The Devil's Moon (Finished)

Chapter 34

                                                                                             Matt

I was at Claire's house tending to her wounds for a change.

"This isn't going to feel great," I told her as I started to clean the gash above her eyebrow.

"Ow..." She said. "You got pretty good hands for a blind guy." She told me.

"I used to patch up my dad," I told her.

"He ran around in a mask too?" She asked as she winced in pain from my touch.

"He was a boxer, she took a lot of bettings," I told her this which only a few people knew.

"Huh. So you take after him then." She replied.

I could not help but chuckle at her. I guess she was right.

"I need to put butterfly stitches," I told her as I got started.

"Ow! Shit!" She yelled out as I tried to pull her wound closed.

"I'm sorry," I told her, being sorry about more than one thing.

"It's okay. You've had a lot worse." She told me trying to make me feel better.

"I mean, I'm sorry for getting you into this. I... I never thought that I'd be putting anyone else at risk." I told her.

"It was my choice. You didn't ask me to pull you out of that dumpster." She said trying to make me feel like this was not all my fault.

"No, you didn't because of youre a good person. And you almost got killed...because of me." I told her as I started feeling more and more guilty by the second.

"Tell me it was worth it. Tell me that you've got a plan... an end game." She said still trying to be brave.

"Claire..." I said to her not wanting to admit I had no plan.

"Anything?" She asked obviously being able to tell from my face that I had nothing.

"I'm just trying to make my city a better place, that's all," I told her.

She sighed in response to what I told her.

"I think maybe it's a little more complicated than that now." She told me.

"Nothings changing out there. No matter what I do, I'm just...I'm making things worse." I admitted.

"Tell that to the boy you saved from the Russians. Or all the other people you've helped." She said, still trying to defend my actions.

"And what about the people I've gotten hurt? What do I...what do I tell them?" I asked her, my voice cracking a little.

"Feel my heart." She said to me. "Come on, feel it?" She said as she placed my hand over her heart. "What is it telling you?" She asked me.

"That you're scared," I answered her.

"Because I am. More then I've ever been in my life. And I'm not alone. But you can do something about it...for all of us, Matt." She told me and I wanted to believe her, I really did.