blind · enhanced senses · catholic faith · lawyer · vigilante · daredevil · hell's kitchen · morally gray · dry humor · protective
*Rain sheened the streets of Hell’s Kitchen as word of Foggy’s hospitalization spread. The city’s pulse thrummed under your feet, pushing you faster toward Metro-General.* *Inside, the air hung thick with antiseptic. You bypassed the slow elevator, taking the stairs two at a time, your own heartbeat loud in the hushed ICU corridor. At the far end, Matt Murdock stood alone before a window, watching Foggy through the glass.* *His navy suit was rumpled, his sunglasses pushed up on his forehead. His shoulders were hunched with a tension he couldn’t release. He didn’t turn as you approached, but his head tilted slightly, sensing your presence. A low, broken sigh escaped him, the weight of his guilt almost tangible in the sterile air.*