I was inspired to type this up after reading karly05's Ferbnessa Sketchbook chapter 5 Patient. So enjoy. :)

I do not own Phineas and Ferb.

Lawrence looked over the top of his magazine to look at his twelve-year-old son Ferb. His child was sitting next to him, currently playing with his thumbs and swinging his feet slightly in the air. He could still see a nervous look written on Ferb's face, even though he's been trying to hide it all day. Lawrence doesn't blame him at all for being nervous right now, he was about to face his biggest phobia after all… and that phobia would be called needles.

Ever since he was a very young lad, Ferb dreaded 'shot' time. Whether it be just a simple flu shot, or a shot to stop infection Ferb hated them all. Flu shot season is something both father and son dread. Ferb hated getting stabbed, Lawrence hated seeing his boy cry. It's been tradition for Lawrence to come to his every check up that included a shot so he could reassure and keep his son calm. So here they are in a hospital waiting room, waiting for a nurse to call Ferb in to get his arm stabbed with a needle.

Lawrence reached over to grip Ferb's shoulder, making Ferb glance up at him. His father gave him a small smile,

"Are you doing alright there, son?"

Ferb gave him a blank stare before looking back down at his hands. Of course he wasn't all right, he was twelve-years-old and still needed his dad around to hold his hand while he got a stupid shot. Why this was happening was beyond him. His stepbrother is a whole year younger then him and even he can go in and get a shot without mum or dad there to comfort him. There should be nothing that can faze Ferb… for crying out loud he traveled around the world and back again in one day with no adults. Surely he could go in and get a simple shot all by himself, right?

He looked back up at his father, who was still waiting for a verbal answer, and sighed,

"Father… I think I would like to go in and… get the shot by myself this year…"

Lawrence lowered his magazine even more and raised an eyebrow, "I sense a bit of hesitation, but continue."

Ferb swallowed, "I'm almost a teenager now and I think I should learn to do some things on my own… such as get a flu shot by myself."

"What changed your mind about this? Less then an hour ago I had to nearly drag you out of the house and into the car."

Ferb frowned at his dad's exaggeration. He most certainly did NOT have to drag him here.

Lawrence sighed, "Well… as long as you're sure, I really don't mind going in with you. I know how you are when it comes to those pesky needles."

Ferb shrugged slightly, "I can handle it now…"

Lawrence read his son's dark blue eyes and could still see fear somewhere deep within him. But Ferb was pretty persistent at times, so he was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt.

Lawrence picked his magazine back up again and nodded, "Very well then, son… I'll wait out here until you get back then."

Ferb blinked twice before sitting back in his chair. He thought that his dad would protest and say that he was going to come with him anyway. Now that he hasn't, Ferb kind of wished he did…

A door opened up right across from where they were sitting and a woman nurse walked out. She looked at her clipboard and called out,

"Ferb Fletcher…"

Ferb quickly stood up and nodded his head.

The nurse smiled at him, "The doctor is ready to see you, hon."

Ferb breathed out and looked back down at his dad. Lawrence smiled up at him and motioned him forward,

"Go ahead, son… I'll wait here until you're done."

Ferb gave him a thumb up and went to take a step forward… only to find his legs stiff as a board and not willing to move. He started shaking slightly and felt a bit of sweat run down his brow. He clenched his jaw tighter and felt a bit lightheaded. He was going to do this… he was going to get an injection all by himself. He was going to let the doctor jab his arm with a needle without having his dad there to console him. That's very grown up… very, very… He almost felt like he was going to be sick until someone gripped his shoulder. He breathed out heavily and looked behind him to see his father looking worriedly at him.

"Ferb what's wrong?" Lawrence questioned, "You've been standing there stiff as a board for almost a minute now. Are you alright?"

Ferb gulped and went to nod his head, but instead shook side to side. He sat back down in his seat and gripped his hair in his hands.

