I like to think of them as OUR arrows

"Fisk is dangerous, Heather. More than you know. I'm sorry you don't believe me, but it's the truth." Matt didn't need perfect senses to detect the frustration in the room directed at him. He felt frustrated in turn that he wasn't able to effectively convince the women around him that he wasn't going crazy, that it wasn't just revenge blinding him. He started to stop Heather then just let her go, tiredly easing back against the cushions. What would be the good even if she did believe him? It wasn't like she was going to approve on what he planned to do about it. It wasn't like she was willing to see Daredevil as an ally rather than a public enemy.

He quietly thanked the nurse who stitched him up again and closed his eyes, feeling the room spinning. A motion to dismiss. Why had Foggy been bent on filing one? His attention was only half on Kirsten as she reiterated that she was glad he was all right, but that they needed to have a serious conversation later. He could hear the gravity in her voice as she took her leave.

One heartbeat left. Matt's head was still tilted towards where the two other women had stood, each turning their back and leaving once having their final say.

One heartbeat left.

"I suppose you think I'm insane and dangerous, too."