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A loud thud had you blinking awake in confusion. You lay still for a moment, not moving and silent as you listened, waiting for another sign of movement. When none came you groaned softly and scrunched your eyes together, blindly reaching your hand out for your phone and squinting against the bright light before letting out another groan at the early morning hour.
As you threw your phone onto the bed you reached a hand out to the other side, frowning as it was still as empty as it was when you had fallen asleep - Matt wasn’t home then.
Another thud had you sitting up, looking from the empty side of the bed and then back towards the door leading out into the living room. Since finding out about Daredevil you were used to Matt sneaking in at odd hours but he was usually silent, hardly ever waking you as he changed out of his suit and climbed into bed with you.
This was the first time you’d woken up to quiet bangs echoing through the apartment.
Reluctantly, you let the silk sheets fall from your body, wincing as your bare feet touched the cold floor. You blinked harshly against the neon lights that flooded the living room before your eyes fell on Matt who sat sprawled out on the foot of the stairs.
“Hey,” You called softly, making your way over to him and crouching down so you were face to face. “What happened?”
Matt didn’t reply. You watched as his head titled before letting it fall back against the bannister with a soft thud causing you to frown.
You reached forward, hands running gently along the mask before you made quick but careful work of pulling it off, wincing as a trail of blood became visible to you.
“Shit Matt.” You said quietly, more to yourself than him, unsure of what to do.
He was obviously concussed, the way he was swaying slightly and the way his eyes kept falling closed told you as much. The blood, you paused as you looked at it, there was a lot of it, too much. You hadn’t seen Matt hurt before, nothing more than some bruises here or there, the occasional stitches that were already taken care of by the time you saw him.
You watched as Matt shifted, trying to pull something out of his pocket but you quickly stopped him, not wanting him to make any other injuries worse.
“Claire.” He slurred out, sounding drunk.
“Claire.” You repeated in relief, fishing the burner phone out of his pocket yourself.
You listened as the phone continued to ring, praying that she would answer and almost sobbed in relief as you had the unfamiliar woman’s voice.
“Please don’t tell me you’re dying when I’m out of town.” Now you could have sobbed in disbelief, she wasn’t in Hell’s Kitchen and Matt was bleeding, badly.
“Matt?” Claire said into the phone when she received no reply, her stomach filling with dread as the seconds passed by.
“He’s bleeding.” You managed to say after taking a deep breath.
“Who is thi-” Claire began but cut herself off, “Y/N?” She asked instead.
“Yes,” You said quietly, not taking your eyes off Matt. “He’s bleeding and I don’t know what to do.” You told her again.
“Okay, where’s he bleeding?” Claire asked, her voice firm but gentle. How often had she heard Matt talk about you like you were something the world had never seen before? She knew he tried to keep you out of Daredevil business as much as he could, patching himself up at her place rather than doing it where you could see. She knew you must be panicking right now and she was not looking forward to trying to talk you through how to patch the man up.
“His head, I don’t know if he’s bleeding anywhere else.” You couldn’t see any damage to the suit and you just prayed that this was the worst of it.
Matt let his eyes fall close and as his breathing slowed down you felt yourself slip further into a panic.
“Hey, hey,” You said, shaking him, “Don’t you dare go to sleep.”
Matt managed a weak nod and you listened as Claire spoke again.
“Ok, you’re doing a great job not letting him sleep. Now listen, I need you to grab his med kit and tell me what he has, okay?”
Claire listened as you rummaged around before pulling out the first aid kit and making your way back over to him, giving him a panicked shake as you saw his eyes closed.
“M’okay baby.” He slurred out, giving you a reassuring smile that did little to calm your fears.
You listed all the things in the kit off to Claire who nodded and began to walk you through it.
“Ok, I need you to put some gloves on and get some cool water in a bowl,” You didn’t want to leave Matt alone for even a second but you knew you had to listen to Claire so put her on speaker before going to do as she said, one eye on Matt the whole time.
“I have it.” You told her softly, brushing your gloved fingers along Matt’s knuckles as you did.
Matt managed a weak smile in your direction.
“Okay, good. Now you have to clean the cut and as much of the blood as you can.” She told you, causing you to frown but you listened to the woman at the other end of the phone and brought a clean, wet cloth up to the cut.
Matt winced, you mirroring the movement as he did.
“I’m sorry,” You whispered as you tried to clean the cut as gently as possible. It took a few minutes until you managed to clean most of the blood, though some still pooled around the wound.
“It’s clean.” You said in the direction of the phone that rested on the ground next to the first aid kit.
“You’re doing great, Y/N.” Claire told you, “Is it still bleeding?” She really hoped it wasn’t because then she’d have to talk you through how to stitch him up with a needle and she really didn’t think you could handle that.
