A/N: Prompt was for EddEddy with one of them suffering a nosebleed.

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"Having difficulties, Eddy?" Double Dee doesn't look up from preparing Ed's birthday dinner, but still talks like he can see the mess that Eddy forgot he left the cabinet in this morning.

"Doin' fine, thanks," Eddy says, shifting to block the view as he searches.

"I suppose you'll soon be bringing me the skillet I requested then?"

Finally spotting the skillet in question, Eddy grins. He grabs the handle and tugs hard to free it as he declares, "I got your–"

The skillet is not as trapped as it looks. Eddy's face learns this the hard way.

Double Dee shouts, "Eddy!" and there's a flurry of movement as he scrambles for a clean rag and rushes over.

Eddy hardly notices, distracted by the blood splattered on the floor. He knows this floor. They spent a week of headaches laying this floor. This is his kitchen, his home, a safe place, but there's blood on the floor

His head spins, his ears ring and he coughs out more blood when he chokes, "D-Double Dee–"

"Eddy?" Double Dee's voice comes from far away even though he's right there, craning his neck to look at his face as he pinches the rag over Eddy's nose and leans him forward. He sucks in a breath through his teeth and hugs Eddy tight, saying, "It's okay, Eddy, breathe just like we practiced–"

Double Dee counts off the cadence, rubbing his back in time. Eddy forces himself to obey, fingers twisting in Double Dee's shirt like it's the only thing keeping him on solid ground. The ground doesn't feel very solid, though, trembling under his knees. He clings harder, closer, because at least Double Dee is solid and sure beside him.

"I'm here," Double Dee soothes into Eddy's ear. "I have you."

Eddy tells himself that's enough.