It was a shock, drawing Kate right out of the moment but only with the mild surprise of someone who goes through a daily inconvenience. "The power went out," she comments to the total darkness in the room, vaguelly noticing the distant sounds that raised in the building. Honestly, the silence that followed was more impressing after you got used to the sound of the machines attached to Matt.
But it's him who truly shocks her. She notices how suddenly his breathing becomes agitated, his hands reaching for her in a different way, clawing at the silks of her dress before he found a proper hold.
"Matt? Are you --?" What's wrong with him?
There's so much noise.
"Calm down. It's probably the drugs, right?"
It's probably what started that little moment they just shared. Had she abused his trust in that moment of weakness? Would Matt in his full sense allow Kate to cross that line when he has a girlfriend that, despite of everything that is going on, he loves and respects?
Now, she is the one that is blind, her hands using his arms as guides until she is the one able to touch his face. Her palms cover his ears clumsily, unsure if that could bring any help at all at quieting down a world so overwhelming. She can only hope it'll help him focus for a moment. "Matt, try to breath, okay? This will last nothing, hospitals have their own power generators. Take a breath and I'll talk to the nurse about lowering the drugs, okay? I'm here with you. I'm--"
He was still panicking, his tighter grip on her shoulders making Kate wince. But experience had taught her to never take his words lightly.
"Are you --? But why would they put a hit on you? You saved his life, shouldn't he..?" It's Fisk they're talking about. And Matt had outted himself to his wife, letting her know that he knew.
Vanessa Fisk had indeed got Foggy dead then. Matt's lead had to be right.
Easing his hands off her shoulders, the sleeves of her dress got a little tangled on him as Kate slid off his bed. "I love this dress, but fuck I should have chosen something more practical." With a tug to the bracelets they were attached to, the silks now fell to her sides, his dry blood now brown marks that interrupted the watery green of the fabric like one of those stories in his Bible, where blood interrupts the clear water of a calm river.
"Okay, let me get my shit, you put on your shoes, I'm getting you out of here." She could call an Uber, Cherry, Pete, anyone for help. But she needed her phone at the very least.
And she needed to check if Matt could walk.
"Take off the tubes and everything you have attached to you, I can't see anything right now." And so she stumbled in the direction of the chairs, aware of where she'd find her clutch. "You're gonna have to be my eyes now. For a change."
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It was a shock, drawing Kate right out of the moment but only with the mild surprise of someone who goes through a daily inconvenience. "The power went out," she comments to the total darkness in the room, vaguelly noticing the distant sounds that raised in the building. Honestly, the silence that followed was more impressing after you got used to the sound of the machines attached to Matt.
But it's him who truly shocks her. She notices how suddenly his breathing becomes agitated, his hands reaching for her in a different way, clawing at the silks of her dress before he found a proper hold.
"Matt? Are you --?" What's wrong with him?
There's so much noise.
"Calm down. It's probably the drugs, right?"
It's probably what started that little moment they just shared. Had she abused his trust in that moment of weakness? Would Matt in his full sense allow Kate to cross that line when he has a girlfriend that, despite of everything that is going on, he loves and respects?
Now, she is the one that is blind, her hands using his arms as guides until she is the one able to touch his face. Her palms cover his ears clumsily, unsure if that could bring any help at all at quieting down a world so overwhelming. She can only hope it'll help him focus for a moment. "Matt, try to breath, okay? This will last nothing, hospitals have their own power generators. Take a breath and I'll talk to the nurse about lowering the drugs, okay? I'm here with you. I'm--"
He was still panicking, his tighter grip on her shoulders making Kate wince. But experience had taught her to never take his words lightly.
"Are you --? But why would they put a hit on you? You saved his life, shouldn't he..?" It's Fisk they're talking about. And Matt had outted himself to his wife, letting her know that he knew.
Vanessa Fisk had indeed got Foggy dead then. Matt's lead had to be right.
Easing his hands off her shoulders, the sleeves of her dress got a little tangled on him as Kate slid off his bed. "I love this dress, but fuck I should have chosen something more practical." With a tug to the bracelets they were attached to, the silks now fell to her sides, his dry blood now brown marks that interrupted the watery green of the fabric like one of those stories in his Bible, where blood interrupts the clear water of a calm river.
"Okay, let me get my shit, you put on your shoes, I'm getting you out of here." She could call an Uber, Cherry, Pete, anyone for help. But she needed her phone at the very least.
And she needed to check if Matt could walk.
"Take off the tubes and everything you have attached to you, I can't see anything right now." And so she stumbled in the direction of the chairs, aware of where she'd find her clutch. "You're gonna have to be my eyes now. For a change."