This was supposed to be a totally normal day.

The alarm went off at 6:30 am, so Foggy had enough time to take a shower, get dressed without having to rush and to pick up a coffee and a bagel on the way to work. Dead on 8 o'clock he sat behind his massive, huge mahogany desk, working on a case on his brand-new MacBook.

His new job was everything he had dreamed of as a freshman. But now it felt wrong. His co-workers were all top-grade lawyers and there was a good atmosphere in the office, the salary was more than satisfying, his office with view over the whole city was truly amazing, but it just felt wrong. The cases were different. Not very personal, most of the time he didn't even get a chance to get to know the client before court. And something was missing... Matt was missing to be exact. Without any hesitation he would trade his fancy new office and all the money he earned for the damp, drafty office with Matt in it.

Of course he would never admit it, but he missed him. He terribly missed the old days. The days full of laughter and joy and adventure.

Foggy grunted angrily and rubbed his forehead. These thoughts didn't belong here. He had a shitload of work ahead. There was no time for distractions.

But right after he had focused on his work again the phone rang. The front desk. Probably some new case that needed his attention. "Yes?" "Mr. Nelson? This is Liza from the front desk!" "Hi, Liza! You're the new girl right? Welcome on the team." He could feel her awkwardness through the phone. "Thank you Mr. Nelson." "So, what do you have for me, Liza?" "There's someone who wants to speak to you. She says her name is Karen Page." Foggy raised his eyebrows. Karen calling him in the office... that was weird. "You can put her through. Thank you Liza." A short interruption, then he heard Karen's breath on the other end of the line. It sounded louder and more pressed than usually. "Foggy?" Her voice also sounded weak, as if she had just been crying. "Karen? Is everything okay with you?" She laughed nervously. "Yeah. I'm fine. Listen, Foggy, I just got an assignment from my editor. I was supposed to write an article about some guy they found in the subway last night... To see if anyone can identify him..." Karen sobbed. Foggy already feared her next sentences. "It's not..." His voice got heavy with fear. "Is it?" Karen only started to sob louder. "Yes, it is. It's Matt." Foggy had to put the phone down for a moment. He couldn't believe it. He had never thought that he would see him again like this. He somehow had always expected him to just come back one day. "Karen?" He had a hard time trying not to cry. "Is he...?" "Dead? Thank god no! But, apparently he wasn't far from it." Relief spreaded through Foggy's body. "I can get the day off. I'm coming over to the Bulletin. I'll be there in 20! We have to go and find him!" Without waiting for an answer he hung up the phone, slipped into his jacket, left a note for his co-workers and almost ran out of the office.

Karen was already waiting for him when he arrived at her tiny office. Her eyes were red from crying, her hair messy and she fiddled nervously with her pen. "Karen!" He pulled her into a tight hug before he fell down on one of the chairs in front of her desk. She sat down behind it. "Thank god you're here." "Of course!" Foggy gave her a short nod. "Matt needs us now! We're everything he has! So, please, tell me everything you know." Karen sighed and pushed the cup of coffee that she had prepared in Foggy's direction before she started to speak. "Ellison just told me about the article and sent me the files as an email. I opened the picture first." She buried her head in her hands. "I barely recognized him. His whole head is bruised and wounded. I wasn't even sure it was Matt. But then I opened the file and read through all the details... There were reports about strange noises in the subway from last night. Two maintenance guys were sent down this morning to check and they found him. He lay right across the railway, in a puddle of blood. Someone had damaged the railway next to him. They even found footsteps leading away. Anyways... the man - Matt, was shot 3 times, several cuts and bruises. He almost died of bloodloss. They brought him to Metro General. People who know something are supposed to contact the police. Oh, and I already told Ellison not to publish the article! I wanted to see Matt first."

Foggy's expression had grown darker and darker the more Karen talked. His fist were clenched and his teeth pressed together. "Stupid Matt! I told him he would get killed one day!" He wasn't actually mad at Matt, but somehow he had to let his frustration out. "It's not his fault!", said Karen. "I know! That's what makes it worse!"

They sat in silence for a few minutes, before Foggy jumped up. "I hadn't thought of it, but why was Matt down there? I mean, Daredevil, yes, but Matt? If he had been down there as daredevil, the whole world would know by now... but..." Karen interrupted him. "Maybe the police wanted to keep his privacy. It's not always the best option to shout everything around." "Let's hope so!"

Karen soothingly patted his shoulder. "Come on, let's go to the precinct."

It didn't take long at the precinct. Foggy had to identify Matt by the picture that Karen had already shown him and he had to give his name and address. Then they were free to go.

Of course, they headed straight to the hospital.

After they showed the police's note to the doctors, they were taken to Matt's room at once. On the way they were told about Matt's condition. He currently was in a come. Apparently that was totally normal with all his injuries and the bloodloss and the malnutrition. That last thing didn't surprise Foggy a bit. Matt wasn't known for his exceptional self-care.

The tiny hospital room smelled of hospital, mixed with blood and sanitizers. As soon as they entered the room, both of them started to sob again.

Both of them remembered Matt differently. His hair had grown quite a lot since they last saw him and his beard made him almost look like a homeless guy. He was skinny. Still muscular, but his wrists and his neck looked fragile, the bones sticking out. His whole head was bruised. Several cuts were covered with band-aids. His whole upper body was covered in bandages.

A mask for ventilation covered most of his face.

Without a word Karen and Foggy looked at each other and grabbed each other's hand.

It helped to have something to hold on to.

Finally Foggy stepped closer to the hospital bed and carefully grabbed Matt's hand. "I'm here buddy! I won't leave until I knocked some sense in you!" A sharp pain cut through Foggy's heart when Matt didn't show any reaction. He closed his eyes and prayed for him to be alright.