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Foggy was having a great morning. The office was closed because of the snowstorm that had hit New York that morning, burying the city in a foot of thick snow. He had stopped at one of the only coffee shops that was open to pick up muffins and coffee, for him and Matt. He was on his way to convince his boyfriend to stay inside with him the entire day, watch some movies, read books or bake. Anything to keep Matt off the slippery roofs of Hell’s Kitchen.
Their relationship was new. As in they had only started dating a month ago after Matt had drunkenly confessed his feelings for Foggy. The past year had truly shown Foggy how precious and lucky his time was with Matt, so barely thinking he had then kissed Matt right there at Josie’s, for the entire world to see. Matt had stared at him, his cheeks as red as his glasses that lay abandoned on the bar counter, his mouth hung slightly open. Without a second thought he kissed Foggy back leading to a heated kissing match, in which Josie threatened to kick them out because they were causing a scene. Though Foggy could tell she was hiding a small smile when she turned around. Her smile became more apparent when a couple of people came up to her after they had kissed, to hand her money.
“Did you bet that we would kiss?” said Foggy with mock offense.
“Actually I bet you two would get together. Eventually,” Josie had replied
Matt laughed into Foggy’s shoulder, “ Apparently our feelings were obvious to everyone but ourselves”
That began a new chapter in the book of Avocados at law. Things were going well at the office, they were mostly taking pro-bono cases but they still got the occasional high paying case. Karen was working as a private eye for their firm as well as doing freelance writing for the Bulletin. He and Matt's friendship was slowly healing after all the hardships they went through in the past three years. When they had officially started dating, Foggy had made Matt promise to not keep secrets from and to tell when things weren't going well. In return Foggy had promised to listen more to Matt’s needs and had agreed to be less dismissive toward Daredevil.
Foggy finally arrived at Matt’s apartment, his cheery mood had barely been dampened by the disgusting weather. He didn't knock, not wanting to bother Matt if he was still sleeping. He opened the door and walked into Matt's eerily calm apartment. His bedroom door was wide open with his bed still made, the kitchen was clean except for a half finished beer and some leftovers on the counter. The chest finally caught his eye. It was laying open in his living room. Matt never left the chest out in the open before leaving unless it was an emergency.
“Matt!” Foggy called cautiously, hoping that Matt was close by like in the bathroom or in a neighbouring building. Maybe he had to get patched up and spend the night at Claire's? He ran a hand through his hair before calling Matt's burner phone. The line was silent. That was really not good. Still trying not to panic, Foggy raced through the apartment checking everywhere, before realizing he hadn't checked the roof, where Matt spends most of his time brooding when he feels guilty.
As Foggy suspected Matt was on the roof, but he wasn't sitting on the edge with his feet dangling off in that brooding manner of his. He was passed out, in the snow not moving a muscle. He was covered in a thin layer of snow that was slightly blood stained near his head.
Foggy cursed under his breath before sprinting to his boyfriend. He crouched down next to Matt, shaking his shoulders
“No, no, no! Matt, baby! Wake up!” He pulled off the mask. His eyes were closed, his face was almost the same color as the snow. His lips were a dull blue instead of their normal pink tone and there was a cut near his ear that was bleeding fast. Matt's skin was so cold that Foggy reacted like it was an electric shock when he touched him.
“Fuck! Matt, wake up, dammit!”
The irony of Matt only waking up when Foggy got so upset he became angry was laughable. But there wasn't time for that now. Matt blinked open his eyes slowly, muttering a string of words that didn't make any sense. But Foggy managed to understand two words: his own name and ‘cold’.
“I know it's cold, Matty. We have to go inside but I can't carry you alone.” Foggy said quickly.
He pulled Matt up, placing his arms around his shoulders. Matt let out a small whimper as Foggy led him towards the door, half stumbling, half being carried. Foggy whispered small encouragements the entire time.
After a few minutes of struggling they made it to Matt’s living room where Foggy gently put Matt down on the couch. He told Matt to take off his suit while he went to get the first aid kit but when he came back Matt hadn't moved.
“Hey buddy? Do you need help getting out of your suit?”
Matt’s nod was barely noticeable. “Hot,” he mumbled.
Foggy was confused. Matt was freezing to the touch and had spent god knows how long in the freezing cold outside. Shouldn't he be cold instead of hot?
He finished undressing Matt and placed a blanket over him despite Matt's weak protests. Then he pulled out a thermometer from the first aid kit and placed it in Matt's non-damaged ear. The thermometer beeped and read 82° F.
Fuck. This was really bad. Matt wasn't even shivering. Shit. He quickly googled how to treat hypothermia. Wet clothes off. Keep warm with blankets, hot water bottles and warm drinks. And hospitals. Matt's body temperature was so low it was hospital trip worthy. Shit, shit shit. Foggy looked up at his phone to see Matt's bruised and scarred body. His chest was moving up and down quickly and he looked so confused in his half-conscious state. Foggy quickly promised himself he would do everything in his capability to not have to bring Matt to the hospital.