“Yeah, a little bit.” A little bit, Claire could work with that…hopefully.
“I need you to apply pressure to it, alright? Just for a few minutes to see if we can stop the bleeding.”
Your eyes widened in sympathy as Matt let out a hiss of pain, using your free hand to take one of his in yours and giving him a gentle squeeze.
“You’re okay,” You told him, hoping you were right but you knew Matt trusted Claire and so all you had to do was trust him. “I’ve got you.”
You continued to whisper comforting words, not sure if they were for Matt or yourself at that point as you pressed the cloth against the wound.
“Is it still bleeding?” Claire asked after five minutes had passed, letting out a sigh of relief as you told her it wasn’t. “Good, that’s really good.”
Claire directed you to the butterfly stitches and you made quick work of finding and unpackaging them, feeling uneasy as you looked from them to Matt.
“Pay attention now, ok? You need to push the two sides of the wound together, close as you can.” You did as she told you, apologising as Matt let out a pained breath, “Good, now you have to put the stitches on…”
You listened carefully as Claire walked you through it, watching as Matt winced in pain causing you to frown but you carried on like Claire said.
“That’s it, you’re done,” Claire said, causing you to deflate in relief. “You did good, Y/N.”
“Thank you,” You said, pausing to take a shaky breath, “Thank you for helping him.”
“It’s what I do,” Claire smiled, “He should be good to go to bed now, just keep a close eye on him and call me if you need anything.”
“Thank you again, Claire.” You said, glad that Matt had her in his life.
“You’re welcome.” She said before hanging up and leaving you to deal with a concussed Matt.
It took more than a few tries to get him upright before you practically dragged him into the bedroom. Getting the suit off him was a struggle but eventually you managed to pull it off, smiling in relief as you saw nothing but a few bruises on his torso.
“Let’s get you to bed.” You said as you guided him onto his side and pulled the sheets around him before heading back to your side.
Any tiredness you had felt when you had first woken up was gone as fear and adrenaline ran through your veins, determined to stay up all night to make sure Matt’s breathing stayed steady.
You watched as Matt turned his head toward you, his eyes fighting to stay open, as he reached for your hand before bringing it up to his lips.
“Thank you,” He whispered against your knuckles, causing you to smile.
“Go to sleep Matt.” You said, voice as quiet as his.
“You shouldn’t have had to do that.” He told you, clearly struggling to speak clearly but somehow managing to.
You let yourself smile at him, smile at the fact that he was the one bleeding out not even ten minutes again, the one who was clearly involved in something terrible before, the one who was risking his life to make his city safer and the one who was more concerned for your well being than his own.
Matt Murdock really was an idiot but he was your idiot.
“I’d do it again and again.” You told him honestly, not even surprised by how much you meant those words. Sure when you first started dating Matt you hardly expected all this to come with it but even now you wouldn’t give him or Daredevil up for the world.
“Too good for me.” Matt mumbled as he shifted, pulling you closer to him so your head rested on his chest.
“Sleep.” You commanded with a soft laugh.
“Love you.” Matt murmured against your hair before pressing a lingering kiss there.
As you listened to his breathing even out you couldn’t help the soft laugh that left your lips, feeling safe in the comfort of his arms, glad that he was safe.
“I love you too.” You whispered into the darkness, ready to spend the night making sure he was okay.
You didn’t remember falling asleep but you woke up in the morning to fingers gently brushing up and down your arm, the room lit up softly as the morning sun shone through the window.
A smile spread across your face as you stretched, shifting so you were looking up at Matt who smiled down at you.
“Good morning.” Matt said quietly, looking better than he had last night.
“How’re you feeling?” You asked, voice thick with sleep causing Matt’s smile to widen as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.
“Better, thanks to you.” He said honestly, “You shouldn’t have had to do that.” Matt told you again, feeling guilty for letting you see him like that, for forcing you to be the one to patch him up.
“Oh yeah, you’re totally right,” You told him with an eye roll, “I should've just left you to bleed out on the staircase.”
“Come on,” Matt chuckled, “I’m being serious.”
“So am I,” You told him, leaning up to kiss his jaw, “I meant what I said last night, Matt, I’d patch you up a thousand times, though I won’t be mad if you’d rather go to Claire.”
“I don’t know you’re a pretty cute nurse.” Matt murmured, leaning down and softly connectly his lips to yours.
Matt shifted so that he was hovering over you, keeping the kiss soft and slow. He felt you smile into the kiss and felt himself fall further in love with you, something he didn't think was possible.
“I love you so much,” He whispered against your lips, pulling back enough to do so, smiling as you giggled.
“I love you too,” You told him, leaning up to capture his lips against yours again, content to spend the day in bed with Matt and if he pouted and whined dramatically to gain some sympathy from you then neither of you were complaining.