cuts ✧ matt.murdock

chico

(AN: wow i never publish, do i? maybe a chapter that is a little bit longer than usual will make up for it. also, this episode is really dragging on, gee.)

I was frozen. It took me a while to react, as I didn't really know how.

"No," I repeated myself... I don't know how many times. "Nope. No to the no. No." This wasn't happening again.

I would've cursed my idiotic partner in crime for getting caught off guard, but I was too. I started cursing myself instead. "What the actual fuck Moretti."

What have I gotten myself into? This whole night was a messy disaster. I missed my bed. Couldn't I just be in bed? Fuck. I hadn't slept in a very long time, not properly anyway. It isn't insomnia if it's on purpose! I awkwardly laughed to myself. Yeah, that's wrong. Keep telling yourself that.

A fucking disaster of a night.

I mentally shut myself up as I walked down to the basement were Murdock lay- dead or alive? I didn't know. I couldn't wait to cover this one up!

My worries were practically useless, as when I reached the bottom, Murdock was absolutely fine. I went into a rampage of sorts. "Murdock, maldito idiota! Demonios! Me pegaste un buen susto!" I stomped towards him. (Murdock, you dumb fuck! Bloody hell! You scared me to death!)

"Calm down Moretti." He sighed. "Didn't know you spoke Spanish..." He focused on what he was doing.

"I am from Spain." I sighed and looked up to the heavens that lay beyond the roof. We both needed some prayers. Luckily he was a Catholic.

"Guess I am a dumb fuck then. You surprise me with new things every day." He laughed, leaving much to be desired with the latter message. "I thought you were from South America."

"Close, chico." I nodded. (Close, little boy.)

"More important matters here, Moretti." He gestured to the man lying beside him. The both of them were covered in dust from the debris. The Russian had only made his situation worse.

"Are you okay?" I walked closer towards the man in black, asking because he did fall from quite a height. I didn't expect much of an answer, though.

"I'm fine." He was lying, as I had predicted. Even in the dim light, I could see the blood dripping out of his mouth.

"Okay, whatever." I shrugged him off, as I knew how stubborn people were when they wanted to get something down. I suffered from the stubborn gene as well. "At least your little project is still alive." I motioned towards the other man, trying to find a positive. I didn't do that very often. Add pessimistic gene to the list.

"Barely." He muttered, crossing his head.

As I stepped closer, his face redefined disappointment. "This isn't your fault Murdock." I crossed my head, trying to be supportive. "Not even close."

"He lost his heartbeat before you got down here. I don't think he's gonna pull through."

"Let me take a look." I internally cursed myself, as usual when making a decision that was bound to bite back later.

"Sure, go ahead." He stepped aside, honing in on something outside. Good. He wasn't paying too much attention.

I prayed that I could pull it off without alerting Murdock to my special... gift. I kneeled beside the man who had caused me so much trouble. By 'trouble', I meant almost leaving me dead. But that wasn't my problem with him. It was what he had done to others. To Claire. I couldn't let him die. Murdock would never get over it. I wished he was heartless, like all the others, but he wasn't. He cared. Him caring was around fifty percent of my current problems, actually. Considering my two lines of 'work', that was a lot.