Focus On Me // Matt Murdock/Foggy Nelson

Focus On Me

   Foggy was a selfless man. He always put others before himself; choosing to devote his spare time to the cases he took on with no expectation of payment. He was also adept in maintaining the wellbeing of those around him, even when his own sanity was on the verge of crumbling down.

   This innate trait was also what prompted such an opposed opinion on the news of Daredevil's identity in the first place, but over time his view began to change. For Matt, Daredevil was his sanity, it was such a deeply ingrained part of his being that it was cruel to expect him to deny such an instinctual persona. It was a bizarre coping mechanism for his traumatizing childhood and what kind of best friend would Foggy be if he didn't support his decision?

It wasn't long after that that he signed up for a first-aid course. He didn't just take the standard first-aid course, - you know, the basic résumé crowd pleaser - but in typical Foggy fashion, he took the advanced, eighty hour course. For Matt.

   It was in the dingy community buildings basement that Foggy proudly received his certificate in a short and intimate graduation ceremony. Karen and Matt made sure to sit front and centre in the metal fold out chairs. Out of the dozen or so participants, Foggy, by far, received the loudest applause...and a few gracious catcalls courtesy of the finest secretary in all the Hell's Kitchen area.

   And just like any other typical community organized event, it was followed immediately by a complimentary luncheon of various supermarket meat and veggie platers. Matt got to take home the leftovers, but that was only because the able-bodied instructor felt guilty about his blindness. It didn't make any sense, but who were they to deny free food? Lord knows they could use it.

   The next step in Foggy's 'Help: My Best Friend Is A Vigilante!' handbook was to stock his apartment as if it were a tiny little hospital. Claire helped immensely with this process; she was relieved and grateful that Matt would finally have greater access to immediate medical help instead of just bleeding out in a dumpster (Foggy had learnt that that was a thing).

   Of course, Foggy was no medically trained professional but it made a world of difference to a stubborn guy in a costume with devil horns that refused to go to the hospital. Claire did - thankfully - fill Foggy in on some very Daredevil specific injuries that weren't covered in his course, such as; how to safely extract throwing stars from human flesh for when your blind idiot decides to take on a cult of highly-trained ninjas. Solution: Check if your idiot is going to live, if so, take a quick second to praise the almighty God that they can still move and smack them upside the head for almost dying. Now that was priceless knowledge.

   After all this; all the time and energy he had sacrificed, Foggy more than deserved a break.

So when Foggy does finally decide to pamper himself, he goes all out. With one extra large pizza - extra toppings - from the high-end pizzeria around the block, a six pack of locally brewed specialty beer, enough 80's action movies to last through the night and an unopened bottle of unscented bubble bath, life was good.

Oddly enough, it wasn't the pizza, Foggy was most ecstatic about, it was the bubble bath. Okay, not exactly the bubble bath itself, but what it entailed; a bath.

Currently Foggy was a VIP member in The Elite Group Of Those Who Have Never Bathed In Their Adult Life. It wasn't that he was against baths per se, he had just never got around to having one. In fact, it was the vintage claw footed bathtub that originally prompted Foggy to fall in love with his apartment all those years ago.