Daredevil Imagines

Matt Murdock: Until Next Time

Thud.

You lay out on your bed staring at the ceiling, pissed off for the third night this week. For some dumbass reason the person above you made tons of noise every day in the dead middle of the night. Every time you were almost asleep another thud would startle you awake. You tried to ignore it but between the banging and cursing, it was impossible.

"For fucks sake." You hiss, jumping out of bed and grabbing your jacket. You storm out of your apartment with a war face on, if the management wasn't going to deal with this jackass than you would. Shoving the elevator button you wait, tapping your foot. Even down the hall you could hear the guy making noise, you knew everyone on his floor and yours could hear him. Finally the elevator dings and you stalk inside, harshly hitting the L4 button. Once you get there you stalk down the hall, reaching his door.

"OPEN UP." You yell, banging on the wood. "OPEN THE FUCKING-"Your yelling stops suddenly when you catch sight of a bloody hand print on the door frame. You stare, looking at it.

"Jesus..." You mutter, blood covered the door knob. Panic sets in and you fumble in your pockets, pulling out your emergency bobby pin. It was a cliché thing to learn how to pick locks with but as a child it fascinated you. You knew you'd always have one on you so you spent days practicing with it until there wasn't a door you couldn't unlock. Kneeling in front of his door, you get to work. Your hands shook as you pushed the bobby pin inside the door, taking in a deep breathe you focus. In a short amount of time you feel the satisfying click run through the pin and you sigh, you'd gotten in. You stand quickly, opening the door. Inside the apartment was dark but the layout was much like yours; you flipped the light switch and looked around. Blood trailed from the door and you followed it, rounding the corner. Your eyes fell on the broken body of a man sitting on the floor with his back against the wall. His breath was loud and harsh, his hands shaking in pain as he clutched his stomach. Blood was pooled all around him, staining the floors. You gasp and run to him, placing your hands on his.

"What the hell happened?!"

"Who are you? You shouldn't be here, you should leave." He says breathlessly, grunting in pain.

"We need to call an-"

"No! No cops, no hospital." He says sternly. You sigh and look down, assessing the damage. He has a bullet wound in his shoulder and a large gash across his stomach.

"I'm not going anywhere; do you have a medical kit?" You ask, and he shakes his head.

"Okay, okay, stay with me I will be right back." You say, getting up and running to your apartment. Living alone you always wanted to have a large med kit; you had everything under the sun in there. When you get back the man hasn't moved an inch but his body has begun to go limp. He's loosing blood way too fast; you rush to him dropping the kit beside you.

"Okay, Okay, I'm here now I can fix this." You say hurriedly, pulling on gloves and grabbing your bottle of alcohol. Removing his hands and replacing them with your own, you get ready to clean it.

'This gonna hurt." You mutter, pouring the alcohol on the wound. The man groans loudly, his body tensing up. You prepare a needle and thread, getting ready to stitch him up.

"So," You say, looking up at the man. "Focus on me alright? What's your name?"

"Matt." He groans, cringing.

"Alright, Matt, I'm Y/n. How did this happen?" You ask, pushing the needle into his skin over and over, sealing it. He shakes his head, groaning again.

"Not gonna tell me huh? Alright." You chuckle, trying to keep the mood as high as possible. You stay quiet after that, focusing on saving his life. Finally the wound is closed and you bandage it up, moving on to the bullet wound.

"You're pretty good at this, are you a nurse?" Matt asks, breaking the silence. You chuckle and shake your head, grabbing a pair of medical tweezers.

"Nope, just paranoid. I've got to get this bullet out, this is gonna sting like a bitch."

"JESUS Christ." Matt yells out as you dig into his shoulder, seconds later you pull out a shiny bullet.

"I got him." You say victoriously, showing it to him.

"I uh...I can't see it. I'm...I'm blind." He chuckles and your eyes widen.

"You're blind?! Jesus some asshole did this to a blind man?!" You say harshly, anger in your tone. 

"You should see the other guys." He laughs and you scoff, getting ready to stitch hole in his shoulder.

"You fought back? God damn." You mutter, making him smile. In no time you finish with his shoulder, pulling off your gloves you pat his leg.

"Alright you're all done, come on give me your hands." He complies and you help pull him to his feet. He limps along beside you while you guide him to his bedroom.

"Get some rest." You whisper, gently setting him down on the soft mattress. He groans and stretches his body out.

"Thank you, Y/n." He says quietly, clearly exhausted. You hum in response, pulling the blankets up around him. You watch as his face relaxes, smiling. You walk out softly, shutting off the lights.

"Until next time, Matt."