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[personal profile] fightlikehell 2019-12-05 06:17 am (UTC)(link)
[The chain of events in not even a whole half hour are miraculous. Matt didn't expect to be discovered, let alone discovered by someone he knew. And now after healed to such a degree that he never knew possible. Questions come to mind. While Danny is breathing as well as he can considering what manner of effort he exerted, he is out cold in the next moment.

Their fingers are still clasped together. Matt squeezes again. he doesn't expect a response. The world will know if Danny is or isn't around. The world doesn't let a billionaire disappear twice.]


It can wait.

[To himself, to Danny though he knows well there won't be a reply. Tires approach and gravel crunches. He tenses though finds there isn't a reason to. The voice he only half recognizes. A friend of Danny's. Oh God, what did you do this time? is her muttered response as she steps out and discovers not one, but two rumpled heroes.]
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[personal profile] fightlikehell 2019-12-05 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
[Matt is awake enough to know that she is a friend. He tries his best to walk though he's not there or at least the healing hasn't rebound him into strength. Movement makes the energy hum. Has it always been like that and he's never been aware? At any rate slumping in the back seat with Danny makes him fall asleep. Colleen gets them back into the heart of the city.

Though it's their neighborhood, not Matt's. Though for the moment he would go anywhere. Set adrift on the stream of life like a leaf. For the first time he lets himself think of Elektra. Where did she go? Is she dead?

The half-waking state of being is what Colleen finds him in. She took Danny indoors first. Her friend and first priority. Matt would have done the same. He is placed in bed. Soothing words and incense burning. While inside she rolls out the futon to place over the tatami mats. There are also blankets for him. A pillow. Honestly he could sleep on anything. He doesn't remember getting in. Laying flat, even with the ruined suit on his body still he sleeps. Getting off his shoes is about the best that she can do on her own. The suit will need to be cut away. And not just with scissors but wire cutters it seems. The stirring in the next room with sound draws her attention away.

Colleen pets over Danny's shoulders. Gentle words. "Go back to sleep, when you wake up again we'll have dinner." And talk about what this all means if he's in enough health and spirits.]
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[personal profile] fightlikehell 2019-12-06 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Danny Rand's version of fine is definitely not what most people would call fine by any stretch. He's Not steady on his feet. The way his eyes are darting around and the lack of composure are not at all what Colleen is used to. "Stay," she tells him, "rest a little bit longer." Which is absolutely not as threatening as she could be.

She doesn't have any answers, not right now. Colleen stays in the room with Danny until she is certain that he'll stay in one place. After a time she starts a curry. Simple, fast and hearty food. For Murdock, if he can eat at all, the rice should be fine or the curry sauce for some manner of sustenance. Matt's own deep sleep is filled with muddy, threatening dreams that make him pant and softly cry out. He twitches the way dogs do in the deepest of slumber.]
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[personal profile] fightlikehell 2019-12-06 06:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Colleen is distracted in the kitchen. She would have tried to get Danny down for one more sleep. It's not meant to be. And truly if he has the finesse to sneak around under her nose, then that means he's on the right track.

The footsteps vibrate through the floor and mat. He stirs and groans, eyes opening again. This time it's a slow motion.]


...Danny--? Then it wasn't a dream.
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[personal profile] fightlikehell 2019-12-06 06:40 am (UTC)(link)
[There are times when it seems as though Danny is still a boy walking around with a man's body and face. Colleen cares for him deeply. She always will. Right now dealing with his latest whimsy, with Murdock here when he should have been--maybe even might have been--dead.

Matt's unseeing eyes move from the ceiling to where he can hear Danny. He can hear again. He can smell again. Still there's awful tinges of what his senses had gone through. Ash, cinder, dirt, water and blood all in bits. Breathing in clean air and smelling incense and now spices let him appreciate the recovered range.]


How do I feel?

[Even speaking softly he's incredulous, his voice breaking a little.]

...I should be dead.
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[personal profile] fightlikehell 2019-12-06 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
How-? Did you see anyone else? Elektra?

[How long were they going to speak before he said her name again. Matt can't just forget. She was his reason for going down and willing to stay in the wreckage. His eyes are searching and listening.]

Danny, what happened?

[He shifts and attempts to sit up. The first attempt yields nothing. Danny's chi healing did wonders. The whole ordeal and the constriction of the suit make it even more difficult.]
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[personal profile] fightlikehell 2019-12-06 07:09 am (UTC)(link)
[He had hoped. And hearing the news he shuts his jaw and nods. It's not enough to ask to be hauled out from the jaws of death. Danny saw him through. His teeth clench and his eyes shut a moment.

The building fell. The city is safe. The Hand has been stopped. What more can he ask for?]


...Good.

[Feels like a hollow word with how much is stewing in his head. The steady, careful pressure of Danny's hand have him pause. Shifting and making himself move more, he bites a groan.]

Feels longer somehow.

