Canderemy redux: Phinbella

More Injuries

Isabella POV

Phineas gave me a little smile right after he finished his apology, but I was still too busy processing everything in my mind to respond. I had received too much information, and had to slowly go through all of it in my head, from the beginning.

He had just apologized for our entire fight, acting like it was all his fault. And it wasn't just his, I was yelling at him the whole time too. But he came over here to say sorry anyways, how sweet! And he called himself a jerk, but again, we were both being jerks.

"He loves to hang out with me and called me his best friend!" I thought from before. It was already pretty obvious that I was Phineas's best friend, seeing as I came over every single day, but it felt good for him to say it. And then he called me brilliant, trustworthy, and ... he called me beautiful! He thinks I'm beautiful! My expression didn't change, but I felt a spark of hope light in my broken heart.

Finally Phineas told me that he lied about nobody liking me, that millions of people would probably love me. He said that everything was a lie. "He didn't mean it!" I thought in desperate relief. My heart started beating faster, but in a good way, and I felt a smile growing on my cheeks.

"Maybe he still likes me!" I thought excitedly. I shed a few more tears, but more from happiness this time than sorrow. That apology was just so touching, just as everything Phineas did was. Of course I accepted it, in fact, I had to do some apologizing as well. I wiped away my tears and straightened my hair and dress, and was about to speak when I caught up to the present and realized that Phineas wasn't there.

Phineas must have just left. I could still hear him slowly walking down the staircase to go home.

"No," I thought desperately as my smile disappeared, "He probably thinks I hate him! I have to fix this!" I sat up on my bed and stood up, only to fall back down due to my throbbing ankle. I had completely forgotten about how I tripped on it before, but I had to ignore the pain and get to Phineas.

I grabbed the backboard of my bed and hoisted myself up, then hopped to the door and pulled it open. I then limped down the hallway as fast as I could, and saw Phineas near the bottom of the stairs, opening the front door to leave. His hand was on his forehead and his eyes were tightly pressed together; he looked so devastated. I needed to comfort him as he did for me.

"Phineas," I called out, my voice coming out sad and childlike. He didn't seem to hear me, so I began almost running down the stairs. "Phineas," I called a little louder, "I need to tell youuuaaaAAHH!"

My ankle let out a nasty surge of pain as I tried to step down another stair, and I felt my leg give out. I tripped off the stair, my arms flailing as I tried to find something to grab on to. Phineas must have heard me this time, because he whirled around. His eyes widened for a split second before he dove forward, trying to catch me. I plummeted to the ground, screaming, until Phineas caught me, pulling me into an embrace. He wasn't prepared to catch me, so my motion knocked us over onto the tile floor. I landed great since I was being tightly held, but the same was not true for Phineas. He hit the floor hard, his head getting a significant bruise. And if that wasn't enough, I landed on top of him, nearly doubling the amount of pressure on his chest.

It looked like Phineas had had the wind knocked out of him. Ignoring the desire to snuggle, I scrambled off of Phineas to give him space to breathe.
"Oh my gosh, Phineas, are you okay?" I asked frantically. After all, he had hit his head pretty hard on the floor, and the tile was unforgiving. Phineas was staring at the ceiling, mouth open and trying to breathe, but he was temporarily unable to. He looked frightened, and with reason, because he couldn't get enough oxygen.

"I'm s-so sorry!" I spurted, knowing from a Fireside Girls camp out how scary it could be the first time you got the wind knocked out of you. It felt like you couldn't breathe at all, and it would take a minute or two to recover. I gripped his hand, and tried to fight back the tears that I had managed to stop only moments before.