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👕 Blood seeps through sender's shirt from a fresh stab wound. (and if I said skeddie and it's skunk showing up at Eddie's house after a particularly nasty bar fight skunk got into what then huh what then )

with the night off eddie relaxed by making his son a nice dinner and watching a movie with him. they played some video games then chris was sent to bed, happier than he's been in a while because his father was actually home and present. don't bring him down with you, eddie. his eyes stare between the beers in his fridge and his phone that's open to his boyfriend's texts. skunk hadn't texted him back all day but he assumed he was sleeping or doing whatever the guy does whenever he's not with him. eddie's starting to get worried though and he can't move from his spot in the kitchen. he rubs between eyebrows when he gets a notification that someone is at the door. he blinks, opens the app and sees @f4mily with a blood soaked shirt coming up to his door.

the fridge door slams shut and he's already running towards the front door by the time he hears his phone shatter to the ground. he opens the door with wide, panicked eyes but he quickly goes into a work mode that he hasn't been in what feels like lifetimes. he catches him in his arms and sets him down on his door step " what the hell happened ? " his tone is stern but dripped with worry. he lifts the blood soaked shirt and grimaces at the blood, stomach uneasy at the sight. the last time he saw this much blood was when shannon was bleeding out in the middle of the road.

eddie checks skunk's pulse and his pupils, sighing heavily to himself. he takes off his own shirt to press against the wound to stop the bleeding, just moving on instinct. he needs to be stitched up though and he doesn't want to make him go to a hospital. he knows he's got the stuff to stitch him up inside, a small med bag he took with him from the station before he ran away. he hasn't had to use it yet but he knew the time would come eventually. he looks between the front door where his son is sleeping peacefully without the knowledge that one of his favorite people is bleeding out into his hands. " can you get inside without making any noise ? " he asks, probably sounding more angry than he actually is but he doesn't like this. he needs to make sure that he doesn't bleed out while also not traumatizing his child any further than he already has.

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🫦 Wipe blood from the receiver’s split lip with a rough thumb. / abbot !

a drunk patient had been harassing the women in the emergency department all day. eddie had enough after five hours into his shift and finally took matters into his own hands. he was still polite as he could manage in that moment but he told the guy to back off. it escalated pretty quick and before he could blink he was punched in the face. it didn't really hurt, it barely knocked him off balance but the shock of it leaves him unable to move for a moment. he finally snaps out of it.

first thing that he registers is that the guy is gone and second is @adflorum's rough thumb wipping the blood away from his now split slip. he intakes a sharp breath. is it from the closeness to the doctor or the pain -- eddie doesn't want to think about that right now. he spits the blood in his mouth out onto the floor. he'll clean it up later. " uh, thanks. " he pats him on the shoulder and goes to head back to work but he stumbles a bit, the floor spinning a lot more than usual, leaning against the closest thing near him, jack. " sorry uh -- little dizzy, i guess. "

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🫳 Trace fingers along the receiver’s old scars.

eddie wakes up from his nap that he didn't know he was having to fingers on his skin. it's not unusual since they moved in together but the location is a bit new. he looks down at where he was shot. one of the times, at least. " it doesn't hurt anymore. " none of his scars do, not the physical ones at least. he rolls them over, shoving his face into @ch4ined's neck and pressing kisses there.

" i can show you a cooler one. " he kisses up his jaw as he sits up, getting off the bed to put his leg up on the bed. he points to a white scar on his knee. " jumped a fence after i hotwired my mom's car because my friends and i wanted to sneak down the street to a party. the cops were after us because my mom reported the car stolen. i got caught on top of the fence. it did a number on the knee but they still didn't catch us. "

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Don’t make me beg for scraps of your attention.

eddie lets out a sigh, he pauses whatever game he was mindlessly playing and rubs his eye. " i'm sorry. i'm -- i'm not doing it on purpose, you know that right ? " he pats the cushion net to him on the couch to invite him sit with him. he blinks rapidly, eyes going big and lip sticking out into a pout. " work has been hell. more than usual. i'm used to shutting everything off and i guess i neglected you in the process. " he's teasing but he also means it. he hasn't been spending much time with @ch4ined as he would like to in the past couple of weeks.

he has been feeling a bit neglected himself but he put himself in that position. he often finds himself doing that. it's just that he has felt a dread inside of him that usually likes to anchor him to the bottom for a couple weeks. he reaches his hand out for his boyfriend to hold. " how can i make it up to you ? i'll do anything you want. "

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🧊 Hold ice against the receiver’s swollen face until it numbs. / john,

he might've gotten his ass kicked tonight but it's not like he didn't sign up for it. he stumbles into his shift, late but there's too much going on for dana to notice and get onto him about it. or for anyone to notice the shiner on his face. he turns and runs right into @adflorum. he argues that he doesn't need ice because it doesn't matter, there's already a bag of ice on his face. where did that even come from ? was it for a patient but if it was why does it look like he was leaving ? " why do -- why do you just have a bag of ice on you ? "

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let someone else do it for a change. arizona

the attending's break room is quiet except for eddie's laughter at @stilloves suggestion, " do you know me at all ? who am i going to delegate all my work to ? hunt ? kepner ? they have -- " kids. a personal life outside work. things he also has -- or trying to have. it's just not possible to take on a lighter work load right now but he also refuses to give up time with his son because of it.

he leans back in his chair. he shoves a piece of ranch covered lettuce into his mouth while people come in and out of the break room. the fork falls onto the plate as he comes up with an idea. " chris is just going to have to come here on nights i work late. i'll let him stay in there so he can play his little games. he'll probably hate it but it's good for kids to do things they hate. sets them up for real life. " he chuckles at his own joke.

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🪡 Carefully stitch the receiver's wound with steady hands. / samira !

eddie hadn't been paying attention, too many moving bodies in a short space and his forearm got cut from someone's scalpel. he doesn't realize he's bleeding until the patient is rushed up to surgery and @adflorum makes him sit down in a bed. " oh fuck. " he was running on adrenaline before this point and the pain hadn't kicked in before but now it's all he can feel.

" med students. " he grunts out like it's a curse word or a slur of some kind. he looks down at the perfectly done stitches and he checks his watch. " it looks perfect but slow down, you're doing it too fast. i still have like two hours of my shift left. " he laughs, nudging his knee with hers.