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Prompt Post #3

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There's a story Foggy heard once, from a theatre major in undergrad, about an audition where -

- lawyers aren't actors, and they can reject clients, they can, this isn't even -

- about an audition where everyone had to go up on stage and recite a monologue completely abhorrent, completely anathema to their strongest held beliefs, deliver it with such passion and conviction, to -

- they assigned this to Matt on purpose.

They let Foggy sit in.

At least, he assumes he's allowed to be here. No one questions his presence and he doesn't give them a reason to. He stays very still and very quiet. Tries to look at Matt, but can't seem to tear his gaze off the floor. He kind of wishes he could cover his ears, but that would be movement, and rude, so no.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury," Matt says, to the professor and Foggy and a lot of empty chairs, "my client's actions must ultimately be viewed as merciful, and unavoidable. There was no other path, no other way forward. She could not afford the treatments, the tools, the facilities, that would have made her child's life bearable. She could not-"

Matt is almost at the end, but Foggy can't listen anymore. He's a coward and he knows it, but he just can't, he can't. Matt's voice is smooth and steady and cold, and all Foggy can hear is how hard it was shaking when they practiced this last night. He tunes it out, tries to go over some of his own assignments in his head, stops just short of actually humming.

"-only option left to her, the only thing she could still offer her child, was an end to his suffering."

The professor stands up, and Foggy finally does move - tries to get a look at him, gauge his reaction, but his face is totally neutral. Damn it.

"Thank you, Mr. Murdock. Your score will be posted by Thursday."

Matt says nothing, nods, heads for the door, and Foggy stumbles after him on legs that suddenly feel like jelly. He keeps his eyes down as he passes the professor's desk, still kind of afraid that if his presence is acknowledged in any way it's going to fuck up Matt's grade and somehow ruin his entire career, forever.

Outside, he finds his voice. "Matt, buddy-" and loses it again.

Matt looks... kind of green. He's clutching his cane so tight his hand is shaking. "I think-" he gasps, and Foggy takes his arm and, contrary to everything he knows about how he absolutely should not ever lead a blind person, drags him into the nearest bathroom, grabs his glasses and cane and pushes him into the stall, because speed seems to be the most important factor, here, and -

- and, yeah, Matt's knees barely even hit the floor before he's throwing up.

Foggy opens his mouth to say a lot of things, and says none of them. He fumbles for a moment with the glasses and the cane, gets the cane secured in the crook of his elbow and switches the glasses over to that hand, frees the other to rest on Matt's back.

Matt didn't eat lunch, or breakfast, for pretty much this reason. He keeps heaving, long after there's anything left to bring up, and Foggy remains stalwart in his Best Friend duties by not pointing out that he is now basically just crying into a toilet. Whatever works.

"Never," Matt croaks, and then sobs, "never, never, I'm never-"

"We're never," Foggy confirms, because it seems important to do.

Matt gasps for breath, tries to stand up, changes his mind. "Toilet paper," he wheezes.

Foggy hands some over and Matt wipes his mouth, stands up for real this time, flushes mostly stomach acid. His entire body is still shaking.

"I know this is gross timing," Foggy says, as he hands Matt his glasses, "but you should probably eat something."

Matt kind of looks like he might throw up again.

He doesn't. He wipes his eyes on his sleeve and puts his glasses back on, holds out one hand for his cane and promptly collapses it. "I - hands are - shaking too hard, can you-"

"Yeah, yeah, of course." Foggy takes his elbow and leads him outside, and then, because it also seems like an important thing to do, he says, "Sorry for the manhandling back there."

Matt laughs. It sounds terrible. It sounds like sandpaper. "I'll take that over throwing up in the middle of the hallway any day."

"Yeah, I was kind of banking on that. You can shove me or something if you want, though. Retribution."

"I'm good. Well. You know. Uh - can we - just, the dorm, please, I need to. Lie down, or. Something."

"Yep." Foggy is definitely not suggesting food again. Not for another hour or so, at least.

They start walking. Matt is still shaking, and Foggy is seething.

"I still say it's bullshit they gave you that case."

Matt sighs. "We both know what they would have done if I called them on it."

