Hear Me

Headache

Clara opens her eyes to a dark hospital room. Despite the last thing she felt was pain, she feels nothing right now. She reaches her hand up to feel her head but is stopped when she realizes someone's holding her hand. It's Matt.

He turns and looks at her, "Clara!"

"Did they shave my head?"

He frowns, "what?"

Foggy shrugs, "the doctors probably have her on something."

Clara looks over at him, "when did you get here?"

"We've been here for a while," Karen says.

Clara's eyes go wide, "woah, there's a lot of people here."

Foggy laughs again, "yep, she's totally high."

"I've still got my legs, right?" Clara asks. She tries to sit up to look at her legs but Matt stops her.

"Don't get up and yes, I'm pretty sure you've got your legs."

Karen smiles, "yep, still there."

Clara nods and lays back there, "thank God. I thought they took my legs."

Foggy snorts and shakes his head while Karen holds in a smile. Matt is nothing but serious.

"Wait, did they shave my hair?" She asks again, feeling her head and bandages.

"Nope, they didn't."

--

Once the drug wore off completely, the doctor came in to inform her of her condition. He looks around at everyone in the room. "They can stay," Clara says as she sits up.

"The damage to your ankle were extensive. We put pins in the bones to keep them in position while it heals. Your knee is going to be fine but I am worried about your ankle," he hands her some paperwork, "you already had some minor damage to it."

She nods, "yeah, my ankle got crushed when a building collapsed a few years ago in the attack of New York."

The doctor hands her some papers, "you'll be on crutches with a boot on for a while and might need some physical therapy. It's important you don't walk on just the boot. That could cause the pins to break and more damage to be done to your ankle. Also, there's a few officers here to talk to you."

"You can send them in at any time. I'm sure they have questions."

The doctor nods and leaves the room. A few minutes later, Detective Lewis and Brett walk in.

"How's my favorite Detective!" Brett says, balloons in hand.

Clara smiles, "a little bruised but good as new."

"Yeah, I see that," he says sarcastically, tying the balloons to the bathroom door handle.

Lewis steps up besides her, "glad to see you're okay, Ma'am," she nods, "Officer Mahoney has a few questions about what happened..."