It shouldn't have happened.
Matt shouldn't fucking be in the ICU, his life hanging by a thread. A very fine thread.
It wasn't even because of Daredevil, and Foggy is irrationally angry about it. His best friend goes out every night with a mask to beat dangerous men up, Foggy fought with him about it not being safe, and of course Matt managed to almost die for something completely unrelated.
Well, maybe not completely. He still did it to save a life—just in the light of day this time.
It all happened so fast. Foggy barely noticed the ball rolling onto the road, didn't see the kid running after it until it was too late. He froze, unable to do anything that wasn't waiting for the tragedy or some miracle.
Matt didn't.
He jumped into the road, using his ninja reflexes to push the kid out of the way of the incoming truck. But he wasn't so lucky to avoid it as well.
His best friend once more proved to be a hero, and all he got in exchange was being hit by a truck—again.
So now Matt's fighting for his life in a hospital bed, and all Foggy can do is pray Matt's God to not let him die.
He's never been much of a believer, not like Matt, but Matt can't pray now. Foggy will just have to do it for him.
Please, God. Please save Matt. Please let him be okay, because... The city needs him, Foggy thinks, but that’s not why he's praying for the first time in ten years. I need him.
Foggy keeps his eyes closed and his hands joined, and doesn't let himself think of anything that's not a desperate prayer for his best friend.