It felt almost safe, stepping in behind Kirsten. "Jack is fine. Everything - It was all a little chaotic, but nobody else got seriously hurt as they were evacuated."
The screams. It was all too loud, waves of terrorized people swarming towards every exit. And then there was Heather and Kate, down on the floor, helpless as they begged for time to stop and wait for Matt, to give him a chance.
"Hey." It was soft, almost shy, the way Kate called him out as Matt tried to sit upright while his body was still clearly protesting. But Matt continued with the little strenght he had, as always. No matter how beaten, he always keeps going. There was something far more urgent, the need to share what we knew and get more answers. Finally, he dropped it: Matt finally knew who ordered the hit on Foggy.
It squeezed at Kate's heart painfully. Something they had waited for too long almost revived the feelings of that night, of the call. Foggy's body felt cold again and all because of that one woman. "Why? How did you--?" Kate's voice grew louder, more confident, not caring about the consequences of anything of what had happened in that room the last few minutes.
"Matt!" Calm as collected as Kirsten normally was, there was an gravity in her voice as she placed her hands on his chest, trying to still him. Kate was drawn out of her pain as she noticed how he had messed his stitches. "I'm getting a nurse," Kate announced and without hesitation, almost leaped out of the room.
The hallways felt oddly empty even though she knew how busy the place was. Rushing thorugh every step, by the time she found a nurse on her way to her station and she guided her back to the room, the conversation had shifted into a whispered argument.
"... They were celebrating an early win, but I think it was just bluster," Kirsten tried to explain to Matt. Kate wished she could ask for context, if this could somehow clarify what Matt had fount ouf about Vanessa Fisk.
"You realize they were the ones getting shot at?" It was exasperated, the tone in which Heather seemed to be trying to bring back Matt to her reality.
Luckilly for Matt, the nurse shushed him and granted him escape from that rhetorical question. Instead, she called him out for having tried to sit up as so soon and undid his gown to explore the freshly open wound. Calling on backup for her colleagues to bring up supplies, he was soon being patched up.
The silence in the room was only interrupted by Heather's frustrated sighs. Could anyone blame her? Kate herself wanted to smack Matt for having risked his life for Fisk, of all people. Kirsten rubbed her shoulders and, almost as if she was being naughty by interuptig the silence, she asked in whispers if Kate needed to call someone. If she needed a ride later. Kate thanked her as the nurses finally chastised Matt one last time and left the room.
Heather lingered by his side, but seemed reluctant to touch him. Did anyone in there not feel the temptation to strangle the man? "I think it's better I come back once you've had some rest," she stated, leaning in for a cold kiss to his cheek. "We all should," she added as she avoided looks and gathered her things. With her gaze down and a firm step, Kate watched her march out of the room.
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The screams. It was all too loud, waves of terrorized people swarming towards every exit. And then there was Heather and Kate, down on the floor, helpless as they begged for time to stop and wait for Matt, to give him a chance.
"Hey." It was soft, almost shy, the way Kate called him out as Matt tried to sit upright while his body was still clearly protesting. But Matt continued with the little strenght he had, as always. No matter how beaten, he always keeps going. There was something far more urgent, the need to share what we knew and get more answers. Finally, he dropped it: Matt finally knew who ordered the hit on Foggy.
It squeezed at Kate's heart painfully. Something they had waited for too long almost revived the feelings of that night, of the call. Foggy's body felt cold again and all because of that one woman. "Why? How did you--?" Kate's voice grew louder, more confident, not caring about the consequences of anything of what had happened in that room the last few minutes.
"Matt!" Calm as collected as Kirsten normally was, there was an gravity in her voice as she placed her hands on his chest, trying to still him. Kate was drawn out of her pain as she noticed how he had messed his stitches. "I'm getting a nurse," Kate announced and without hesitation, almost leaped out of the room.
The hallways felt oddly empty even though she knew how busy the place was. Rushing thorugh every step, by the time she found a nurse on her way to her station and she guided her back to the room, the conversation had shifted into a whispered argument.
"... They were celebrating an early win, but I think it was just bluster," Kirsten tried to explain to Matt. Kate wished she could ask for context, if this could somehow clarify what Matt had fount ouf about Vanessa Fisk.
"You realize they were the ones getting shot at?" It was exasperated, the tone in which Heather seemed to be trying to bring back Matt to her reality.
Luckilly for Matt, the nurse shushed him and granted him escape from that rhetorical question. Instead, she called him out for having tried to sit up as so soon and undid his gown to explore the freshly open wound. Calling on backup for her colleagues to bring up supplies, he was soon being patched up.
The silence in the room was only interrupted by Heather's frustrated sighs. Could anyone blame her? Kate herself wanted to smack Matt for having risked his life for Fisk, of all people. Kirsten rubbed her shoulders and, almost as if she was being naughty by interuptig the silence, she asked in whispers if Kate needed to call someone. If she needed a ride later. Kate thanked her as the nurses finally chastised Matt one last time and left the room.
Heather lingered by his side, but seemed reluctant to touch him. Did anyone in there not feel the temptation to strangle the man? "I think it's better I come back once you've had some rest," she stated, leaning in for a cold kiss to his cheek. "We all should," she added as she avoided looks and gathered her things. With her gaze down and a firm step, Kate watched her march out of the room.