The Devil of Hell's Kitchen - fem! X Matt Murdock

Part 2: Blood

CW/ mention of self harm

'Matt you're going to need a doctor.' He shook slightly,

'No, you know I can't do hospitals after—'

'I know you dont have to tell me. Im just saying you need to take a break until you heal.'

You walked into your apartment and took off his mask. Your arm was wrapped around his wait and holding his hand that was wrapped around your shoulders. You led him into your room and sat him down.

'Take all of it off.'

'All of it?'

'Matthew don't act like that, the suit.' He chuckled softly as you walked out of the room. You ran to the bathroom and grabbed everything you could; gauze, cotton balls, alcohol, bandaids, medical tape, and the stitching kit.

You ran back through the sliding door of your bedroom and set all the stuff down. He was stripped down to just his boxers,

'Jesus Matt, you really out did yourself this time. Just try to protect that pretty face of yours next time love.' He had still been sitting on the edge of the bed, he looked pale and loopy.

'You've lost a lot of blood, lay down.' He later down and you climbed to the other side of the bed sitting next to him. You ran your hands through his hair then got to work.

You started to try and get the blood off of a scratch on his forehead before he protested,

'My arm, it's stinging. He had a knife, the purse snatcher.' Your eyes traveled down to his forearm, blood running down to his fingers,

'Holy shit.' You said holding his arm gently in your hands

'Is it bad?'

'Define bad.'

You started dabbing away the blood before grabbing the stitching kit.

'Woah woah woah, do you even know how to use that?'

'Yeah, my mom was a nurse before she— that's not the point. I know how to stitch you up, I promise. Do you want to call Claire?'

'I wouldn't, I haven't talked to her in a while. She's not very happy with me since the last time she came here.'

You weaved through the cut, trying to make this as painless for him as possible. He winced once you got to the last stitch,

'I'm sorry, did I hurt you?'

'Yeah, but it's not your fault. I was trying not to make it obvious till the last stitch. How many stitches did I need?'

'5, not the best, not the worst. Now to try and salvage the rest of you.'

'Hey, this is the least of what I've been through. I'll be okay I promise. Like the—' he went to lift up his arms,

'Hey hey, no moving.'

'Sorry, the big scars on my chest. Those aren't from Catholic school, they're from me. From me doing whatever this is.'

'Yeah I figured that much, I knew for a fact those weren't from Catholic school. But I just assumed it was self-harm or something like that, and you just didn't want me to look at you different.'

'I know you wouldn't look at me differently, but thank you for not saying anything about it.'

'Of course. If you don't stay careful and rest for the next few days I swear to god Matthew. Just please for love of god, do not rip these stitches. And please, be careful. I know that Daredevil is important to you, but you need to take a few days off.'

'I know but this city needs—'

'Yeah, blah blah blah. You may be Daredevil, and fuck yeah you're doing good. But you're doing better in that office with your best friend. Foggy needs you, and I need you. I need you safe, and home. Matt please.'

'Y/n I'm sorry, I won't go out in that suit. I usually keep it in that box with all my dads stuff. Hide it somewhere else, so I'm not tempted.'

'Okay I will, and you won't step foot in that gym either. The only ass I want you to kick is legal ass. Not purse snatchers, or a punching bag.' He chuckled softly, legal ass. You were really trying now.

You finished up cleaning out his wounds and kissed his forehead. You weren't quite sure what to do, should you tell Foggy and Karen? You sighed and put the supplies away.

'Hey Matt, I'm gonna go get us some food. You down for Thai?'

'When am I not?'

'Good question, you could live off that shit.'