Eddsworld One Shots (Mostly TomxTord)

The Accident

Edd's POV

Tom hasn't been acting like himself lately. It's strange. He's been jumping at every thing that makes noise. He's now really short tempered, and worst of all, he's just been... I don't know... blank. I don't really know how to explain it, but sometimes, he just doesn't talk. He doesn't move. He just... stares. It's really creepy.

I think it's Tord's recent car accident that triggered this. That day, I remember Tom being very... clingy. It's like he wouldn't leave Tord's side. But when he was aware that I was around, they'd start fighting. Strange. Anyways, Tord had gone to pick up groceries and I remember Tom mouthing something to him before he left. I think he said, be careful, love ya, but I wasn't entirely sure. Tord responded with what I saw as a wink. When he was gone, Tom just stayed in his room, like he had nothing to do with me or Matt. Not even 30 minutes later, we get a call from the hospital, saying that Tord hardly made it out alive of the crash. Tom literally locked himself in his room all night.

That was when Tom started acting off. It's been pretty weird, but last night was weirder. I'd have never even thought of ending a day like yesterday ended.

Matt and I decided to set up one of Tom's favorite movies, well, atleast I think it was one of his favorites. I can't remember the exact name. I had gone into the kitchen to grab some popcorn that Matt had requested. As I waited next to the microwave, I heard Matt call me. He sounded quite scared. I curiously walked into the living room, and I froze in horror.

Tom was shaking intensely. I ran over and kneeled next to him. "Tom!" I took his hand and realized it was unnaturally cold. He was breathing very hard. Almost hyperventilating. I looked into his emotionless, black eyes. I could tell he was trying to respond, but nothing came out of him except for tears. I didn't know what was going on. "E..." He couldn't even say my name, despite how short it is.

I wondered where Matt had gone, because I had just realized he disappeared. I held Tom's hand tightly. Matt suddenly burst into the room with a wool blanket. He handed me the blanket. I thanked Matt, even though he didn't know what to do. I wrapped the white blanket over Tom's shoulders. He was still shaking... But not as bad. His breathing eased.

"Tom?" I softly asked. He looked at me with his huge dark eyes. They displayed nothing but fear. "E-Edd.." He managed to say. I could tell he didn't know what happened. He just looked around the room very cautiously. "M-my head..." I looked at him. "It... hurts..."

"Matt."

"Yeah?"

"Do we have anymore Advil?"

"Think so,"

"Get it."

Matt then left the room. I sat next to Tom. The next few moments were awkward, until he broke the silence. "Edd... C-can I-I ask you something..?" He asked weakly. I looked at him for a few long seconds. I glanced down at his torso. Why did he keep re-adjusting the blanket? It was like he was hiding his body.

"Sure... But why do y-"

"D-do you think... that... w-well, Tord is alright..?" He briefly cut me off. I looked at him. Has he gone insane? Why the hell would he ask if Tord, he guy he apparently hates, is alright? Unless...

"I'm sure he'll be fine, but why do you... A, keep hiding your body, and B, care about Tord all of a sudden?"

He answered neither of the questions. Instead, he stared at the blank television. I gave him a concerned stare that he ignored. Silence.

"You... You really want to know..?"

"That's why I asked."

More silence.

"You might be upset... but you a-asked. Tord and I are d-dating."

I was shocked, but also pleased? Was this a good thing or a bad thing? I looked at Tom. It's a good thing that he and Tom get along... the bad thing is... Is Tom afraid to tell me these things? Does he not trust me?

"Tom... I... I had no idea..."

He looked up. "Should I go pack my things or-"

"No! Tom, I'm not upset, in fact, I don't care that you two are a thing. But... Why did you hide it from me?"

"I didn't want to lose another person I cared about. I didn't know how you would r-" I cut him off by hugging him. He was silent... But then started to cry on my shoulder. It felt... Like I said, weird. Kind of shocking, actually. But I didn't care. That was the case until...

"Tom?"

"Mmm?" His face had still in my shoulder, making his voice sound muffled.

"Why are your shoulders so... boney?" He suddenly backed away. His face suddenly went pale. "I-it, I um... I... U-uh." Tom was speechless. I reached my arm out to take his blanket away, but he clung onto it. "Edd, s-stop!" He tried to take the blanket back, but failed miserably. I threw the blanket across the room and looked at Tom. He looked so... frail. No wonder why I took his blanket so easily.

"Tom... What the..."

Tom began to cry again. "I'm sorry... So sorry... Please, don't worry about me... I don't want you to worry... P-please..." The eyeless male begged. I sat there, in shock. I should almost see his rib cage through his tank top. His arms were so thin, like they would break if he tried to pick something up. His legs looked very thin, though it was hard to tell because of his baggy jeans. I had then realized how defined his face looked, especially his cheeks.

I sat there, feeling very concerned. How could I have let it get this far, and how could I not have noticed? I'm a terrible friend... I then realized I was still staring at Tom's skeletal figure. I apologized and he shrugged it off.

We sat there in silence. That was when Matt came in the room, handing Tom a few Advils. He thanked Matt and he went into the kitchen. I looked over at Tom again. "Hey Tom?"

"What?" He sighed.

"Let's pay Tord a visit."

That was the first time I've seen Tom's "eyes" light up in a long time...

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Oh my god I'm tired. Hopefully you enjoyed this, please comment giving suggestions or (maybe even a part 2 *insert Lenny Face here*)
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