[One: Luke ]

“Okay-- Okay i'm here, what--?” Claire isn't prepared for the amount of blood that greets here when she steps into Matt's office, and she barely manages to keep hold of her kit as Jessica wraps a hand around her wrist to tug her in (hot and slippery, god they're all a mess.)

“Jesus guys!” She doesn't even have time to take stock of them all before zeroing in on Luke, curl up on the floor, clutching his chest, ruined shirt soaked to the point where the fabric seems almost black.

She almost starts to ask how, before a violent cough racks through him and he spits out a mouthful of bright red. Matt's crouched beside him, mask off and battered face scrunched in a look of deep concentration.

“Fix him.” Jessica's demand comes out as more of a desperate rasp, and Claire is suddenly overwhelmed by the acrid scent of smoke and burned fabric... and flesh.

“Matt?” She drops to her knees beside him, pushing at Luke until Matt moves to help her roll him to his back, he goes with a groan, eyes rolling back into his head.

“There was a bomb, Luke took the brunt of the explosion-- but the concussion of the blast must have messed up his insides, his lungs--” Matt's hand covers hers, leading her to touch the sticky but otherwise unmarred flesh over his chest, then down over his stomach. “Here too.” She almost laughs, humorlessly, who needs an x-ray when you have Matt Murdock?

“Luke, can you hear me?” She touches his cheek and his eyes crack open to squint at her, even smiles.

“Hey babe.”

“Hey yourself... How bad is it?” She flips open her medical kit, pushing through the contents, coming up with nothing that can help.

“Had worse heartburn.” He coughs again, and Matt helps him turn so he doesn't end up choking on his own blood.

“Claire!” Jessica snaps, voice pitching. She's worried, Claire knows, but it isn't helping.

“Where's Danny?”

“Danny's fine-- .”

Claire turns her head. “That's great, but I need him here.”

“He's on his way back, I sent him for water and towels.” Matt's at least keeping his calm, though part of it might be because he looks like he's barely keeping himself conscious. He lifts his chin. “He's just down the hall now.”

“Danny!” She barely gets his name out before the door flies open again, and under other circumstances it would almost be comical the way he stumbles in, singed hair sticking every-which way, face smudged dark with soot, like some mad-scientist whose experiment had backfired.

“I need you here, now.”

He drops the bags he's holding, a bottle of water bouncing out to roll across the floor. He joins her in an instant, landing on his knees beside her.

“He's bleeding internally, even if I had the supplies to operate, we all know I can't get through his skin.” Claire keeps her cool despite the rising panic in her chest. She takes Danny's hands, like Matt had done to hers, laying one over Luke's chest and the other his side.

Jessica scoffs. “What's he supposed to do? Fist him better?” Though she's silenced by a frown from Matt, and he rises to join her, resting a hand on her shoulder. It keeps her still, at least, though Claire can feel the heat of her stare from behind her.

Danny shakes his head. “I don't know if I can, I've never done this-- not like this.” His voice falters from uncertainty and she hushes him. Beneath their hands Luke arches and shakes with another violent cough, and Danny does his best to hold him down. “Okay man, I got you.”

“Danny.” Claire says again, sharper. “I know you can do this, just like before, you have to focus. Luke needs you.”

He licks his lips and nods, closing his eyes as he takes a deep breath. Then another, the golden glow of his chi burning up from his fingertips, spreading up to his wrist until every bone and vein seems to illuminate beneath his skin. The breath he releases comes with a shudder as that light travels, sinking into Luke's own skin and Claire can't help but marvel, watching as it travel through him, brilliant and pulsing until Luke's own bones seem to burn with it, his heart beating bright in his chest.

“Jesus--” Jessica gasps, moving around to sink to her knees on the other side of them, in perfect time too because Danny finally murmurs a soft “Okay... I feel it.” and Luke's left arching up with a choked sound, leaving Jessica to curse as she moves to hold him down.

“It's okay baby, just relax.” Claire pulls his head in her lap, at the very least she can keep him from cracking it against the floor, which, honestly is more dangerous for the floor (and her lap in retrospect.) Luke sinks back down, sweat beading on his forehead and eyes rolling back again.

Danny's hand slips down Luke's abdomen, light trailing with it, throbbing brighter in time with his pulse-- he sets his jaw, breath coming out harshly between his teeth. It's a long, silent minute before Luke sags completely and the light fades, leaving Danny to sit back on his heels.

No one says anything, until finally Matt lets out an audible breath. “Yeah, he's good.”

But he can't quite step up in time to stop Jessica as she rises up on her knees. “You asshole, you could have done this the entire time?”

“Jess--”

“No! He could have died and magic fingers here was holding out--” She doesn't shove Danny hard but he topples back right as Matt moves to catch him; the kid's unconscious before Matt can even lower him the rest of the way to the floor.

“Shit--” Jessica covers her mouth and scrambles over to check on him, he's pale and sweaty but breathing fine.

“What the hell was that?” There's less anger when she turns to Claire, who's still cradling Luke's head in her lap, stroking his brow and temples.

“The immortal Iron Fist, champion of K'un-Lun.” She laughs, relieved.

“You knew he could do that?”

“I hoped he could do that.” Claire corrects.

Jessica just shakes her head, shoulders sagging in defeat. “What is my life even...”

No one really needs Matt to chime in with the comment of “A weird one.” But he does anyway.