He rushed through Matt’s apartment grabbing every blanket he could find before placing it on Matt. He filled a couple of bottles with warmth and placed them in his armpits and his groin (which was more embarrassing for Foggy, since Matt didn't really seem to be aware of his surroundings). He found a heating pad under the sink in Matt's bathroom and placed it on his chest, slowly warming his core. Matt wasn't happy about being warmed up. He whined quietly when Foggy added a couple more blankets to the pile that was already on him.
Foggy waited a couple minutes before checking Matt’s temperature again. He ran his hand through his boyfriend's hair in a relaxing pattern trying to not startle Matt more than necessary. He squirmed a little bit when Foggy placed the thermometer in his ear. His temperature had barely gone up a degree. This wasn't cutting it.
Foggy sighed before resorting to his fail-safe plan: call Claire. She picked up after the third ring.
“What did he get to know?” she said, her exhaustion obvious through the phone.
“He has hypothermia. I did what the internet said but it’s not really working. And for both of our sakes, I don't want to take him to the hospital. I don't know what to do!” Foggy replied quickly.
“Shit. What did you do already? What’s his temperature at?” She asked, already ten times more concerned than when she answered the phone.
Foggy briefly explained what he had done and how he had found Matt.
“Is he still awake?”
“Yes but barely. He has a cut on his head. It’s not bleeding anymore but really isn't pretty. I think that's why he passed out” He knew head wounds bled a lot.
“Okay before you do anything else, stitch and clean the wound. Then I want you to try and warm him up with your body heat. Don't let him fall asleep until his body is at a reasonable temperature. If his condition doesn't improve, take him to the hospital.” Claire instructed.
“Ok,” Foggy said, “ Thanks, Claire. I’ll call you later for an update.”
He hung up and started cleaning Matt's wound.
“How do you feel, buddy?” Foggy asked.
“Tired.”
“I know but Claire said you have to wait until you're warmer if you want to sleep.”
Matt let out a small grumble, “Hurts.”
“What? Your head?”
Matt made a small affirming noise.
If Matt was agreeing to pain it was because it was really painful or that he was so exhausted that he didn't have the energy to hide his pain. Foggy finished stitching up the wound.
“Hey Sunshine?” Foggy whispered, “Mind if I join you in your blanket burrito? It'll warm you up faster.”
Matt looked up at him, his brown eyes hooded before he did a small nod. Foggy took off his shirt before squeezing himself next to Matt, so that his boyfriend's face was on his chest. He let his hand wander through Matt's hair as he cuddled him with the other. He whispered about nothing, rambling on and occasionally shaking Matt to make sure he was still awake.
Foggy didn't know how they stayed like that cuddling and talking. But eventually, Matt started shaking. Violently. Foggy could almost feel the couch shaking along with him. Matt whined quietly about being cold. Shivering was a good sign, right? He double checked Matt's temperature, it had gone up another 8 degrees.
“Matt?”
Matt hummed a response, barely awake against Foggy’s chest.
“Stay awake for a little longer, ok? You're almost there buddy, just stay with me.”
“Sounds like ‘m dying” Matt muttered.
Foggy let out a small snort, his anxiety slowly leaving him, “Well, you weren't far off.”
He continued to shiver but it got weaker and weaker. For a panic-stricken moment, Foggy thought that Matt had actually gotten worse. But when he checked his temperature, it had leveled at 96 degrees. Foggy let out a long sigh before whispering to Matt.
“You can go to sleep now, Matty.”
Matt let out a content noise and in less than a minute he was out like a light. It wasn't long before Foggy followed him to sleep.
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Foggy woke up with a leg on his chest. Now it wasn't exactly odd (Matt had really weird sleeping positions) but it sort of came as a shock to find that somehow Matt’s head had moved to the other side of the couch. Along with all the blankets. Leaving Foggy with only a leg for warmth. He smirked before leaning over a tickling the underside of Matt's foot. Matt squirmed and kicked his foot away and then slowly opened his eyes.
“How are you feeling?” Foggy asked, placing a hand on Matt's outstretched one.
He shrugged, “A little hungry.”
Foggy snorted, “I hope so it's probably been at least 36 hours since you last ate.”
“What do you mean?” Matt's eyebrows were scrunched up with confusion.
“Matty, what day is it today?” Foggy asked, concerned. Had he forgotten the entirety of yesterday?
“It's Friday, right? We closed the office because of the snowstorm.”
“No baby, it's Saturday morning.”
Matt stared at him, looking like he was questioning reality. Foggy immediately recognized the look on Matt's face when the previous day came back to him.
Matt covered his face in his hands, “Shit. I thought that was a dream. Sorry for putting you through that.”
“No need to apologize,” Foggy said lightly, “ If anything I'm really glad I was there yesterday. I uh… I don't think you would have made it, if I hadn't found you.”
That probably wasn't the best thing to say because now Matt looked even more horrified.
“Hey, no. Stop it with your catholic guilt, Murdock. I’m happy you're safe, just next time call me when you feel like passing out in a snow storm. Come home to me, okay?”
Matt nodded sincerely before Foggy cupped his face and kissed him.
“I love you so much, just don't let a snowstorm be your downfall.”
Matt nodded again before kissing Foggy back, “I love you too, Fogs.”