• My DareDevil • Charlie Cox

10

3 months later

Matt 

Excruciating pain was all I could feel running through my body, the adrenaline fading away. I moved my hands around trying to distinguish where I was, how did I end up here? Placing my arms behind me trying to push myself up, I soon realised that that wasn't an option and I wasn't as strong as I once thought I was.

Hearing footsteps approaching the bin I had dragged myself into to escape from the men who were searching to kill me. I lied as still as possible to avoid being noticed but it was too late as I heard a sharp intake of breath, a bag dropping to the floor and footsteps racing away from me.

I groaned out loud as I tried again to lift myself up and as I did unbearable pain shot through my body and darkness seemed to overtake my body. I didn't try to fight it off as I let myself fall into a black oblivion.

Claire

After the young boy had broke my door down, screaming my name telling me that there was an injured man in a dumpster downstairs, I didn't know what to think. We were now up in my apartment and he was lying unresponsive on couch. He was dressed in all black and had a mask which covered his eyes.. This confused me.

Pulling the mask off his head I took in his facial features, he had short stubble covering his jaw and chin and skin which was littered with small cuts and abrasions. Checking his vital signs, everything seemed normal apart from his obvious Injury's but his pupils were unresponsive when I shon a light into them. My attention was drawn to the gash in his chest, he needed urgent medical treatment and fast!

Reaching over to my phone I dialed 911 and as I pressed call a hand shot up from the man beneath me and gripped my wrist with a tight hold.

"No, no calls" the man spoke.

"It's okay! You need help, we need to get you to a hospital!" I spoke with false confidence, he needed help and I sure as hell was not going to let him bleed out on my living room floor!

"No, no they'll kill everyone" he gasped out clearly in pain with his injuries.

"Who?" I questioned.

"The men who did this" he once again gasped out.

"They'll kill everyone in the hospital to get to me".

Well damn, I was not expecting that, but I still couldn't let him leave in his condition.

I sat deliberating for a moment on what I should do when he started to roll over and try to get up.

"You really shouldn't- No don-" Did this man never listen to advice?!!

"You shouldn't be getting up, you've lost a lot of blood and I think you've been stabbed!" I almost shouted.

Again he ignored me clambering to his feet he used the wall for support.

"I have to leave" he muttered as he closed his eyes, his chest heaving up and down.

Fine if he wanted to be stubborn lets go.

"If you want to leave doors that way!" I exclaim pointing towards my front door as he currently was stumbling to my bedroom making him pause in his tracks.

Letting out a groan he turned around and headed for the door, he took a step and hit the floor. Releasing a sigh of angst I dropped to my knees and rolled his body over supporting his head as I did so. He couldn't stay on the floor. Grabbing his arms and as gently as I could I tried to pull him towards the couch but he was dead weight!

In the end I opted for rolling him over to the sofa and them pulling him up so his head was resting on the arm and his body was sprawled out across the rest. 

Pulling out my medical supplies I started to tend to his facial wounds and cleaning them up so infection didn't set in. After that I started to look at his chest wound, it was very deep and I couldn't fix this on my own. He needed surgery!!

Checking his pulse again, to make sure he was still with us his heart rate seemed okay and relaxed. That's when his eyes shot open and he started gasping for air.

"Are you going to listen to me this time?" I asked with slight sass.

"Where am I?" He spoke, his voice deep and masculine.

"You're in my apartment" I replied looking at him to see if he was going to try and get up again.

"Who are you?" He again questioned. Is this a game of 21 questions or something?

"I'm the lucky girl who pulled you out of the garbage" I told him with a slight eye roll. Men.

He lifted his arms up to touch his face making me flinch back thinking he was going to grab me again.

"You've seen my face" he stated.

"Yeah." Of course I have!! I've been helping you.

"Great" he replied. Really! Great not even a Thankyou! Two can play your game.

"Your outfit kinda sucks, by the way" I sass him.

"Yeah it's a work in progress" he groans as he pulls himself up on the sofa, placing my hands in his chest in a motion to say he shouldn't get up which is proved when he flops back down in pain.

"Okay I really wouldn't try to move too much" I tell him as he tries to regain his breath taken by the agonising pain he felt.

"You've got two or three broken ribs, probable concussion and some kind of puncture wound, and that's just the stuff I know about" I tell him trying to convince him that he really shouldn't move and he needed rest of he was determined not to go to hospital.

"And your eyes, they're non responsive to light which isn't freaking you the hell out, so either you're blind or in worse shape than I thought" I tell him warily.

"Do I have to pick one" he asks with slight humour to his voice. He's trying to joke when 15 minutes ago I wasn't sure if he was going to live or not?