Thank you to op for the encouragement. I hope you like this part even more.
Matt's whole body was so tense he was afraid he would shatter with one good blow. He was pretty sure it would be a verbal blow. Foggy had never shown violent tendencies in the past. But Matt knew it would hurt anyway. And when he was in pieces on the floor, he would have to pick himself up and find somewhere to go. The thought filled him with dread.
"Do you want me to go to the clinic with you?"
"What?" Matt didn't understand.
"The longer you leave that shoulder the way it is the worse it will get. I could go with you if you don't want to go alone."
"You believe me?" Was this a joke? Was Foggy trying to lull him into a false sense of security before pulling the rug out from under him?
"Of course I believe you. Why would anyone make up such a horrible story? And you're one of the most honest and honorable people I know. You wouldn't lie, especially not about something this serious. And you hate being perceived as weak or vulnerable, so-"
Matt tried to choke back a sob. He was only partially successful.
"I'm sorry," Foggy whispered. "What do you need?"
"What?" Matt was so confused.
"Do you need me to walk you to the clinic? Would you like to stay in a hotel room tonight? Do you want me to help you file a report against-"
"You can't tell anybody!" Matt flinched at his own voice, far too loud in this place of silence.
"I won't. I would never do that without your permission."
Matt was exhausted. His body ached all over. Some places were agony, and some only discomfort, but it all felt miserable. All he wanted to do was sleep. But Foggy was right about his shoulder. "Just the shoulder. I don't want them looking at any of the rest."
"Okay," Foggy said. "It's your choice."
Matt let Foggy lead him to the clinic. He was seen faster than he had ever been before, even though he had received far more serious injuries in the past. Foggy explained that it was because a Dom was with him. His voice was angry, and it took Matt a second to realize the anger wasn't directed at him. The staff told Foggy he could go back with Matt, but Foggy said it was Matt's decision. The staff were obviously puzzled by this, and so was Matt in all honesty. What did Foggy want him to say? Matt said it was okay for Foggy to come. He was afraid of offending his only ally.
Setting the dislocated shoulder would be painful. Matt knew this even before the doctor told him. But knowing something was very different from experiencing it. Matt promised himself he wouldn't cry out, but when the bone was forced back into the joint without warning Matt yelped. Tears welled in his eyes.
"Are you okay Matty," Foggy asked softly.
Matt felt blood rush to his cheeks. This was so humiliating. Matt dropped his head, unable to summon an adequate response.
"Your Dom asked you a question," a technician said roughly.
"Don't talk to him like that," Foggy snapped. "He doesn't have to answer if he doesn't want to."
"Hey, if you want your sub to get into the habit of disrespecting you, it's no skin off my nose." There was a ripping sound. "Take this to the nurse." The technician left.
"I'm sorry Matt, I shouldn't have-"
"Is that a prescription?"
"Sort of. It says the doctor uploaded your prescription to the computer system, so take your ID to the nurse and-"
"I can do that." Matt held out his hand. "Thank you for coming with me. I'd probably still be in the waiting room if it weren't for you."
Foggy placed the paper in Matt's hand. "It's no problem." He sounded confused. "You're my friend."
Matt dropped his head again and rushed towards the nurses station. As the nurse clicked keys he spoke to Matt in a soft demure voice. "They don't mean to hurt us, not really. We just frustrate them, you know?"
"Sure," Matt whispered.
"Yours seems nice. At least he doesn't hit you in public. It's easier to save face when they only do it at home. He probably just wants you to hear him, you know. Just try to pay better attention."
"Okay," Matt whispered in an even quieter tone.
"Good luck."
"Thanks," Matt said. "You too." The second part he actually meant.
As Matt headed toward the stairway he was confused to hear a kind soft voice. "Did they have everything you need? I know a good pharmacy nearby if they were out of stock."
Matt stopped and tilted his head. "I thought you left."
There was a moment of silence. "Do you want me too?"
Matt blushed again. "I'm sorry. You've been so good to me and I'm being a bitch. You deserve better than-"
"No, absolutely fucking not." Matt was so startled he took a step back. But Foggy was on a roll and didn't seem to notice. "I deserve jack shit. This isn't about me. If I'm not helping I should leave. If you want me gone I should leave. I don't get to use your trauma to make myself feel all noble and enlightened or whatever the fuck. I am not going to add myself to the long list of people that have taken advantage of Matt Murdock. So if you want me gone I'm gone. And if you decide in ten hours or ten days or ten minutes or ten weeks or ten seconds or ten months or years or whatever fucking measurement of time you want or need my help I will be there. Because I am your friend. And my assistance comes at your convenience, not mine. So what do you need?"
Matt was dumbfounded. He had no clue how to respond. But Foggy waited patiently, even as the silence stretched on. Finally Matt managed to string together a few sentences. "I can't go back to sub housing. I'm terrified of them. But I'm so tired. I don't know what to do."
