[ The relief that hits him when he realizes Steve is on his side is short-lived. Though they very well may be friends now, that doesn't rid them of the raging bull in the room. Eddie's about to protest again, because not wanting to get his face smashed to a pulp doesn't make him a pussy, okay - but Billy's fist beats him to it, hitting him in the nose and knocking him back onto the bed. ]

Ow -- what the fuck, dude?

[ Eddie cups his face with both hands as he sits up again, his head spinning from the impact. Sure enough, he can feel blood dripping from his nose, down his lips and chin. Surely it'll be enough to make a hell of a mess, or in this case, a hand print. ]

Does it say where to put it? Do I just touch the door? Fuck, you didn't have to hit me that hard!

[ His words come out a little congested, but he's not in a position to care. He whips his head around to try and spot a tissue box, something, anything to keep him from just bleeding all over the room in the process. There's nothing, so he keeps his hand cupped under his chin as he gets up to approach the door, catching the blood as it continues to fall. Then, he switches hands, pressing the bloodier one against the center of the door. ]

Here goes nothin'. Steve - can you get me - toilet paper or - something? Jesus.