Claire looked tired, and rather broken. Foggy was relieved when she reported that Matt was alright. He was simply suffering from broken ribs and masny, many cuts and scrapes. She looked broken because she didn't rightly know just how many more times this would happen. She was sick of having to patch him up, because everything she did was just to be repeated weekly, she was sick of seeing him hurt. That wasn't to say she wouldn't when he needed her. But she rathered it be less often.
Then there was the lying.
Oh the lying was dreadful, but it was getting easier. The blonde women with the portly fellow didn't know yet. Or maybe she did.
"He's gonna be fine...with time, and care..." She reported, trailing off when Karen quickly got up to leave.
"Thanks, but I need to get going. I have...a thing..."
"Thanks Claire...I'll be in in a second." Foggy insisted and quickly moved after Karen, quickly snatching her hand, but gently. "Karen- hey. Please. Just see him."
Karen snatched her hand away. "Fog-Foggy, I just...need time, alright?" She said sharply and moved away. "Tell him, I hope he gets better. But I just can't deal with all the lying anymore." She insisted and quickly let herself onto the sidewalk and looked for a cab to take her home.
Foggy watched Karen go and heaved a sigh.
"You're going to have to tell her the truth, sooner rather than later. She's a good woman. You really don't wanna lose her." Claire mused, "Anyway, he's awake and probably cursing your name. Better go see him." She insisted and led a saddened Foggy off to Matt's room.
Matt was laying on the hospital bed and looking rather small. He was taken down quite a notch in the pride department.
"Hey buddy..." Foggy muttered and moved over. "How you feeling?"
"Like I just got hit by a truck..." Matt admitted truthfully. "Where's Karen...? I don't hear..."
Foggy shook his head. "I told her Matt, she wouldn't believe me when I-"
Matt sat up so fast Foggy nearly panicked. "You told her!?" The man just sank back against the sheets. "Why Foggy, I told you I'd do it myself..." He practically whimpered.
"And I just told you why I told her." Foggy reasoned stubbornly. "When you get out of here we can deal with this...right now she's pretty pissed, and so am I." Foggy sighed. "I'll come back later, Matt. I need to change..."
Foggy left and Matt was alone once more, and becoming rather uneasy. Typhoid Mary, and Karen. That would be such fun...