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Matt's whole body was so tense he was afraid he would shatter with one good blow. He was pretty sure it would be a verbal blow. Foggy had never shown violent tendencies in the past. But Matt knew it would hurt anyway. And when he was in pieces on the floor, he would have to pick himself up and find somewhere to go. The thought filled him with dread.
"Do you want me to go to the clinic with you?"
"What?" Matt didn't understand.
"The longer you leave that shoulder the way it is the worse it will get. I could go with you if you don't want to go alone."
"You believe me?" Was this a joke? Was Foggy trying to lull him into a false sense of security before pulling the rug out from under him?
"Of course I believe you. Why would anyone make up such a horrible story? And you're one of the most honest and honorable people I know. You wouldn't lie, especially not about something this serious. And you hate being perceived as weak or vulnerable, so-"
Matt tried to choke back a sob. He was only partially successful.
"I'm sorry," Foggy whispered. "What do you need?"
"What?" Matt was so confused.
"Do you need me to walk you to the clinic? Would you like to stay in a hotel room tonight? Do you want me to help you file a report against-"
"You can't tell anybody!" Matt flinched at his own voice, far too loud in this place of silence.
"I won't. I would never do that without your permission."
Matt was exhausted. His body ached all over. Some places were agony, and some only discomfort, but it all felt miserable. All he wanted to do was sleep. But Foggy was right about his shoulder. "Just the shoulder. I don't want them looking at any of the rest."
"Okay," Foggy said. "It's your choice."
Matt let Foggy lead him to the clinic. He was seen faster than he had ever been before, even though he had received far more serious injuries in the past. Foggy explained that it was because a Dom was with him. His voice was angry, and it took Matt a second to realize the anger wasn't directed at him. The staff told Foggy he could go back with Matt, but Foggy said it was Matt's decision. The staff were obviously puzzled by this, and so was Matt in all honesty. What did Foggy want him to say? Matt said it was okay for Foggy to come. He was afraid of offending his only ally.
Setting the dislocated shoulder would be painful. Matt knew this even before the doctor told him. But knowing something was very different from experiencing it. Matt promised himself he wouldn't cry out, but when the bone was forced back into the joint without warning Matt yelped. Tears welled in his eyes.
"Are you okay Matty," Foggy asked softly.
Matt felt blood rush to his cheeks. This was so humiliating. Matt dropped his head, unable to summon an adequate response.
"Your Dom asked you a question," a technician said roughly.
"Don't talk to him like that," Foggy snapped. "He doesn't have to answer if he doesn't want to."
"Hey, if you want your sub to get into the habit of disrespecting you, it's no skin off my nose." There was a ripping sound. "Take this to the nurse." The technician left.
"I'm sorry Matt, I shouldn't have-"
"Is that a prescription?"
"Sort of. It says the doctor uploaded your prescription to the computer system, so take your ID to the nurse and-"
"I can do that." Matt held out his hand. "Thank you for coming with me. I'd probably still be in the waiting room if it weren't for you."
Foggy placed the paper in Matt's hand. "It's no problem." He sounded confused. "You're my friend."
Matt dropped his head again and rushed towards the nurses station. As the nurse clicked keys he spoke to Matt in a soft demure voice. "They don't mean to hurt us, not really. We just frustrate them, you know?"
"Sure," Matt whispered.
"Yours seems nice. At least he doesn't hit you in public. It's easier to save face when they only do it at home. He probably just wants you to hear him, you know. Just try to pay better attention."
"Okay," Matt whispered in an even quieter tone.
"Good luck."
"Thanks," Matt said. "You too." The second part he actually meant.
As Matt headed toward the stairway he was confused to hear a kind soft voice. "Did they have everything you need? I know a good pharmacy nearby if they were out of stock."
Matt stopped and tilted his head. "I thought you left."
There was a moment of silence. "Do you want me too?"
Matt blushed again. "I'm sorry. You've been so good to me and I'm being a bitch. You deserve better than-"
"No, absolutely fucking not." Matt was so startled he took a step back. But Foggy was on a roll and didn't seem to notice. "I deserve jack shit. This isn't about me. If I'm not helping I should leave. If you want me gone I should leave. I don't get to use your trauma to make myself feel all noble and enlightened or whatever the fuck. I am not going to add myself to the long list of people that have taken advantage of Matt Murdock. So if you want me gone I'm gone. And if you decide in ten hours or ten days or ten minutes or ten weeks or ten seconds or ten months or years or whatever fucking measurement of time you want or need my help I will be there. Because I am your friend. And my assistance comes at your convenience, not mine. So what do you need?"
Matt was dumbfounded. He had no clue how to respond. But Foggy waited patiently, even as the silence stretched on. Finally Matt managed to string together a few sentences. "I can't go back to sub housing. I'm terrified of them. But I'm so tired. I don't know what to do."
"I have an idea if you'd like to hear it."
Matt nodded. "I would, thank you."