Why is it that I can't manage to update stories I've been working on for years, but I can sit down and write an entire story in less than 3 hours? The world may never know.

But this was inspired by another story I read in which Foggy gets hurt and Matt doesn't cope well. And I figured that that had to apply to what happened during the explosions and well, I wanted to see it play out.

After what seemed like an eternity, Matt finally found himself on his rooftop. He paused for a moment, leaning over and placing his hands on his knees as he took in gasping breaths. The return trip to his apartment had taken much more time that usual and Matt was feeling every single cut and bruise.

He straightened up and winced before heading to his door. He briefly considered calling Claire, but if the sounds he had heard from the background in his last call were anything to go by, she was needed at the hospital. He would just have to deal with it on his own tonight. Thankfully, he couldn't feel anything too serious.

Once he reached the bottom of the stairs, he pulled off his mask. He placed it down on the coffee table and began to remove his shirt, wincing at the pain the movement activated. After he pulled the shirt off, he ran his hands across the material and grimaced. It looked like the end for this one. With a sigh he crossed to his kitchen and tossed it into the trash. Just as he was turning to return to the living room, his phone chimed to indicate a missed call. With a brief shock of guilt, he realized it was probably from Foggy. Explosions all over Hell's Kitchen were the kind of thing that might activate Foggy's protective instincts over his blind best friend. Matt supposed he was just lucky that Foggy had come over to the apartment himself to make sure Matt was okay. With a sigh, Matt hit the side button, indicating that his phone should tell him about the missed call.

You have 16 missed calls.

Matt raised an eyebrow. 16. That may actually be a record. The voice continued.

You have 6 voice messages.

Matt felt the feeling of guilt return. Foggy really must have been worried. "Play voice messages," he instructed his phone as he reached into the refrigerator for a water.

First voice message

"Matt, it's Karen. I've tried calling you a few times already. We just wanted to make sure you were okay, and to tell you that Foggy and I are both fine. We're taking Mrs. Cardenas to the hospital right now, she was cut up pretty badly by the explosion, and we were with her. Please call me back when you get this, okay?"

Matt felt rage coarse through him. The kindly Senora had no business being hurt by Fisk and his people. She had just become another justification on his ever-growing list. "Next message," he instructed his phone tersely.

Second voice message

"Matt," Matt paused, the water bottle he was about to drink from abandoned. Karen's voice sounded tense, and a bit like she was trying to hold off tears.

"It's Karen again. I've tried calling you a few more times, and Elena's been looked after."

She paused, and Matt wondered what it was she was so hesitant to say. When she spoke again, the tears he heard in her voice had intensified.

"Matt, where are you? I really hope you're not hurt, but if you aren't and you're just ignoring us, then that's really dickish of you. If you get this, please, please come to the hospital. Foggy's hurt, and I'm waiting here alone, and I am scared and worried. So please, if you get this, call me back."

Matt dropped his water bottle and stared desperately at his phone, ignoring the rapidly spreading pool of water. Foggy was hurt. How badly? What had happened?

Matt slammed his fist onto the counter. Fisk was going to pay. "Next message," he said, his words edged in desperation.

Third voice message

"Matt? It's Karen again. A nurse just came out to tell me that Foggy's going into surgery now. She said that they don't think the glass in his side hit anything vital, but they have to do surgery to be sure. She assured me it'll be quick, but it would still be really great if you were here. Though, if you had gotten any of my messages so far, I'm sure you would have shown up by now."

There was a brief pause filled with Karen considering what to say next, and Matt's guilt.

"I really hope you're okay Matt. I couldn't take it if something happened to both of you. You two are all I have left, and I don't know what I would do without either one of you. But, just please call me back, okay?"

The beep indicating the end of the message sounded, and Matt leaned forward onto the counter, roughly shoving his head into his hands. His friends needed him and where was he? Trapped in an abandoned warehouse by Fisk, surrounded by cops. And Foggy was in surgery, and there was glass in his side? And Matt hadn't been there. He angrily wiped away a few tears that had slid down his face and turned back to his phone, "Next message."

Fourth voice message

"Matt, it's Karen again."

Matt felt his body relax. Her voice sounded much more calm this time.

"Foggy's out of surgery, and the doctor said everything's fine. He's still out, but probably not for much longer. Which leaves me with plenty of time to worry about you. I keep calling in the hope that you'll answer, but no such luck so far. I really hope you're not hurt. And will you please call me back?"

As the message ended, Matt let out a breath he hadn't really realized he was holding. Foggy was okay. Everything was fine. But there were still two more messages. "Next message," he instructed his phone again, his body tight with anxiety.

Fifth voice message

"Matt, it's Karen. Again. Uh, where are you? Would you just, uh, give us a call when you get this."

Matt sighed. "Next message," he said wearily.

Sixth voice message

"Matt? It's Foggy."

Matt stood upright, the sound of that voice jolting him off the counter. He stared at his phone, all at once relieved to hear his best friend's voice and alarmed at how weak it sounded.

"Where are you buddy?"

With that, his phone beeped, indicating the end of Foggy's message.

End of new messages

Matt stood resolutely and headed towards his bedroom, all earlier bumps and bruises forgotten. He was going to the hospital, to see Karen, and Foggy.

But first, he would have to change.

I have no idea how the voice accessibility options work on phones, so if any one does know and feels like correcting me, you are more than welcome to do so.

Next chapter up tomorrow!