• My DareDevil • Charlie Cox

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A/N everything written in Italics are thoughts inside ones head.

Claire

How infuriating was this guy he couldn't be more secretive if he tried! Even Though I saved his life from the dumpster where he would've bled out he still wont even tell me his name. I thought to myself as i got up and removed my gloves which were now covered in the mysterious guys blood.

Walking into my kitchen and flicking the kettle on to boil, I check the time. 01.43am. So much for a peaceful night to myself. I make myself a hot chocolate and I go take a seat on the sofa opposite the injured guy who was mumbling in his sleep.

I must have nodded off as i woke up to gasps coming from the other side of the room, jumping to my feet and going over to him i realised that something was wrong and it was wrong on a large scale.

"What is it, Whats wrong!"I ask as I try to do everything i can to calm him down.

"I-I c-cant b-breathe" He managed to spit out in between gasping for air.

Shit I cant have this guy dying on my sofa, how would I explain that.

I grab my stethoscope from the table and I place it against his chest walls listening to his air intake. He has reduced air intake on the right side of his chest and his lung wasn't inflating properly, everything pointing to a collapsed lung. I needed to act fast.

"You've got air in your chest, its collapsing your lung" I say to him as I reach over and grab my medical bag hauling it closer to me.

"I'm going to relieve the pressure" I say again realising that the only way of saving this guy was to put a hollow needle into the side of his chest to release the air.

"But I'm going to need you to hold still" I tell him as I hurriedly put my gloves on and pull up his top, his body arching to try and get oxygen.

His breathing was becoming more and more shallow I needed to do it now, I grab the plastic tube and yank it off uncovering the needle. I count his ribs to find where i need to insert the needle knowing it was going to hurt i needed to warn him.

"This is gonna hurt but it will be over soon" I say as I push the needle into his chest and uncover the cap, hearing the air rush out through the needle was a relief. I knew his lungs would now start to re inflate and he was out of immediate danger.

Putting my stethoscope back on I give his breathing a listen to and what I hear pleases me.

"Good, good just breathe normal" I say as his breathing returns to normal.

"Look... lets just say for the sake of discussion i buy this whole 'We cant go to the hospital story for whatever reason' story you've got going on. But we need to talk about what happens if you give up the ghost here in my living room, because I'm listening to myself try and explain this story to the police how i let this happen, and every version ends with me in handcuffs, so convince me its worth it" I say to him once he has calmed down starting to panic about if he does die.

"They kidnapped a boy" came his response

"Who did"

"The Russians, They've been running a human trafficking ring out of Hells Kitchen. Took over when the Italians folded up" He told me as i struggled to understand exactly what the hell was going on.

"Two days ago, they pulled a kid out the back of a van, beat his father whilst he watched" He told me.

"Jesus" was the only thing i could say, i was gob smacked, and how did this guy fit into all of this?