CHAPTER 6- Hey, I'm back! i put some more Phinabella in for all you people out there. keep in mind-tad Ferbella, but PURELY friendship. I'm Phinabella all the way.

It might seem like I'm mad at Phineas in here, but I just had to make him a little upset for my intended scenario...Anyway, here's chapter 6 (or 7? Prologues...I swear they'll be the death of me)

Enjoy!

PHINEAS POV

Holy crap. Ferb looks awful! My eyes flicker up and down his ragged body, and my breath hitches in my throat at the sight of his hands and ribs. I mean, I can literally see his ribs. I don't think you're supposed to be able to, are you? My eyes go once more to his hands, which are the parts that seem most crushed to me, and I gulp down the bile rising in my throat. I mean, he broke his thumb once when we accidentally set down a giant purple peacock (don't ask) on top of him, but that's nothing compared to this.

I can't believe how hurt he is, when Perry and I have hardly a scratch on us. Hey, speaking of Perry…..

I glance over as Candace leans down and gently shakes Perry, who had fallen asleep next to Ferb. "Perry…look who's up, sleepy head," she says to him teasingly.

Perry looks up groggily, and for a second, he looks like he did when he first woke up in our house when we brought him home-calm and innocent. Then his eyes flicker to me, and a huge smile lights up his face, clearly causing him some pain. He quickly untangles himself from Ferb's unconscious grip, and jumps lightly to the floor before racing over and leaping smoothly into my lap, avoiding my left leg as much as he possibly can. He wraps his one good arm around my neck in a tight hug, and I squeeze back gently. "Perry, I'm OK now."

I look back over to Ferb, who Candace is re-covering with the blanket and grimace. "Oh, Perry. How did Ferb get so hurt like this?"

Perry looks up at me, his eyes watery and he shakes his head slowly, obviously not knowing the answer. A slow cough from behind me makes me turn, wincing in pain. Isabella is still standing there with Candace, who has her hand on Isabella's shoulder. Isabella looks like she's going to pass out, and for a second, I tighten my muscles, ready to get up and steady her before I remember that there is a platypus on my lap and I have a broken leg.

"I have a theory you guys," Isabella says softly, twiddling her thumbs over and around each other. "You know, like, why he got hurt more than you two." I nod, wanting her to continue. "Well, first of all, he was on the top, so he would get more hurt. But, there is also the matter of, well, that he's him." I cock my head slightly, not getting it. "Look, he loves you guys like crazy. So while you were protecting Perry, Phineas, I think he put all his energy into protecting you guys….no matter what happened to him."

Her eyes flicker over to Ferb and for a Nano-second, I'm jealous. Jealous! Of my seriously injured brother! What the heck is wrong with me? (Don't answer that)

"You're right," I whisper, the full majority of her words hitting me like a ton of bricks in the face (which, oddly enough hasn't happened yet. Weird). "He would do that for us."

I hug Perry tighter to my chest and sigh. Here I am, feeling jealous of my brother for getting the attention for one second, and he could have died trying to save me. Great. Just great. I look up to say something, and close my mouth as Carl walks in. "Hey guys! Hey Phineas," he says just a little too cheerily. I wince, and a small throbbing begins in my head, echoing its way to my brain.

"So," Carl says, "I found this pair of crutches in Dr. D's storage room and thought you might be able to use them!" I grimace as his voice pierces through my ears, yet smile gratefully all the same. I manage to muster a small "Thanks" before feeling drained. Luckily, Perry chatters, saving me from saying anything else.

I glance down as he waves his hand towards Carl, a clear look of confusion written all over his face. Carl looks just as confused for a second, before Perry motions to his watch…hologram…magnet…thingy. What the heck is it?

"Oh, Major Monogram?" Carl asks, lowering his voice enough for me to not want to throw the radio clock at his head. "Oh, Candace told him off real good when he tried to first relocate you, and then when he tried to erase everyone's memories. I think he was scared of her!"

Perry whips his head around and gives Candace a look of surprise, his eyebrows flying up to the top of his head. She smiles sheepishly.

"He seemed more worried about your darn secret than you. I just figured it was time someone put him in his place."

Carl nods furiously, mouthing "It was," before shutting it as Perry looks at him. All Perry does, though, is crack a small smile, and then settle back into my lap. We all look over to the door as it creaks open and then in walks Dr. D.

"Hey, I figured you guys might be hungry. The two….uh, odd ones helped me make you all breakfast for dinner. Any takers?"

I raise my hand, smiling a bit sheepishly, just as Candace had done. "I'm really hungry. Can I have some?"

Dr. D rolls his eyes. "Of course you can, providing you can get some before…Buford, is it? Before Buford eats it all. Let's go!"

I smile and wave my hand at the chair. "I would, but I'm not much at maneuvering crutches right now." I glance back up at Carl. "Sorry, man. It was nice of you to think of that though."

