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.

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. "

" 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. "

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. "

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 ? "

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.

" 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.