Disclaimer: I don't own Ed, Edd and Eddy, they belong to their creator Danny Antonucci. All I own is the plot.

This story came to me after I was hit by a car on January 20th...granted it wasn't as bad as what happens to Edd in this story, but real life issues is what I draw most of my stories from...

Anyway, please enjoy my first ever EENE story.

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"Wait! Please wait!" Edd yelled as he tried to run after the late bus, Ed and Eddy waving to him from the back windows.

He had offered to assist the school nurse in organizing the supplies, as was one of his many duties as the nurses assistant, and had lost track of time. Not only had he missed the first bus, but also the late bus, which ran an hour after school ended for those in after school actities.

As the bus quickly moved further away, Edd stopped running and groaned. "Blast my weak legs..." He now had no other choice except to walk. He had seen Kevin's bike still chained up at the front, and briefly though of asking him for a ride back to the cul-de-sac only to quickly push such a notion out of his head. The last thing he wanted was to give the bully more ammo to use against him.

After carefully adjusting the strap of his side bag, to ensure that it wouldn't slip and rub against the skin of his neck, Edd started the long trip back home.

It wasn't as if he hadn't walked home before, as he was used to it, but he had chores to do and homework to complete, along with the new book on Mechanical Enginering he checked out from the library. Now that he was walking home, he would have to put off reading. At least he didn't have to worry about tutoring Eddy that afternoon. That adventure wouldn't happen until tomorrow.

Edd quickly stopped when he realized he would have to cross the street and did what any smart kid would do. He stopped, looked both ways (twice, to ensure that there were absolutely no cars in sight) and listened carefully. Satisfied that the way was clear, he quickly yet carefully started across.

It was the sudden roar of an engine that startled him, but Edd wisely kept going, knowing how dangerous it was to stop in the middle of the road. He was about half way across when a black car peeled out from around the corner and came right at him, not slowing down nor vering out of the way to avoid him.

Edd heard himself scream and tried to move...but then he felt a horrible pain in his legs and everything just went black...

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Kevin was the last one to leave the school, the last student anyway, as the football coach was still in his office and he saw the nurse going into her small work station. Practice had sucked as usual. None of the others ever put any REAL effort into trying and he was stuck carrying the team. They stood no chance of winning against Lemon Brook if things continued the way they were.

"Stupid dorks can't even hold the ball right! You think after weeks of practice they could at least do that much!" He ranted to himself as he unchained his bike. "None of them try!"

Well, that last bit wasn't true...as much as it pained him to admit it, Double Dork was actually a pretty good planner. The moves he put on the board were brilliant, a sure win, even though Kevin tuned out the mathmatics behind the careful planning.

Now, if only he could get the guy to move his skinny legs and throw a ball correctly...

He was so lost in thought that he almost didn't notice the small black lump lying in the middle of the road. Raising an eyebrow, he did a quick glance up and down the road before running over and scooping it up, shaking it out as he headed back to the sidewalk.

"Huh...looks like Double Dork's hat..."

But that couldn't be right. One, the kid never went anywhere without it and two, something was wrong with it. It felt...wet and sticky and smelled like iron...

It wasn't until he looked down at his hands and saw that they were covered in blood that he realized something was seriously wrong. Looking up and down the road, he saw bits and pieces of cloth laying in the middle of the road, all of them stained with so much blood that he was unable to tell what colour they used to be.

Hoping back onto his bike, Kevin took off down the sidewalk, following the now growing trail until he saw a much larger lump laying in a crumbled heap upon the blacktop. The knot that had been growing in his stomach was tightening as he jumped off his bike, for once not caring that it fell onto the ground and ran into the middle of the road.

"Double D!?"

Edd was limp and laying on his back in a growing pool of blood with more dribbling out of his mouth and down his face. Even his thick, slightly shaggy black hair was coated with blood, making it stick and cling to his head in clumps. Kevin could tell even from a distance that both legs were broken, as they were resting at an odd angle and the trail of bloody cloth continued further down the road. But the worse injury, the one that made Kevin stop several feet away and throw up, was what was left of Edd's left arm...

The hand was gone, the stump a broken and bloody mess, the sleeve having been ripped off as well, showing just how much damage had been done.

"No no no! Wake up! Edd, wake up!"

Kevin found himself kneeling in the pool of blood, hands hovering over Edd's face as his mind tried to accept was he was seeing and recall what they learned in health and safety class just months before.

Finally, he checked for a pulse at Edd's neck...and let out a small cry of relief when he felt the faint beat against his fingers. He heard screaming and it took him several moments to realize it was him screaming for help. Logic said to go back to the school and get the coach and nurse but he didn't want to leave Edd alone in the middle of the fucking road. What if he died? He didn't want his last moments to be alone!

And so he continued to kneel in the blood, screaming for someone, anyone, to help until his throat was raw and a cold rain began to fall. He continued to scream even when a passerby stopped and asked what happened before calling 9-1-1 themselves. By the time the police and EMT's showed up, he was sobbing and shaking. From the cold and the rain or from the shock of it all, he couldn't tell...just like how he couldn't tell what was the rain and what were his tears. All he knew that he would never get the sight of Edd laying broken and bloody in the middle of the road out of his head.

The last straw was when an officer walked up carrying what was left of Edd's left hand. One finger was missing and it had been crushed almost flat, with small fragments of bone sticking up out of the torn flesh.

He heard a roaring in his ears and someone ask him if he was okay before, like Edd, everything just went black...

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And there you have it...it's not much, but it's something, right? Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to put some ice on my foot, as it is still hurting from my accident...

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