Foggy was more than a little shaken up. He had called Matt from the office to see how he was doing but had gotten nothing. Matt didn't pick up, and Foggy new he hadn't hit ignore because the phone rang on and on until it went to voicemail. This meant either Matt was too hurt to get to the phone or he had left it behind to do more daredeviling.

Foggy cursed as he stuffed his phone in his pocket, throwing an excuse to Karen as he raced out of the office. Heading straight for Matt's place, Foggy tried to stay calm. He had no idea what he would find in there. He hoped Matt was in bed but he knew his friend too well to actually believe it.

The lawyer had knocked on the door, and began banging harder and shouting when he got no reply. Foggy opened the door, letting himself in while calling for his partner. He had turned the corner and found his best friend cowering against the wall, sitting on the floor, eyes darting everywhere.

Foggy had gripped Matt's shoulders, making the man flinch. A whimpered "Foggy?" came from his best friend's trembling mouth and soon the situation became clear. His best friend, his blind best friend, couldn't hear anything.

Foggy's breath had immediately caught in his throat, a surge of protectiveness rising in him as Matt clung to him for dear life. Foggy gripped Matt in a hug, tight and warm, in an attempt to calm the hero down. His breath was coming in gasps and Foggy had to breathe deeply and keep his own emotions in check so that Matt wouldn't feel how freaked out he was. Foggy had never seen the man so scared, like a child he gripped Foggy, muttering his name over and over. Foggy couldn't even tell him it would all be okay, they had only touch and so he placed a hand on the back of Matt's neck and weaved his fingers through the man's hair, other hand rubbing his back.

Matt slowly started to calm down at these tangible "I'm here" "Its okay" reassurances. Foggy waited till his partner had calmed down to let go, placing a hand on his arm when the man searched for his touch.

Foggy used a sleeve to wipe Matt's cheeks dry of tears as the other man took deep breaths and concentrated. Matt still had a hand fisted in Foggy's shirt and so he used a finger to touch Matt's lips, trailing it down his throat to tell him what he needed to leave for. Water. Matt nodded and reluctantly let go, immediately pressing his palms to the floor to feel where Foggy was.

He moved as quickly as he could, filling up a glass of water and grabbing a tissue on his way back, feeling Matt's relief when he was back with a hand to the blind man's shoulder. Sliding his hand down to Matt's hand, Foggy placed the glass in his grip and waited till he had emptied the glass before holding his chin as he cleaned the blood from Matt's face. Matt had returned his hand to Foggy's shirt, shaking hand fisted in the material over his heart, occasionally flattening to press against the thrumming beats.

Foggy sat on the floor in front of his friend, taking the glass and setting it aside before taking Matt's free hand and grasping it in his own. He knew Matt wouldn't like it but they needed to be in a hospital. He should have taken him in as soon as he found him. He had put Claire's number in his own phone the last time she patched Matt up, and he took it out now and called her, knowing that Matt wouldn't go to the hospital unless Claire was the one taking care of him.

The nurse answered after three rings, sounding tired and grumpy.

"Claire, hey it's Foggy. I kind of have a situation here."

Her sigh made its way through the phone but Foggy could hardly feel sorry for her as he watched Matt looking as vulnerable as he'd ever seen him.

"What's he done now? How bad is it?"

"Uhh, he went up against that new crazy guy that's been shooting up the gangs and got himself shot in the head."

"What?!"

Foggy quickly corrected himself, shaking his head at his mistake.

"He had his helmet on, the bullet didn't go through his head. He's alive he's just. I found him on the roof this morning, he'd been there since last night. He was acting okay and he said he was fine but I just came to check on him and his nose is bleeding and he can't hear anything. He's freaking out Claire and I'm not too calm myself so please just tell me this isn't permanent."

"Oh god, okay it's because of the head injury, his brain was rattled around quite a bit. A fucking bullet to the head, what the hell were either of you thinking not getting him to the hospital?"

"You know how he is."

"You don't mess around with head injuries Foggy! I don't care how stubborn he's being, he doesn't have to come dressed in his devil suit just get him here. God, he's gonna get himself killed. Okay I'll be there with an ambulance soon just keep him calm."

"They're gonna let you do that?"

"A blind man has gone deaf and he has a fear of hospitals, it's a special case I'll make it work."

"Thank you Claire, we don't deserve you but I'm glad we have you anyway."

"That's right you don't. Okay just keep him calm and conscious, we'll be there soon."