Daredevil - Matt Murdock

11

You'd been on a lot of dates, some good and others very, very bad but you'd never been stood up. Matt didn't seem the kind to stand somebody up without a serious reason. The clock ticked over to 9pm and the disappointment finally sunk in, he'd left you here in your apartment waiting for him. You'd had some pre drinks to build your confidence and yet, here you were with the tiny headache sinking in, all dressed up and no where to go.

You abruptly stood from your couch and marched to the kitchen pouring yourself a rather stiff vodka before making your way to the bathroom and running a bath, you messaged your boss letting them know you weren't going to be in in the morning and downed the double shot of vodka. You made your way to the kitchen to bring the entire bottle in the bath with you.

You thought you'd heard a bang on the roof but put it down to this neighbour hood being kind of rough and removed your clothes to get in. Your dress was kind of tight so it was being unusually stubborn as you tried to remove it.

"Stupid... fucking... thing" the alcohol in your system made this all the more of a challenge as you stumbled around the bathroom but finally the dress demon was balled up and thrown onto the floor of your bedroom. You huffed and added a vanilla scented bath bomb to the warm water and stood in your underwear waiting for the bath to fill.

You heard a loud bang on your loungeroom window and reluctantly leaned out of your bathroom doorway to see a bloody gloved hand sliding the glass open. "The fuck...." You took a single step out of the safety of the bathroom before being hit by your better judgement. Why would anyone in there right mind approach the bloody gloved person sliding the glass window pane up and open. OPEN!

You ran to the bedroom and removed the trusty baseball bat that you had for just this occasion. With it perched on your right shoulder and your grip tight you slowly took steps towards the window but stopped when Matt fell through and onto the hardwood floor, or daredevil. He was clutching at his side and groaning by the time the bat hit the floor and rolled halfway under the couch.

"Jesus Matt" You fell on your knees beside him and examined him, his arms covered in bright red blood and his face covered in cuts and bruises. You reached for the mask covering his face and pulled it off, Matt's eyes were squeezed shut most likely from the pain of falling threw the window.

"Help... stop the bleeding" he groaned out. You ran to the kitchen flustered and grabbed as many tea towels as you could carry. You slid across the hardwood on your knees to meet Matt at his side and began soaking up the blood.

"What happened" your eyes were bouncing around the injuries all over Matt's body and he groaned but laid his head back on the cool flooring.

"Muggers had knives" his body seemed to relax a lot once he realised you were going to help and he laid still clearly exhausted.

You removed the towel to find the cut wasn't actually too deep but you had to clean the wound before you got Matt patched up. "I have to take your shirt off" he nodded very weakly to the request and you slid it up halfway before he hissed in pain and you stopped. "Here, take my hand, let's sit you up" you grabbed his elbow and slowly leaned him up and onto your upright body. His arms loosely draped over your back his breathing was laboured and irregular.

Your brother was always getting into fights in high school and you're mum wasn't always home so you'd stitched him up more than once, you could do this.

You moved quickly into the kitchen again and grabbed the first aid kit. You opened it and silently cursed yourself, you'd have to update it if Matt insisted on appearing in your apartment covered in blood with lacerated wounds. "I have to get my sowing kit, I'll be right back" Matt's eyes where frantically moving all over the room, his brow furred as he tried to listen, work out what was going on around him.

The window to the loungeroom was still open and you pulled it shut before approaching him gently. Hoping to minimize some of the audible distractions. "Matt," you brushed his hair out of his face and his eyes locked onto your face, his arm grabbing yours. "I have to go get my sowing kit" you said. He nodded after a moment and you stood making your way to your bedroom.

Your heart was beating out of your chest and you pushed the door of your bathroom open fully as you burst into the room. The bathtub was still running and it had overflowed slightly soaking the bathmat. "Fuck" you mumbled to yourself before slamming the tap down, turning off the water. You pulled open the bottom drawer of your vanity and ran back to Matt with the sowing kit. When you slid back next to Matt on the floor his hand instinctively reached and held onto your leg.

"This is going to suck horribly..." You said quietly to him, stroking his arm to try and reassure him. You tipped the rubbing alcohol on the wound flushing it. You watched as Matt's entire body froze and all his muscles contracted at once. He started to shout but clenched his teeth in an attempt to silence the yell.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" the alcohol rub had to evaporate and you had an idea, you stood and grabbed the vodka from the kitchen. You leaned Matt's head up and tipped it into his mouth, he drank close to three mouthfuls before you pulled it away from his lips. "I have to stitch this up Matt..."

He nodded and growled slightly, "Thank you so much" you were slightly shocked. Did he think you wouldn't help him. He shows up beaten savagely and doesn't count on you to stitch him up, unbelievable!

You took a deep breath and then pulled the two sides of the cut close together. You slid the needle through them both and pulled the thread tight. Matt did his best to not tense his abdomen as you sowed the wound shut.

You finished stitching, and sat back on your heels. Matt's breathing was laboured and his chest was lifting up and down erratically. His hand landed on your thigh. "I can't...I'm sorry for ditching our date" you chuckled lightly, the adrenaline was crashing inside you and you were exhausted and still tipsy.

"Matt, you almost died. I think that counts as a serious reason." he very lightly chuckled before clutching his side in pain.

"We have to move you somewhere more comfortable, you have to sleep to heal." You slid your hand under his shoulder and slowly pulled his torso upright.

"You could leave me here on the floor, I'm covered in blood" Matt's face was contorted in pain and that made you consider it but you shook the thought out of your head.

"You have to be as comfortable as possible to sleep Matt, you're already going to struggle" you pull him to his feet and he stumbles into your body. You barely catch him, he defiantly weighs double you.

"You're very solid, Jesus..." he chuckled lightly again. You both moved slowly to the bedroom and you helped him sit on the side.

"This is your bed." Matt lifted his head to meet yours, catching your hand firmly as you tried to let him go.

"And this is my phone, and this is my..." you panned down to say shirt and your heart stopped. You were standing in front of him in your underwear. You were also now covered in blood.

"This is your what? Are you okay?" You nodded knowing that he both knew that you had nodded and that you were almost entirely naked.

"I'm covered in blood, I'm gonna shower. You rest!" you turned to walk into the bathroom.

Matt's voice stopped you, "I'll ruin the sheets...." he looked down at his lap and your heart almost broke, he looked so sad. You walked back over to him and put your hands on his shoulders pushing in into the bed as you spoke, "I'll buy new sheets Matt" he looked up at you and when his head hit the pillow his eyes closed. You smiled and slowly retreated to the bathroom.