Disclaimer: See first chapter.

Hey everyone. Sorry the last chapter was a couple days late, but this one will be going up on time. But incase it hasn't been caught on yet, I will update this story once a week on Tuesday...and when the story is written like this, that means it's a memory being played back as a dream.

NikeCeleste13: I'm glad you're interesting in reading more! This pleases me greatly, as a happy Fangs is more inclined and motivated into writing more chapters. ^_^

This chapter is for you, as you were the only one to review. Please enjoy.

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"I'm sorry Mrs. Vincent, but the infection has spread to his bone. We have no choice but to preform an Elbow Disarticulation."

"How can he become a doctor like us now? With only one arm, he's practially useless..."

"I brought you gravy Double D! You can wake up now!"

"C'mon sockhead, who's gonna make things for my scams?"

"Rolf brought Edd-boys cactus for the keeping of the company!"

"I'm sorry...if I had found you sooner, or gone to get help, then maybe you would still have your arm..."

Edd jerked awake, bumping one of his knees against the underside of the table as he gasped for air and looked the empty section of the library. He had dreams about being in the hospital before, and like the dream he just had, they were always warped. But the last voice was new and sounded so...familiar.

Scrubbing at his face with the palm of his hand, Edd gathered up his books and notes before leaving and heading toward the gym, having to cut across it in order to get to the equipment room where Rolf would be waiting.

Back then, it had hurt to hear his parents talk of him in such a way...he was still alive. He had survived not only being hit, but being dragged by a car. Yes his ribs were broken and he needed skin graphs on almost 90% of his back...yes, his left hand had been ripped off mid-forarm and an infected resulted in the need to remove more...but he beat the odds. And yet, within two months of him being released and back home, his parents were gone. No more sticky notes. Calls were few and far between...and with his legs still healing, it was near impossible for him to stand long enough to cook...

So lost in thought was he, that he almost walked pass the gym doors. It was the squeaking of sneakers that brought him back to reality, along with the couch yelling at the kids in there to pick up the pace.

"Lets go ladies! Do you want to beat Lemon Brook or do you want to eat their dust!?"

"Yes, very motivating..." Edd muttered to himself as he pushed open the doors and walked along the bleachers. "Threaten to make them consume tiny particles of waste matter lying on the ground..."

Just as he was about to go into the equipement room, his eyes landed on Kevin and for a moment, he watched. Kevin had grown in many ways over the years. He had gotten taller, more fit and yet the one thing time hadn't changed was his backwards red hat. He knew better then to linger though, as the other members of the team would be more then happy to 'accidently' throw the ball at his head just for shits and giggles.

Upon opening the doors and hearing the loud, pounding music, he knew that Rolf had already set up his strange music and had chased any other kids that were using the room.

"Ah! Edd-boy has arrived! Come, Rolf is already doing the lifting of many weights!"

"I plan on doing a run on the treadmill first!" Edd had to shout over the music while setting his side bag on the floor before removing his trench coat. "Let me know when you need me as a spotter!"

Rolf laughted but gave Edd a thumbs up. He didn't need Edd as a spotter, and Edd himself knew that, but it was still a way for them to hang out. Part of Edd's therapy was to walk or run as often as he could, to help build up strength in his legs.

The results were that he was one of the fastest kids in school and was on the track and field team, something that Rolf and his family told him he should be proud of, cause they sure were.

Running also helped his feel the part of his arm he was missing. If he closed his eyes and focused hard enough, he could almost feel his left hand clenching, feel the muscles in his forearm flex...but after he stopped and opened his eyes, his stomach always dropped when he saw nothing but a scared stump.

Sadly, running to hard also caused headaches and those caused...

"Edd-boy! You must stop now, your nose is hurting again!"

Nosebleeds...

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You all have NO idea how much I struggled with the ending of this chapter...there's always one in each story where I'm not entirely pleased and yet I can think of nothing better for it, so...yeah. Also, I know it may seem a bit OOC for Edd to fall asleep in school, but keep in mind, this one armed Edd is my own creation. He's changed...plus, we'll all see son enough just how little he sleeps now a days...

All will be explained in time, but for now, I need to get things ready for work. With another update comes another 'week' of work for me. Later Peeps!

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