He could feel that change in Kate's heart, just as his own was pounding in his chest. Matt licked his lips, his brow creased in that knitted way that it did when he was intently focusing on something. On Kate. He knew her smell, and he let it wash through him to wipe away some of the hospital scents that were making him nauseous. He felt her soft edges and contours of her face that eased a little of the brittleness he felt inside. It was peaceful. For a moment.
Matt couldn't tell that the lights went out, but he could hear how all the machines stopped. How the steady cadence of the generators even didn't work, and instead, the hospital was filled with screams and chaos. The city outside shouted, alive in a new and panicked way. Matt's eyes widened in mirroring as the sounds overwhelmed his drugged body. "I can't - Kate, I can't -" His back arched painfully off the bed and he grasped at her in terror as he fought to control senses that his exhausted, spent, addled body couldn't handle. "There's so much noise, I can't..."
Click.
He knew that sound. Not where it was from, but he knew it.
Matt had managed to struggle into a sitting position without realizing it, clinging to Kate's shoulders in a tight grip. The look of agony and terror on his face became more focused and controlled because through the chaos Matt had been trained no matter what to pick up on those danger signals. Guns. Fire. Grenades. The city was erupting in chaos. There was a gun somewhere. Close. Here? Fuck, he couldn't pick it exactly. Someone in the hospital was walking with a weapon but Matt couldn't place where precisely.
"Kate, someone's here. Someone's coming. We have to get out." This couldn't be a coincidence. If the city was shut down, Matt knew the two who were likely at the top of Fisk's hit list. "If they find an empty room, they'll abort. Maybe." Hopefully.
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It only lasted a moment.
He could feel that change in Kate's heart, just as his own was pounding in his chest. Matt licked his lips, his brow creased in that knitted way that it did when he was intently focusing on something. On Kate. He knew her smell, and he let it wash through him to wipe away some of the hospital scents that were making him nauseous. He felt her soft edges and contours of her face that eased a little of the brittleness he felt inside. It was peaceful. For a moment.
Matt couldn't tell that the lights went out, but he could hear how all the machines stopped. How the steady cadence of the generators even didn't work, and instead, the hospital was filled with screams and chaos. The city outside shouted, alive in a new and panicked way. Matt's eyes widened in mirroring as the sounds overwhelmed his drugged body. "I can't - Kate, I can't -" His back arched painfully off the bed and he grasped at her in terror as he fought to control senses that his exhausted, spent, addled body couldn't handle. "There's so much noise, I can't..."
Click.
He knew that sound. Not where it was from, but he knew it.
Matt had managed to struggle into a sitting position without realizing it, clinging to Kate's shoulders in a tight grip. The look of agony and terror on his face became more focused and controlled because through the chaos Matt had been trained no matter what to pick up on those danger signals. Guns. Fire. Grenades. The city was erupting in chaos. There was a gun somewhere. Close. Here? Fuck, he couldn't pick it exactly. Someone in the hospital was walking with a weapon but Matt couldn't place where precisely.
"Kate, someone's here. Someone's coming. We have to get out." This couldn't be a coincidence. If the city was shut down, Matt knew the two who were likely at the top of Fisk's hit list. "If they find an empty room, they'll abort. Maybe." Hopefully.