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Summary:
Matt gets hurt while Frank is gone, and when Frank comes back, he helps Matt.
Matt's POV:
I could hear my phone buzz on the nightstand as the annoying voice rang out. "Call from Frank Castle." Jeez, I should really change that to babe or something. He wouldn't be too happy if he heard that I still him as his full name in my contact list. I let out a little chuckle, thinking about his reaction. Hmm, a chuckle. That was good. I haven't had one of those in a couple of days. My brain has been running at a million miles a minute, and it's all bad thoughts. "You're useless, a screw up, you get your friends hurt, killed." God, they just wouldn't stop.
I could hear my stomach growl as I moved to my other side. I was getting sore and numb from laying here. I haven't eaten in two days. Haven't really felt like it. I felt like sleeping more than anything. I could feel the sun beaming on my face, heating up my skin. It's the one time I was glad I couldn't see. It made it easier to sleep exscpesialy with how big the window is.
I groaned as I sat up. My bones popped and cracked as a way to scream at me. I could feel my legs and arms spasm as my muscles contracted. I felt like I was falling apart. As I made my way into the bathroom, it felt like my legs turned to jello, and I felt my knees buckle as I was slammed into a kneeling position. "Shit," I groaned out as pain shot all the way up to my lower back. I guess this is what I get for not eating. "C'mon Matt, pull yourself together," I said to myself. Why was I so weak? Why couldn't I take care of myself? The loud thoughts came rolling back in.
After about a minute, I could feel my legs stop shaking as I pulled myself up by the counter. I could feel the cold feeling of the tiles under my feet. It only lasted about a second as I felt my hand slip. I was going down, and I couldn't do anything about it. I could hear the crack of my skull and the sloshing of my brain as it hit the side of the toilet. There was nothing, no pain it was just all silence. I finally got some peace and serenity. I could think for myself. It didn't hurt. I wasn't scared. All I thought of was how pissed Frank would be at me for dying this way as I drifted off.
Frank's POV:
"Babe c'mon please" I said as I banged on the front door again. Nothing, no response, no reasoning. I made my way over here after Matt missed a couple of my calls. Sometimes, we would go days without hearing from each other, but that was because of our own missions, and he knew that. He would always answer after a mission. He wouldn't miss a call from me ever because if I was calling, he knew that it was over and that I was safe. He would get so excited. That's why none of this felt right to me.
I could feel my heart pound, and the keys made a jingle as my hands shook. There was a defining silence that was somehow so loud at the same time. As I swung open the now unlocked front door, I could see that Matt's bedroom door was open, so I made my way over.
"Matt?" I said as I scanned the room. I couldn't see him, as I turned to leave the room. I could see that the bathroom light was on out of the corner of my eye. I could see a figure on the floor, and I felt my breath hitch."No, no, no, please." I said with a shakey voice as I approached the bathroom. My hands were sweating as I touched the door knob. I felt like I was going to be sick. My head was spinning. As I creaked the door open slowly, so many thoughts started running through my head. I was so afraid of what I was going to see.
"Oh god," I said with a gasp as I rushed over to Matt, who was lying on the floor, and blood pooling out from the back of his head. "Please, please, Matt, I can't do this again," I said in a hushed tone as I stuck two fingers on his neck. Waiting and waiting, and then there it was. A beat, a pulse. I let out a sigh and a breath I didn't even know I was holding in.
"Thank you, thank you," I said as I felt my breathing calm, and my heart stopped pounding. "Thank you."
Matt's POV:
As I opened my eyes, my head immediately started to pound, and I felt like I was about to throw up. I put my hand on my mouth to stop myself as I sat up quickly. "Here you go," a familiar voice said as I dry heaved into the trash bin. I could feel the familiar callused hands rubbing circles in my back.
"Frank? Babe," I said as I had finally felt my stomach settle. "I'm here, love," Franks said as he sat next to me. I could hear a thud as he put the trash can down. "Shit, what happened? Why does my head hurt like hell?" I said as the world stopped spinning finally, and the nausea finally went away fully. "I - I don't know. You tell me I came over because you hadn't been responding to my calls at all. What's wrong? We're you attacked?" Frank said with a tint of annoyance and anger in his voice. Maybe even a hint of fear and sadness.
"No, no, I promise. I think I fell, hit my head on something. I just remember getting up to go to the bathroom," I said as I roamed my hand through my head. "I don't really remember. I'm so sorry," I said as I felt tears form in my eyes. I could feel Frank wrap his arms around me and pull me, squeezing so tight that I thought I would die. I felt myself melt into the hug. He was so warm. Made me feel safe. "We should go to the hospital," I said as I pulled back away from him a bit. "No need. I stitched you up while you were out," Frank said, adding a little kiss at the end of his sentence. "For some reason, I find that very hot," I said with a little chuckle. It felt good to smile. Too feel happy again. I needed this. Needed him.
THE END