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Things go a little pear-shaped after that. Despite all their assurances to the contrary, Matt and Foggy can’t convince her panicked mind that she isn’t running out of air. One of them starts rubbing her back while the other takes the washcloth at her neck and uses it to wipe her mouth and chin clean. She feels disgusting on so many levels, with sour breath and snot running down her nose and curled up here on the floor like a child, not like an adult who can actually deal with reality. Other people have had worse, other people have done worse, what did she expect, that things were going to be sunshine and daisies just because they locked Fisk away, that she’d just be able to pretend everything was normal?

She loses time, she thinks, because everything is a ball of misery and that little part of herself she's trying to hold onto apparently throws up its hands and storms out for a drink. She's suddenly, violently aware of being completely alone in her body, disconnected from Matt and Foggy even though they're both touching and talking to her. She grabs a hand - she doesn't know whose and she doesn't care - and clings on as tightly as she can.

All Karen can sob out, over and over, is, "It's my fault. It's my fault."

She realizes, belatedly, how odd this must look to anyone unlucky enough to walk in their door. Two grown men sitting on the floor, one of whom is coaxing her up into his lap, and her, a grown woman crying her eyes out like the world is actually ending. It's a terrible feedback loop, the shame building on the anxiety and the anxiety fueling the panic. "Should've stayed home," she says miserably as she sits up and struggles for a decent breath. There's a tissue at her face and she takes it with trembling fingers.

"I'm really, really glad you didn't," Foggy tells her. His face swims into focus and he looks so worried as he watches her. "Would've been awful to deal with this on your own."

"Not my first." She takes a shuddering breath and blows her nose, feeling gross. But the deep breath helped and she takes another.

"Yeah, I figured. I'm sorry, buddy."

"No, I'm sorry, this is totally unprofessional, and-" She hiccoughs and fresh tears hit her eyes. "I'm sorry."

Matt just shakes his head and presses a kiss to her hair. "Let's worry about professionalism after we get you through this, okay?"

She lets Matt draw her close so she can feel his chest expand and contract with each breath. Karen closes her eyes and wraps her arms around him tightly. And then there are arms around her, with Foggy pressing into her back so she can feel his breathing, too.

"Everyone take a deep breath," Foggy suggests, and together the three of them do. Karen's is shaky and aches in the bottom of her lungs, but she's still breathing in tandem with them. Foggy's chin is on her shoulder and Matt's face is still somewhere around her hairline. They walk her through one lungful of air after another and somehow, even though she's partially squished between the two of them, she finally finds room to breathe.

"There we go," Matt says softly when she manages her first full breath since the attack started. "There's our girl."

She still feels a little sick to her stomach and her body feels exhausted and not quite hers, and she's still not totally convinced she's not about to die, but the air's back in the room and the passage of time at least seems not to be fucking with her.

"Sorry." Her voice small and muffled by Matt's shirt.

"Eh, we've seen worse," Foggy says, and there's a quick kiss to her neck. "I ever tell you about the time I puked on Matt's shoes at school?"

Matt's laugh is a gentle rumble beneath her cheek. "You were such a mess back then."

"I was a complete mess. I'd get all worked up about papers and just like, shut down, you know? Not work on them and totally bullshit the discussions in class, until literally the last week when suddenly reality came crashing back in and I got so fucking anxious-"

"Those were the only nice shoes I had," Matt says with a heavy sigh.

"All over his shoes, all over the floor, and then I curled up under my bed for good measure. Do you think this is funny, is that why you're smiling? C'mon, I know I saw a smile."

Karen's breath still catches every so often but she is smiling now and the tears are beginning to dry. "Hard to imagine you guys back in school."

"Matt was adorable and I was a mess. Hey, not to be a buzzkill but this position is kinda cramping my back. Can we do something else?”

Which is how the three of them end up spooning on the floor of their office, Karen still pressed between the other two and listening to them breathe. This time she’s got her face buried in Foggy’s jacket while he soothingly rubs her back, telling her more stories about throwing up on Matt’s stuff (which was apparently a semi-common occurrence during finals week) and trying to tease out more smiles. And she can’t help herself but to grin a little because Foggy’s so happy and relieved when she does, like the only thing that matters in the world is getting her to feel better no matter how many embarrassing life stories he has to share. Matt is pressed up against her back, fingers twined with hers as they both wrap an arm around Foggy.

“We definitely need to invest in an office futon,” Foggy declares. “Or just carpet the whole place with that memory foam mattress stuff.”

“How about we just stash some pillows and blankets in the closet instead?” Matt asks with a smile.

“Oh sure, shut down my hopes and dreams Murdock. Karen’ll back me up, right?”

Karen shifts and the other two shift with her, keeping her warm and supported. Safe. “You don’t have to - to do all that, Matt, I’m fine. This won’t happen again.”

There’s a brief moment of confusion when Matt and Foggy both go to stroke her hair at the same time. They link fingers and gently cushion her head against the floor instead. “It’s okay if it does. I’d rather you were taken care of than not.”

Foggy nods emphatically in agreement with Matt. “We could all probably use like... regular Friday morning cuddle puddles anyway. Good for workplace morale.”

“Thanks,” she says, and her eyes aren’t watering with panic this time. “I’d kiss you, but uh…”

“Karen, I would totally kiss you back if you did because that’s how much I love you.”

She gets a peppering of kisses on her neck and ears and cheeks, with overexaggerated smooching noises until she’s laughing, for real this time, and finally relaxes. She feels like shit though, strung out and dehydrated and in dire need of a shower and some Listerine. “I think I need to take the rest of the day. I just want to go home and sleep.”

“I’ll come with you,” Matt immediately volunteers.

“Me too. Who wants to work on a Friday anyway?” When Karen starts to protest that she’s fine, Foggy pulls back and gives her a look. “You know you’re in love with the two most stubborn guys in Hell’s Kitchen, right? We’ll all go home, hop in a real bed, order ridiculously greasy takeout and narrate cartoons to Matt.”

“I like cartoons,” Matt says with a grin.

Karen wipes her eyes and smiles.

….

They fuss over her more than is probably necessary but she lets them - partially because they both seemed so worried about her before, and partially because it just feels good. She scrubs herself clean in the shower while Foggy perches on the bathroom counter cracking jokes and Matt orders them all pizza. Karen brushes her teeth and finally slips into her robe to fall into bed, absolutely exhausted.

“I love you,” Matt says quietly, after the pizza’s been dealt with and Foggy drifted off to sleep beside them. “We both do. And no matter what it is, we’ll always be here for you.”

Karen finds his hand under the covers and rests her head on his shoulder. He doesn’t ask her about what she said earlier, about it all being her fault, and she doesn’t explain. Not yet, anyway. But she thinks he understands and that Foggy would too, if he weren’t curled up and snoring like her bed was the most natural place in the world for him to be.

She loves them for that, more than she’ll ever be able to say.

“I know you will,” she says quietly, and in the dark of the room she finally closes her eyes.

sweetest fill ever

incredibly sweet and well written, i love this SO so much! thank you for sharing :))

wonderful : )

This is so wonderful. I just can not get enough of Matt/Foggy/Karen hurt/comfort, and this one was so well written! Karen's panic was so visceral.

Oh, this is lovely.

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