[With his senses blacked out there was no way to tell.]

I feel sore. [To actually answer his first question.] Tired. I--need to get out of this suit.
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[personal profile] fightlikehell 2019-12-06 05:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[Does Danny know what manner of weight he is aspiring to take on? Matt and his whole self feels like it has cement blocks chained to him. The weight of his dual life was preexisting. Right now there's guilt, remorse for what he's put his friends through and some strange notion that he was not meant to be here. That's all fabrication of the mind.

Sitting up has taken some of the strength he felt and he leans against Danny. He's close enough. The touch and his presence proof that Matt isn't asleep again.]


Sort of.

[Melvin Potter's craftsmanship held up well considering. Matt's hands peel away the gloves and moves to find one of the zippers concealed at a seam. An experimental pull and it gives some.]

I think it melted in some places...
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[personal profile] fightlikehell 2019-12-07 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[If only worthiness were the only hesitation for Matt. There's no doubt in his mind that Danny is honest, patient, devoted when he says he will be. The scars of people who came to his side to help, to be his support to leave him by choice or death still make it difficult to just give in and trust. In this moment, laying on the dojo floor he has no other option.

Touch makes him lightly shut his eyes. Breathe. Just be a moment.]


Thank you.

[He grits his teeth and they start the process. Peeling back the custom kevlar and synthetic blend fabric. Only a few times Matt asks him to stop, those are only at his very threshold of pain. The melting went through a few places. The movement of sore limbs and newly mended bones had this take longer than it would have normally for Matt to change.]
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[personal profile] fightlikehell 2019-12-10 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[Funny that Stick would be generous with compliments when he wasn't around. Very typical. And the whole ordeal of fighting of The Hand and having a building drop on top of him has put the pain of loss of him on the back burner. Which isn't to say it doesn't exist. That ornery, caustic piece of shit was Matt's teacher. He owes so much to who he is thanks to Stick. Yes, it is complicated.

That isn't even touching the cold, hard truth that Elektra is gone from his life. Again.]


Thanks just--ahhh. [He swallows and squirms before asking for a pause. Danny listens. No admonishments. Maybe those would be better use to him. Tears prickle in his eyes. Cold, open air touching his skin that is a wash of sensation. It makes what is constricted starving for the same even though it smarts.]

Okay.

[And away they would go again until the suit is over. No more Daredevil. What did Matt expect when he let himself go down with the rubble? What's one more death in his life? He is slumped sitting upright and his fingers feel over the fabric draped over him, looking for a distraction.]

Th-thank you. [Gulping air and trying to find a center a point of focus.]
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[personal profile] fightlikehell 2019-12-12 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
[He called and asked for help from the universe. Who or whatever power had given him a connection to Danny fleshed out the plea to be not just the physical rescue. The transfer of Chi reduced severely debilitating injuries. That alone is an unbelievable feat. He didn't have to haul Matt into his home. But he has.

Walking him through a meditation in such a moment of strain and suffering is totally unexpected. This vulnerable he listens immediately.]


On you. [To start. And then awareness to the mats. The warmth is at first hard to locate. Going from the mental to the physical a transition to make him aware of his skin. Ah, wait then. Breathing. Inhaling and exhaling timed with Danny's. Matt clutches his forearm. The connection to himself, to the ground and to his breathing forms.]

...I do. Yeah.
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[personal profile] fightlikehell 2019-12-15 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[All that Matt is as a person has been stripped down to basic needs. No ego, no wit or charm. He is in a state of physical need of care, the spiritual goes hand in hand with that, doesn't it? That is why he doesn't push off. Grabbing a hold of something with his attention and self to keep him from slipping into frustration or even worst hysterics. Yes, he has been injured seriously. It has never been this bad. Doubt is trying to latch onto him. The awful question of will I ever be better again is trying to make him sink.

Inhale. Exhale. The mat under him, the floor around him. Solid and still. Touching on Danny he can feel the fibers on his clothes, the slight shift as he breathes too. His heart is beating though much slower than Matt's.]


...please. Yes.

[His skin feels grimey, raw. The little bits of glass and rubble are there. And as much as it might hurt to have running water over burns, it would help fend off infection.

God, what a charity case. That's what Stick would say. Doubt is starting to sound like him.]
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[personal profile] fightlikehell 2019-12-17 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[Right now, Danny is a shelter from the storm of sensation and emotion swirling around Matt. He hasn't been as attuned to chakras or chi or anything of the sort. It's not just the way he is being touched or spoken to. There's an energy that slips just below Matt's own radar of awareness and all that he can sum up of it is that Danny's presence is a wordless help.]

Thank you. [Deep breaths. His own and those with the man beside him. Matt lets the quiet and the calm settle a bit more.]

I'm ready.

[Muscles tense and he moves. It's like someone has weighed him down. Before he even has a chance to think it over, he's leaning on the man right with him.]

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