Black Eyes (TomTord Eddsworld Fic)

Ch.28 Scared Meanings

(Sorry guys if the story is getting boring at all, I've just been pretty mentally an physically tired lately. All my writing inspiration is down the drain but I want to push forward and try to finish my fanfic for once. Also your stuck with Edd for awhile.)

//Edd's POV//

My eyes felt like tears were brimming them and that my eyelids could drop down over my eyes like shades to block sun. I could sleep, peacefully, dream of sweet nothingness as the heart monitor would sooth me and reassure me I am not yet dead.
I kind of wish I was dead, though.

My chest, stomach, and back were covered in bloody bandages so I could barley move that area of my body. Sitting up and hunching over was a pretty hard task that involved pain. I won't ever take that for granted again.
I whimpered softly as I reach out for the picture tile. I still couldn't stop staring at it. It was wonderful! A brilliant piece of art for a kid, and I couldn't do much better. My art was decent, while not the best.

I like to make comics at home involving me, Matt, Tom, and very rarely I'll add Tord. I used to more often before he left.

I can't help but think that we've been through so much together. Tom, Matt and I alone! It's crazy to think about, but the thoughts make me smile. At least I'll know that I'm well cared for and loved if I do die. Dying isn't the best option at the moment but if I do happen to slip into a coma or forever sleep state I'll take it with a good heart.

A small movement in my hospital room caught in the corner of my eye and it snapped me out of my thoughts as I turned to look to it. I squinted and tried to locate (THE LAMB SAUCE) where the movement went. I pouted when I didn't find it, so I tried sitting up the best I could. "Hello?" I asked to the silence that greeted me. "Is something there? Maybe a mouse.. Ew." I grimaced at my own aloud thoughts and shuffled to where my feet were danging over the floor. I brushed my toe against the marble flooring and shivered. My bed seemed softer and warmer in retrospect even though it feels as hard as a rock and hurts my back when I sleep on it.

That's not a good thing especially when you've got holes in your back and other parts of your body.

I slowly pressed my feet against the cold floor and bit my lip at it, reaching over with a whimper to grab the rolling machine where the IV was connected to. I slowly glided my feet against the floor, slightly hunch over. It hurt, but it would hurt less than sitting up straight.
I more like a turtle because I was weak as hell. I searched sloppily for whatever was in my room but I soon found nothing. I sighed heavily, shaking my head. I turned around, biting my lip as I inched my way back to my bed.

I jumped as something brushed against my foot and I heard a large clank. I yelped and slowly lost balance. I closed my eyes tight as I felt myself slip off of my heel and plummet.

My fall hurt like hell but it was warm and soft.
I thought I had fallen on something so I opened my eyes and squeaked when I saw Matt hovering over me. I finally pieced together that he was holding me up. He looked worried.

"Edd- are you okay? What are you doing out of your hospital b-" he began, but I shushed him softly as I placed a hand on his cheek and slowly smiled.

"Heh.. Hey, Matt. I've been meaning to see you..."