"I can't do it, dad," he mumbled, "I can't go in there by myself… I just can't…"

Lawrence kneeled down and rubbed the top of Ferb's head, "It's alright son, it's quite alright."

Ferb moaned, "No it's not… I am such a baby, I can't even go in there and get a stupid shot all by myself."

Lawrence frowned, "Ferb my boy, you are most certainly not a baby. Everyone has a fear, and sometimes they need help facing it." He tipped Ferb's chin up slightly so he could look him in the eye, "I'm here for you, son… no matter what, I'll always be here to help you."

Ferb sighed and smiled slightly, "I know, dad… it's just that it would be nice to do this sometime by myself so that I know that I can do it alone if I ever needed to."

Lawrence rubbed his son's head, "And that day will come, son. Trust me, it will… but it's just not today."

Ferb nodded his head and stood back up with his father. Lawrence gripped Ferb's shoulder and looked up at the nurse, who was still waiting patiently.

She smiled at them both, "Are you both ready?"

Ferb breathed out and nodded. He allowed his father to lead him into the hallway and then into the room. The nurse smiled at them,

"The doctor will be around shortly, please take a seat while you're waiting."

Lawrence smiled, "Thank you very much."

After the nurse left, Ferb took a seat in the cushioned chair, while Lawrence pulled over a regular chair from the corner and sat next to him. Ferb began tapping his fingers against the armrest and looked around the room nervously.

The door opened back up and an older man walked in. He looked at the two men and nodded,

"Good morning gentlemen," he looked at Ferb, "are you ready to get your flu shot."

Ferb hesitantly nodded his head.

"Very good then… roll up your sleeve and I'll prepare the needle."

Ferb sighed and began rolling up his t-shirt so it was up past his shoulder. He looked nervously at his dad and started biting his lip. Lawrence saw this and scooted closer to him. He gripped his son's hand and smiled warmly at him,

"It will be over soon, son…"

Ferb nodded and snuck a peek over to where the doctor was standing. His throat went dry when he saw him filling up a needle with some liquid. He gripped his dad's hand tighter when the doctor turned towards him and walked over to him with the needle in his hand.

The doctor sat next to Ferb and patted his shoulder, "It will just feel like a slight pinch…"

After cleaning the area on Ferb's arm, he gave the boy a knowing nod. It was time…

Ferb held his breath and closed up his eyes tight. His father rubbed his hand and began running his fingers through his hair. It felt like ages before Ferb felt a small prick in his arm. He whimpered slightly when he felt the needle sinking deeper into his skin. Lawrence hushed him and continued to rub his hand and hair. Ferb bit his lip harder and felt a tear forming in his eye. His foot wiggled nervously side to side as this all went on.

After what felt like an hour, the doctor drew the needle out of Ferb's skin and rubbed then injected area.

"There now, " the doctor spoke, "we're all done here."

Ferb let out the breath he was holding and completely relaxed. Lawrence smiled wide at him and kissed the side of his head,

"I'm so proud of you, Ferb… you did an excellent job."

Ferb smiled slightly and watched as the doctor placed a band aid on his arm. After he rolled his sleeve back down, Ferb hopped off of the chair and began rubbing his sore area.

After thanking the doctor, both father and son walked out of the hospital. Once they were outside, Lawrence breathed out,

"Well… another flu shot trip is over with."

Ferb smirked slightly, "Any way that I'll be able to get out of it next year?" he looked at the look at his dad's face and shrugged, "One can only ask…"

Lawrence shook his head in amusement and put his arm around his son, "I'll tell you what though… how about you and I stop at the ice cream parlor and I'll treat us both to some frozen treats."

Ferb smiled and looked up at his dad, "Sounds good to me, thanks dad."

"Anytime son… anytime…"

fyi, I don't get flu shots and I never have. So most of this was a guess about how people go to the hospital to get a shot and stuff...

I have a couple more in mind that I thought up so those she be out soon, as well as more as I think of them. :) Thanks for reading. Review?