1 Lockdown
I don't own Ed, Edd, 'n Eddy, blah, blah, blah… Ok, this next chapter is a little bloody, soooooo… If you don't like blood, read something else, but it isn't too bad… But PLEEEASSEEE REVIEEWW! I live for reviews. Oh well. Here is the next chapter.
Double D dropped his fountain pen and nodded to the others that they should drop their weapons too. He held up his hands in a gesture of peace. Unfortunately, the gunman took this as an offensive gesture, fired his handgun and ran off. The bullet passed straight through Double D's hand. In a state of shock, Double D held up his hand and stared at it. Stared at the blood running steadily down his arm. He was shaking.
1.1 "My hand… Look at my hand…"
As he regained his senses, he grabbed his hand in an attempt to staunch the blood flow. He dropped to his knees from the pain and closed his eyes tightly, willing for it all to just stop. Eddy knelt down by his side and placed a hand on Double D's back in an attempt to comfort him. They were so distraught that they didn't even notice Ed, who took the fire extinguisher, and ran off in the direction of the gunman, with a look of grim determination on his face. He perused the instructions briefly, then strode off meaningfully.
Eddy started to tear off strips of his shirt and wrapped them around Double D's now profusely bleeding hand.
"We need serious help…"
He walked up to the classroom directly across from them and banged on the door.
"We really need some help! Please come out!"
Eddy saw someone peek from under a desk… Wait a minute… That's Jimmy! He saw him crawl over to his teacher and say something to her. It must have been in their favor, because the teacher appeared at the door and tentatively opened it. Eddy helped Double D inside the room, and put him down on the floor. Double D still had a death grip on his hand, although the blood flow had almost stopped.
"Dear, can you let me see your hand?" the teacher inquired.
"You really don't want to…" It was getting hard for Double D to stay awake, he had lost so much blood.
"Please let me see it, dear…"
Double D slowly let go of his hand. The teacher was shocked. His hand was completely red, and what shocked her the most was the hole in the middle of his hand. No wonder he didn't want her to see. Oh dear. He was going to hate her for this…
"We have to dress your wound, or else it will get infected…"
Double D nodded his head.
"Already knew that…" He looked towards a backpack on the door. All the classes had one, and he knew all too well what was in it. There were three rolls of colored duct tape to tape on the outside of the door to tell the status of the class. Green for all clear, yellow for minor injuries, and red for serious injuries, medical assistance needed. Oh, yes, and that nasty chemical called hydrogen peroxide, which hurt like hell when applied to wounds, even though it sterilized them. And, of course, basic first aid supplies. The teacher opened the backpack and pulled out the first aid kit, and… the hydrogen peroxide.
"This is going to be fun…"
I don't own Ed, Edd, 'n Eddy, blah, blah, blah… Ok, this next chapter is a little bloody, soooooo… If you don't like blood, read something else, but it isn't too bad… But PLEEEASSEEE REVIEEWW! I live for reviews. Oh well. Here is the next chapter.
Double D dropped his fountain pen and nodded to the others that they should drop their weapons too. He held up his hands in a gesture of peace. Unfortunately, the gunman took this as an offensive gesture, fired his handgun and ran off. The bullet passed straight through Double D's hand. In a state of shock, Double D held up his hand and stared at it. Stared at the blood running steadily down his arm. He was shaking.
1.1 "My hand… Look at my hand…"
As he regained his senses, he grabbed his hand in an attempt to staunch the blood flow. He dropped to his knees from the pain and closed his eyes tightly, willing for it all to just stop. Eddy knelt down by his side and placed a hand on Double D's back in an attempt to comfort him. They were so distraught that they didn't even notice Ed, who took the fire extinguisher, and ran off in the direction of the gunman, with a look of grim determination on his face. He perused the instructions briefly, then strode off meaningfully.
Eddy started to tear off strips of his shirt and wrapped them around Double D's now profusely bleeding hand.
"We need serious help…"
He walked up to the classroom directly across from them and banged on the door.
"We really need some help! Please come out!"
Eddy saw someone peek from under a desk… Wait a minute… That's Jimmy! He saw him crawl over to his teacher and say something to her. It must have been in their favor, because the teacher appeared at the door and tentatively opened it. Eddy helped Double D inside the room, and put him down on the floor. Double D still had a death grip on his hand, although the blood flow had almost stopped.
"Dear, can you let me see your hand?" the teacher inquired.
"You really don't want to…" It was getting hard for Double D to stay awake, he had lost so much blood.
"Please let me see it, dear…"
Double D slowly let go of his hand. The teacher was shocked. His hand was completely red, and what shocked her the most was the hole in the middle of his hand. No wonder he didn't want her to see. Oh dear. He was going to hate her for this…
"We have to dress your wound, or else it will get infected…"
Double D nodded his head.
"Already knew that…" He looked towards a backpack on the door. All the classes had one, and he knew all too well what was in it. There were three rolls of colored duct tape to tape on the outside of the door to tell the status of the class. Green for all clear, yellow for minor injuries, and red for serious injuries, medical assistance needed. Oh, yes, and that nasty chemical called hydrogen peroxide, which hurt like hell when applied to wounds, even though it sterilized them. And, of course, basic first aid supplies. The teacher opened the backpack and pulled out the first aid kit, and… the hydrogen peroxide.
"This is going to be fun…"