.

"Oh my God," I whisper as I take in the sight.

His legs and arms, particularly his hands, are so messed up, crushed and twisted in a million different ways that I can't look. He has a broken nose, what looks like some broken ribs in a few places, and one eye is swollen shut. I see blood in his bright green hair, and assume that it's cracked open. There are cuts all over his face, much larger than those on Phineas' and Perry's, and the bruise forming on his right cheek reminds me suspiciously of the shape of England (Weird).

Dr. D looks awful; his face is so pale that I reach a hand out, afraid that he is going to pass out.

"Honestly kid," he says with the hint of a tremble in his voice, "I don't know if he'll make it."

I choke back a sob and gently pull Ferb into my arms. I stand slowly so that I won't disturb him and look around. "Where can I take him?"

Dr. Doofenshmirtz motions me towards a door down the hall and to the left. He opens it and for a moment, all I can see is black and purple. Doof clears his throat.

"This is my daughter Vanessa's room. I'm sure she wouldn't mind if you use it, considering the circumstances."

Vanessa…where have I heard that name before? I disregard the thought for now, sure it will come to me later, and I place Ferb carefully on the bed, wondering for a split second if I should put something under him to stop the blood. As if he is reading my mind, Dr. D leans over and hands me a towel.

"There's a bathroom through there," he says, motioning to the left. "Feel free to clean up."

I barely notice him leaving as I slide the towel under Ferb's head carefully. I drag a nearby chair over to the bed a moment later, and gently take his left hand, the one that's the least crushed, into mine, not stopping the tears anymore. I sit there for maybe 15 minutes watching the slow-agonizingly slow- up and down movement of his chest before I realize that I need to go check on Phineas. I'm about to stand when I hear a voice behind me.

"Candace?"

I turn to see the second-Fireside Girl in command Gretchen step in the door.

"Yeah?" I ask, wincing when the voice that comes out of my mouth doesn't even remotely resemble mine; it sound like I've been drunk and have a hangover and have a bad cold while I'm drinking a glass of water at the same time.*

"Perry wants to see Ferb. Isabella and the rest of us fixed Perry up as best we could. That was one patch I didn't like earning," the girl murmurs. She glances up, clears her throat and continues. "Anyway, he's kinda freaking out. Oh, and Isabella's with him."

Gretchen pushes her glasses up her nose and looks at me expectantly. I need to ask.

"How's Phineas?"

She shrugged. "I haven't seen him, but Jeremy says he's doing OK. Dr. D is with him right now, trying his best to give him first aid and fix him up."

I nod, relieved to hear that Phineas is OK…..at least for the time being.

"So…..? "

I glance up, almost having forgotten about the Fireside Girl standing in front of me. "Sorry. Yes, you can send them in."

Gretchen salutes me, walks out the door and shuts it behind her. I sit down heavily in the chair to wait for my platypus, which isn't even necessary, because he basically sprints in 3 seconds later with Isabella at his heels.

So, what did you think?

*I have heard somone who sounded exactly like a previous drunk with a hangover and a cold, drinking a glass of water-it was my uncle over the phone...on his birthday. Yeesh.

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