"I know, I know, I'm not saying there was any way out of it, I'm just saying it sucks."

"How'd I do?"

"Uh." Foggy swallows. "I don't think there's actually a good answer to that, but you. You sounded... good. Level-headed. Calm. Detached."

"I might throw up again."

Foggy looks around, tries not to panic. "Potted plant a few feet ahead, on your right."

Matt snorts. "I changed my mind."

"Good, because your other option was a drinking fountain - actually, yeah, wait. Maybe you should drink some water, buddy."

They stop. Matt drinks.

The shaking subsides, a little bit. Matt still doesn't unfold his cane. Foggy takes his arm again and they head to the dorms.

Matt lies down on his bed, and they try for about five minutes to have a normal conversation, and then Matt makes an angry, wounded noise, and rolls over on his stomach, and Foggy sits next to him and rubs his back, and they both pretend Matt's not crying, and Foggy reaffirms:

Never, ever, ever.

This was so good, and so painful, and now I feel an intense need to go beat up some professors that don't actually exist.

Honestly the most painful fic about Matt I've read so far, and I think you and I and this kinkmeme know there are some pretty fucking sad fics about Matt out there.

holy shit. um. wow. i think i'm shaking a little in sympathy.

I'm not crying, I just have something in my eye

Oh god, this hurts like hell and it's stunningly written.

Oh god, this is written so well and hurts so much ;_;

So good. This is just the way I love Foggy and Matt's friendship written too.

No, he's not crying, his eyes are just sweating like mine are now! Awesome fill, btw!

Wow. So powerful and so important.

Oh, that's so terrible........ ;_;

Poor Matt. That professor probably thinks he's doing Matt a favour or something. :-/

My favourite line ---> Matt makes an angry, wounded noise, and rolls over on his stomach, and Foggy sits next to him and rubs his back, and they both pretend Matt's not crying,

I can't even think of words to describe this because I'm crying from about six different emotions

In one word, perfect. It's perfect and painful and you're amazing and I'm honored to have had my heart ripped out by you.

Authornon

Omg. Thank you, I'm glad to return the favor since I think I felt the blood drain out of my face when I read your prompt. "That would be awfu-i'm gonna write it."

OHHHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOO.

god i know probably the least about law school but if people seriously have to do assignments like this i am GLAD i didn't decide to be a lawyer. oh my god.

foggy is such a good presence in this. matt's hurting over this and foggy's hurting that matt's hurting and GAH. SO MUCH. i actually felt a little ill while reading this myself and i am ANGRY over this FICTIONAL SITUATION so good job wrecking me anon jesus christ

Authornon

i also know probably the least about law school, i should probably have indicated that somewhere at the start of the fill

and thank you, i... also felt kind of ill while writing it, tbh. and angry at this fictional professor i created specifically to do this terrible thing.

I can't help but wonder....

... what grade did he get?

"I don't want to know. Seriously. Just - just, you look at it for me, okay? If it's below..." Matt pauses, makes an almost pained noise, and says, "If it's below a 70-"

"A 70?" Foggy practically squawks.

"A 70," Matt says firmly. "If it's below that, I'll... ask him if I can... do it again."

"Matt, if you ever get below a 70 on literally anything, I'm having you exorcised."

"I'm trying to leave a wide enough margin that I won't be able to guess. I just. I really don't want to know how capable I am of pretending to think - I don't want to know, Foggy, okay?"

"Yeah, that... I get it. Do you want to log in on my computer or-"

Matt rattles off his student ID and password so fast Foggy has to make him stop and start over. He clicks around a bit, tries desperately not to look at anything ("seriously Matt, I could steal your identity or something right now" "you really couldn't"), and finally finds what he's looking for.

It's... not a great grade, by Matt's standards. But it's not below a 70.

Foggy heaves a sigh of relief. "You're good, buddy."

Matt actually throws himself backwards onto Foggy's bed, landing with a soft whump beside him. "Oh, thank God. I think I would have puked again."

Wow

authornon

is that a good wow or a "author made a glaring mistake somewhere in this at 4 in the morning" wow

A good wow. A very very good wow.

Aw, Matt.... ;_;

OH GOD MATT

(this was really good, anon.)

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