• My DareDevil • Charlie Cox

11

Matt

"Do you mind telling me how a blind man in a mask ends up half beaten to death in my  dumpster" The lucky lady who found me asks as i lay there writhing in pain on the couch, they really did a number on me.

"The less you know about me the better" I tell her already anxious as she's seen my face. 

Hearing her huff in what sounded like annoyance she reached for my shirt and lifted it.

"The wound on your side, Knife?" she asks whilst examining it.

"Probably, it hurts like it" i respond, only to hear her heartbeat increase, Good! If i could make her fear me maybe she might let me leave.  

"Well i think I've got the bleeding stopped, but i cant tell how bad it is internally without a full set of X-rays, so-" i cut her off already knowing what she was going to suggest.

"No, no hospitals" I state, my tone final.

"This is my night off" She tells me with obvious sass lacing her tone.

"Im really not looking for some guy to die on my couch" This shocked me, what was her job? An obvious answer struck me remembering our conversation.

"Are you a doctor?" I ask almost already knowing the answer.

"Something like that" was the response I got from her as I hear her peel off the gloves that have been protecting her hands from the obvious blood I must've had all over my body next to my knife wound. I was not accepting that as her answer I want to know why she never called the cops.

"Most people they find a bleeding masked man in the garbage, they call the police" I say to her with an accusing tone in my voice.

"You got a lot of experience in this area?" She sasses me back with. Quit the messing around i needed answers and I needed them now.

"Why are you helping me" I spit out aggravated by her answer's.

"The less you know about me the better" She responds with a teasing tone. This made me chuckle as shes copied what I said to her earlier. I soon regret it as pain racks through my chest leaving me breathless. 

"You got a name at least" I ask after regaining my breath.

Hearing her sigh in defeat knowing I wasn't going to give up until I knew her name.

"Claire, don't suppose that I get to know yours" she fires back with but I kept tight lipped, I couldn't tell her she was already in massive danger. Here I was laying in her apartment and the men who did this were probably on their way to kill us both.

"Alright then ill call you Mike" she says after realising I'm not going to be telling her who I really am.

"Mike?" I question, what a random name.

"Yeah Mike, a guy i used to date. Turns out he was very good at keeping secrets too" This struck me, she had obviously been through a rough time, i reached out blindly trying to find her hand and when i did i gave it a little squeeze.

"Thank you Claire" I say in a tone where it couldn't be misconstrued.

"Rest. Make sure you're stabilised. We will figure the other stuff out later" She tells me probably realising how weak I looked as I struggled to stay awake.

Hearing her get up and move across the room from me i guess i could trust her, she hadn't called the police yet and she was trying to help me.

I close my eyes and let the sleep I so desperately needed take over me.

It wasn't a rest filled sleep as I so desperately needed, nightmares haunted my dreams of when I woke up in the hospital bed as a young kid. My eyes burning and irritating, lifting my hand up and realising they were covered in material I became distressed clawing at the cloth to get to my eyes.

"I cant see" I was shouting out repeatedly panicking about the situation.

"Matty, Matty, Its me" I hear a voice say as hands take mine away from my face preventing me from getting at the burning.

"Its Dad, I'm right here" The voice spoke again trying to calm me down.

"I-I-I cant see" I stutter out feeling my heart race inside my chest.

"You were in an accident, You remember?" Dad spoke to me as I grew even more panicked.

"You're in the hospital, but I'm right here with you" I hear him say to me but i couldn't focus, everything was so loud.

"Everything is so loud" I sobbed out overwhelmed still fighting him to free my hands

"Its Daddy. Here, feel my face" He spoke to me lifting my hands to cup his face, running my fingers across his cheeks as he told me repeatedly he was here everything slowly fading to black.