Carl waves his hand and leaves the room quickly, no doubt to get some of that food before Buford does.

"Luckily," Dr. D says, making me look back over to him, "you just happen to be sitting in the chair that I made for Vanessa when she broke her leg as a tween." He walks over to my chair, and despite the slight warning glare I see in Perry's eyes, he leans over and presses a small button on the underside of the armrest. "One of the few inventions Vanessa actually likes," he says as wheels sprout from the bottom and the arm flips over to reveal a small joystick.

"Sweet!" I cry, grinning at the mechanism. I cast a look back over to Ferb and frown. "Sorry bro," I whisper, "but I've gotta' be takin' care of things right now…like my hunger. See you when you wake up."

Dr. D pats my shoulder lightly and then smiles. "Hey, you like bacon?"

(Now picture Dr. D saying he loves almond brittle and you'll get what I intended here)

"Love it!" I cry.

I wave to Candace and Isabella, who haven't said a word since the Monogram confrontation from Carl, and then Dr. D wheels me out of the room. Perry leaps off my lap, gives me a smile, and then heads back into Ferb's room. I can't blame him. If I had the choice between staying with an owner I was certain would recover, or one I'm not sure would make it at all, I'd have to pick the latter.

CANDACE POV

I close the door after Perry walks back in, and then turn around to see Isabella crying. Wait, what?

"Is, what's wrong?" I ask, sitting next to her on the bed. "You weren't this upset when Phineas was unconscious."

"I know," she whispers, "but it was easier to stay in control with him because he didn't look this bad." She yelps softly as Pinky, who had disappeared for a while to God knows where, wriggles under her arm. She gently takes him up in her arms and strokes his fur until she calms down a little. "I mean, he's my best friend other than Phineas. He listens to me rant and rave over Phineas, and gives me advice when I need it, and gosh Candace, if he didn't make it, I don't know….."

She breaks down crying, sobbing really, for the first time since all this crap started…which was only about 3 or 4 hours ago. I pull her into a hug and let her cry into my shirt, patting her heaving shoulders gently. Finally, she pulls away and sniffs.

"Hey," she murmurs, looking around, "where's Pinky?"

It's such a simple and everyday thing to say that I snicker. Isabella smiles through her tears. "Thanks Candace."

She heads for the door, and then pauses and turns back, leaning over Ferb and kissing him slightly on the cheek. It's so brief; in fact, that I almost don't realize what she's done until she's done it. She leaves the room quickly, and I'm left with Perry.

I turn to look at Ferb and smile at the first-aid job that I hadn't really noticed until now. His left wrist has been splinted in a similar fashion to Perry's, and there is fresh gauze on his head. A light t-shirt covers his previously bare and exposed chest, though it's quite small and only covers about half of him, exposing the rest of the bandaging underneath. Eh. It's the thought that counts, right? I look over to Perry, sitting, drooping, actually, on the edge of the bed, and I realize he hasn't eaten or slept since about 6:30 A.M. this morning. I go over and put a hand on his back, startling him out of his daydreams.

"Perry, why don't you go eat something? I'll stay with Ferb."

He nods after a moment of consideration, and wobbles sleepily out of the room. I close the door and seat myself next to the bed. "Ferb, you've got to wake up. So many people miss and love you here, especially Phineas and I. Dude, I don't know what we'd do without you. You're quiet, but you're really loud. I know I don't show you all that much compassion, but….this love is silent, you know? If-oh, heaven forbid-if it was just Phineas and I, well, life just wouldn't be the same."

I look up from my long monologue as the door opens and a girl about my age pokes her head in, her dark brown hair swishing over her black clad shoulders. Her mouth falls open at the sight of Ferb and she looks to me. "Candace, right?"

I nod. "Yeah. And you're Vanessa, right? You went with us around the world, didn't you?" I knew I'd heard of her before!

"Yeah….gosh, I didn't know it was this bad. I mean, I saw Phineas, but I thought Ferb would be about the same, if not better." Her eyes swept over to me, and she smiled softly. "Hey, don't worry. I bet we'll find out what Ferb is short for yet."

I chuckle and Vanessa winks and leaves the room.

I turn back to Ferb just as my stomach growls loud enough for it to have been a lion in a previous life. I put my hand over it and wince. "I'm sorry Ferb. I'm so hungry; I haven't eaten since breakfast this morning. I've gotta go. I'll be back, or someone else will, but remember, I love you, and don't you ever forget that."

I stand up and have my hand on the doorknob when the little British voice draws me back.

"Frank."

Can anyone figure out where I got Frank? Anyone? I'll tell...eventually. Hee hee hee.

OMG he's awake! And more importantly, alive. Or is it all a lucid dream? (it's not, I was just watching Nerd's of a Feather this morning)

Oh, and the Purple Peacock? just this random thought that popped in my head during History today. I know, right?

Don't own PF, Please R and R