Author's note: Hey everyone! i wanted to say thanks to everyone who read and liked this story! I loved reading everyone's reviews! a few of you were begging me not to leave it there and don't worry, i never planned to do that lol so here is the next installment of His Little Savior! (i don't own Ed, Edd n Eddy...obviously lol)
Eighteen hours; Kevin has been sitting in this stupid waiting room for eighteen hours.
Kevin hadn't seen Edd since the paramedics rushed him off to the hospital in a separate ambulance. Three had shown up at the school; one for Double D, one for the car driver, and Kevin was forced into the last one despite his protests. He was fine; a sprained ankle and some scrapes but the doctors insisted on X-rays and all that other bullshit, saying he might as well get it over with while he waited for his friend to get out of surgery. And so he let them fix him up because fighting was useless.
As soon as he was able, he went to find out whatever information he could about the Dork's condition. It wasn't much; the hood ornament on the car had ripped into the small boy's abdomen causing a lot of internal damage. And he lost a lot of blood…like A LOT. They had to give him a few transfusions. But that was all the news he got…and that was hours ago.
Kevin ran a hand down his wary face before looking around at the only other two people in the waiting room. Ed and Eddy. They hadn't said a word to Kevin the entire time he's been here, not that he expected it from them. They were busy consoling each other. Eddy spent most of the time lounged in a chair, staring into space. He managed to rouse himself to comfort his sobbing companion every so often, until Ed had finally cried himself to sleep about three hours ago.
But the silence was starting to grate on Kevin's nerves. He's never known Dorky to be so quiet, he kept waiting for the other boy to have some sort of explosion or try and pull another bullshit scam that would piss him off…he almost craved it. He was just about to explode himself when the door finally opened and a doctor in surgical gear walked in. Kevin and Eddy were immediately on their feet with baited breath.
"Am I correct in assuming you boys are here for Eddward Vincent?" the doctor said quietly. They nodded anxiously. The man let out a long breath before stating, "We spoke to the young man's parents on the phone and received their permission to tell you of his condition. So let me ease your concern by telling you the operation was a success. Your friend in in recovery right now. But I'm afraid he will have to remain in the Intensive Care Unit for a few days at the least. He will need some serious care for quite some time while he heals."
"But he will heal, right?" Kevin couldn't resist asking. "There wasn't any permanent damage?"
"Excluding any unforeseen complications, he should heal just fine," reassured the Surgeon. Kevin closed his eyes as he was overcome with a feeling of relief. The doctor told them that they would be able to see Eddward after he gets out of recovery. But he warned them that rules for ICU were strict: people were only allowed to visit for fifteen minute intervals and only two people were allowed to go in at a time. When Eddy asked how long it would be until the first visit was allowed, they were told a nurse would come in and let them know as soon as possible.
So Kevin and Eddy went back to their seats to wait. After a few minutes, Eddy made a scoffing sound in his throat. "We were supposed to be eating junk food and having a fucking movie marathon today. Leave it to Sockhead to go to drastic measures to keep me from having any fun." Kevin looked at him incredulously and was about to freak out on him before he noticed the tears running down the kids face.
He felt his own tears on his face as he and Eddy grinned and cracked up laughing.