It simply was that Matt got his ass handed to him, as Stick would say. He'd messed up, bad, picked on the wrong person, gotten full of himself; let his guard down...but, was it his fault that his attacker just so happened to be Typhoid Mary? Well, he didn't know who she was, that is until "Mary" tried to speak up. That was when she unleashed her psionic attack, piercing into his mind, flaying it...rendering him temporarily deaf, and in all ways, blind. It was easy enough to get him down after that. He was pretty astonished that he'd managed to make it all the way back to his apartment at all.

Karen reached the hospital not too long after Foggy called her. She nearly passed the waiting room, but Foggy stopped her. He supposed he must have looked like absolute crap, because Karen had this look of complete horror on her face. "F-Foggy...what happened?" she requested and Franklin gestured for her to sit down,as he did himself, taking a deep breath as he tried to get what he was going to say in order.

"I uh...Matt he, um..." Come on, Foggy. You told her you'd tell the truth. Well, screw the truth.. "He uh...fell down the stairs, got cut up real bad on some glass..."

Page just gave him a look, "Foggy, don't-don't do this. You said, on the phone- you said no more lies, remember? So, don't lie to me." she snapped, but quickly calmed. "Is he going to be okay? What happened?"
Foggy remained silent, and Karen literally got up, practically threatening to leave. Foggy knew that she'd never just leave...not when Matt was so banged up...and she didn't even know just how badly. From the blood staining his powder blue shirt however, she could tell...it wasn't good. And it was good- it worked.

"K-Karen- okay...okay." He sighed and stood up. "Look...uh, I have...no easy way to say this...can we go somewhere private?" He asked, looking absolutely wretched and Karen stopped in her tracks.
"Fine." She decided, turning her now-icy gaze on him and just shut the door of the small waiting room, locking the door and quickly drawing the blinds. "Make it fucking fast, Foggy." she growled and sat in a chair across from a rather upset Foggy.

The other took a deep breath and rubbed his bloody, and sweaty palms on his slacks. "Uh, so...you know how Matt's been gone? Of course you do- but what I'm trying to say is...I mean, okay..." he shook his head. "Ah fuck it..." he grumbled. "He's the Devil of Hell's Kitchen, Karen-" He noticed her look of, first, skepticism, then disgust.

"Foggy, I swear to God-"
"No, no, Karen. I'm telling the truth, goddammit." He barked.

"How Foggy!? How! Huh!? Tell me that. He's blind or have you forgotten, hm? You're fucking delusional and-and I thought that maybe- just maybe I'd get some kind of answer-"

Foggy just rubbed his face, "I'm not lying I swear Karen. He's...not exactly...blind, well, he is, but- when he was a kid he got some like, chemical shit in his eyes- and yes, I know that sounds like something a crazy person would say but-" He took a moment. "Okay, yeah, that's really...really, insan-"
"Foggy!"
"Sorry, but yeah...I'm not making this up, and think about it, okay? Just- please, think about it for a minute, how do you think he knew you were innocent back with that whole Union Allied fiasco? How do you think he got all that information on Fisk, on-on Castle! And why do you think he wasn't there, the whole case? And..." He paused, noting Karen's look of absolute horror had given way to just something unfathomable.

"Karen?" Foggy frowned, "Look, I know- it's a lot of shit to take in, and I'm sorry, but please...just, say something?"
Karen just stood up, opening the door before she just turned back to look at Foggy, shaking her head before just sitting back down, waiting for Claire to come.

"Karen," Foggy tried but he just shook her head and refused to acknowledge him.