"Are you sure you're okay this morning, Matty? You just went pale."

"I'm not okay, pal." Tap, step, tap, step. Amazingly, I found the car door.

"Do you need a doctor?" Foggy asked from the driver side.

I opened my door and climbed inside, hitting my head along the way. Oh, yeah, I forgot that I needed to check for the top of the door opening. Oddly, it didn't hurt that bad.

"I'm taking you to a doctor." Foggy declared.

"No," I replied. Doctor Strange might be able to help, but nobody with a legitimate M.D. could fix my current ailment.

"I thought you were all rested and refreshed and stuff."

Foggy's driving was far more pleasant now that I couldn't feel every bump in the asphalt.

"I am." I replied.

"Then what's wrong?"

I knew I would need help to get through the day without hurting myself even more. How fitting-I needed to hide the fact that I was truly blind, after struggling to keep up the appearance of being truly blind for most of my life. Besides, why keep more secrets from my best friend?

"Foggy, I think I woke up normal."

"Normal?" Foggy replied.

I think he even waved his hand in front of my face. The fact that I wasn't sure was upsetting. "Well, normal and blind." I clarified.

"So, we are about to enter jury selection for a trial where I still think our defendant is guilty, and you can't do any of your thing you do to find us sympathetic jurors?"

"I was more worried about finding the urinal, but there's also the jury selection thing, yeah."

Foggy was quiet a moment and it frustrated the crap out of me. I'm not used to things being so quiet. Was this news making him nervous? Was his heart racing? I tried, again, to reach inside myself and find my powers. Stick always tried to tell me that they were inside of me, something I could have used even without the radiation.

Nope. Nothing. "Foggy?"

"So, who did this to you? I didn't see any headlines this morning."

"I'm not sure." I lied. I had a good idea, though.

"So, do you need-"

"-your elbow. I need to hold your elbow."

"Oh yeah. We've done that before."

"I know, but now I'll actually need you to watch out for for hydrants."

"I always watched out for fire hydrants."

"Yeah," I smiled. "You're a good friend."

"Now you're getting all sappy and it's freaking me out. Let's go inside and see if you can find some way to be useful."

The walk through security was more unnerving than it should have been. It was a series of people, but none of them were surrounded by the details that make them the specific person that I know.

"Good morning, Muster Murdock!"

I should be able to recognize the voice. I thought I recognized people by their voice just as much as their smell and heartbeat, but I couldn't tell if this was Bernie, Steve, Justin, or Dennis.

I forced a smile, in reply, and held tight to Foggy.

"Can you be a little lighter with the elbow, there?" He whispered.

"Sorry." Even holding his arm felt weird, without the blood pumping beneath my hand.

…

After a horrific day in the courtroom, where I mostly sat and meditated while Foggy interviewed jurors, Foggy talked me into going out to dinner with him.

It was the last thing I wanted to do. I needed to figure out how to get my senses back, before one of Daredevil's enemies realized they were missing. I was a sitting duck.

"What about your meditation?" Foggy asked, after we ordered.

This place actually had a Braille menu, which I actually had to use. While the restaurant definitely had a scent, I couldn't distinguish any one dish from another.

"I meditated all day in court. Everything is so quiet, now, I think I could meditate in the middle of Grand Central Station."

"That's why you were so unhelpful."

"Well, that and the loss of my inner lie detector."

"You don't have any connections in your, um, community, that might know a way to fix this?" Foggy asked.

"Yeah, but it's not like we have a call-tree or anything."

I don't even know Dr. Strange's address. I know his rooftop, in relation to the other rooftops. "I think the best bet is for me to lay low."

Maybe I can put on the Daredevil costume and take the elevator to a rooftop on occasion, just to show the world I'm not dead.

"I'll believe that what I see it." Foggy responded.

The waitress brought Foggy a beer. I considered having some myself, but the last thing I needed was my senses to be further dulled. I ate a flavorless meal that I hoped wasn't poison. I began to wonder if my senses were dulled to what everybody else experiences, or if I now had below average capabilities. Surely food isn't normally this boring.

Foggy walked back to the house with me, for which I was grateful. It turns out I'm pretty good at being actually-blind in my own neighborhood. We were almost there when a figure stepped in front of us.

Come on, Matt. You can do this.

I gripped tightly to my cane. If I'm honest, I wasn't successful with my courtroom meditations because I was making sure I had a plan for when this happened. Jimmy is just a small-time thug I occasionally run into. I can take him. But I wish Foggy wasn't so close.

"We don't need any trouble tonight." Foggy spoke.

"I wondered when you two would go public with your relationship. Now here you are, walking arm-in-arm, like the couple of faggots you are."

"You jealous, Jimmy?" I asked, adding a smirk. I needed him to come closer.

"Matt-" Foggy started to plead.

"I'm okay, Foggy. You go on home. I'll be there in a little bit."

I leaned closer to Foggy, and hoping there weren't too many people watching, I gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Just one?" I whispered.

"Yeah." He replied, quietly.

I nodded. "Go."

I heard Foggy obey, but couldn't tell how far he got. Oh well, here we go.