Matt felt the glass slip past the tips of his fingers, condensation wetting his skin, before it fell to the floor with a … silence. The lawyer felt his breath quicken, his chest tightening, because though he did all he could to focus his hearing there was simply nothing to focus on.
Since his sight was taken from him and these gifts of strengthened senses given, Matt's world had been full of noise. Stick had taught him to focus his hearing and to shut out what wasn't important. Stick had taught him to use his hearing to show him what he couldn't see. But now he couldn't hear anything; not even his own heartbeat though it pounded hard against his ribcage.
Without sight the world was dark but without his hearing the world was empty and vast and he was alone. A shout erupted from his lungs and while he could feel the strain on his vocal chords and the air being forced from his lungs he could hear nothing. Matt panicked, screaming and banging on the wall behind him in an attempt to get anyone's attention.
The man's head pounded as he screamed his throat raw. He hardly noticed his nose was bleeding, wouldn't have noticed it at all if he hadn't tasted the copper on his tongue. Matt stopped yelling and touched his finger to his nose, confirming the origin of the blood, and wished he had let Foggy take him to the hospital or at least call Claire.
Though the vigilante had endured far worse he could not calm himself down. His heart was racing almost as fast as his mind. What was a blind man supposed to do without his hearing? Without sight or hearing he was alone and had no way of knowing what was happening. He didn't even know where in his own apartment he was. It was terrifying.
Sticks gruff voice made it into his sore head, bouncing against the walls of his skull.
"So what? You forgot about you're other three senses? Come on Mattie don't be such a pansy, laying there all helpless."
Matt closed his eyes again, this time laying his palms on the floor and feeling the vibrations run through his fingertips. For a while there was nothing, he didn't know how long he waited, dark thoughts swirling around in his mind. Was this permanent? How did it happen? How was he supposed to protect Foggy and Karen and the rest of this city without his hearing? How was he supposed to live without it.
Finally, after far too long, his fingers tingled with vibration. There was someone outside in the hall, their footsteps making their way to his door. They were quick, purposeful. Then bigger vibrations but from the air around him, the walls. The person in the hall was banging on the door.
Matt waited a while, not knowing who it was. If it was an enemy he would have no way to protect himself, he'd be helpless. The vibrations of footsteps got closer, the person having presumably opened the door, and starting coming towards him. Matt tried moving away from the approaching person, his heart rate speeding up, but didn't know where he was and only ended up scrambling against the wall.
Hands were on him, making the lawyer jump before he smelled the familiar scent of Foggy. Matt relaxed a little, allowing the hands to grasp his shoulders as he breathed in the sweet scent of his best friend. The hands started shaking him a little and Matt reached a hand forward to place his palm against Foggy's chest. The vibrations in the other man's chest told him he was talking, while the rapid beat of his heart and breathing alluded to Foggy's panic.
Though he could not hear his own words Matt forced them out between his panicked gasps as they grew more rapid.
"I can't hear you Foggy. I can't…. I can't hear anything."
His face crumpled as he squeezed his eyes shut. He was scared. The only thing keeping him grounded, letting him know where he was and what was happening, was Foggy. Tears slipped from his eyes as he felt the hands on his shoulders move around him, drawing him to Foggy's chest as he hugged him. Matt hugged him back gratefully and gripped the back of his friend's shirt. He didn't want him to let go. Without even realizing it Matt was repeatedly saying Foggy's name, mumbling it as the man held him, helping him to feel safe.
One of Foggy's hands was rubbing Matt's back while the other held him to his chest and Matt closed his eyes and focused on the feeling of Foggy's heart beating. The Murdock could feel the thumping pulse against his own chest and used the rhythmic beat to calm his own racing heart down. Foggy was here, it would be okay, Foggy would take care of him.
They stayed like that for a while until Matt had calmed down. Foggy's arms slid away, making Matt reach out in panic till he found Foggy's hand, tentatively squeezing until Foggy squeezed back, letting him know it was okay. He wasn't going anywhere.
Matt was beyond scared, there was nothing he could do but let Foggy take care of him. And he knew he would, he trusted Foggy with his life. So the lawyer sat, with his hand in Foggy's, and tried to meditate while he waited.
(sorry this is short there will be more)