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Karen had argued with Matt because of Dex's presence. That's why she left the hiding place and left Matt and Dex alone. Matt didn't say much to him other than that he had to go, leaving him alone and half-naked.
After a while he returns, leaning against the walls.
- But look who we have here, it's Matt, you're finally back.
He did not respond, sat down next to him on a small bench, slowly removed his mask and sighed.
- I… I went to see him… I couldn't, Dex, I wanted to. I know perfectly well what I should do, but I couldn't… I didn't. - Each time his voice began to slowly fade, he struggled to speak.
- I know, you were able to help the man who ruined your life the most, killing someone very important to you, and yet you're not consumed by rage. It´s being you Matt, because we're not…
Matt got up as quickly as he could, placed his hand on the back of Dex's head, didn't let him finish speaking, and kissed him. It was a slow kiss; the words that had just left Dex's mouth were like a gentle breeze, something to hold onto. Dex startled but didn't resist; in fact, he tried to deepen the kiss, clearly feeling the resistance of the handcuffs that distracted Matt.
He pulled away, standing just millimeters face to face. What had he just done? he wondered.
- I was waiting for you to do it… With a sly smile.
-I… Matt had no words to describe what I had just done.
- It's okay, now you're going to take off the handcuffs and we can continue?
Matt was surprised and walked away.
- No, thank you. But I need help with a number of injuries… Fisk is a beast.
- Yes, absolutely. If you want my help, I need to be free.
He took out the crucifix he always carried, and besides the cross, he had the key that could free him. He came a little closer to him.
- Swear to me that you won't kill me or leave here.
- Do you think I'm going to leave after what you've done? A deathly silence.
- Come on, don't be angry, I swear, I swear, amen. The other shook his head.
- You see the table here? Well, there's a first aid kit in the second drawer.
He sighed heavily and began to untie the handcuffs.
Dex was stretching his wrists; he even had small marks of struggle.
Once freed, he began to take off his shoes.
- But what are you doing! Weren't you going to help me?
- I'll do it, impatient , but to help you I need to be comfortable. I've spent hours like this. Besides, my feet also hurt. Dex took off his military boots and tried to sit up.
- Hey, my place is yours now. Do you want me to handcuff you too? He went to the table and found the first aid kit.
Matt sat down on the cold stretcher. He leaned back so he could lie down.
- Here comes your nurse Matty, to check those wounds.
- What are you saying? Just focus on healing me.
- And that's what I'm doing, but play along a little, please. - Another silence, now Dex was taking it as a yes.
- If you want me to help you with your wounds, I need you to take off your suit, at least the top part. - He obeyed, although it was somewhat difficult for him due to his limited movement, which he helped him with somewhat.
Dex examined the wounds; he'd never treated anyone before. It was his first time, just like having Matt in this state. He treated his wounds as best he could.
- There you go… You've been very good. Don't you want a reward?
- And what kind of reward?
- You're going to like it.
Dex climbs on the stretcher around Matt, stays on top of him resting his hands on it and approaches his face, kisses him, and goes to do what he couldn't before. The kiss becomes deeper, more passionate and more desired.
Matt wraps his arms around his neck. He doesn't know what to feel, but he's never felt anything this strong for anyone.
Dex cuts off the kiss and without warning his muscles fail him, falling like a weight onto Matt's wounded torso.
- Wow… being here without moving for several days has left me without energy.
He tilts his head and rests it on Matt's chest, where he can feel his pulse and breathing. With that comfort,he begins to fall asleep.
- Dex? Oh, wow. He's fallen asleep on top of him… if Karen gets here any minute, she's going to kill me. She places her hand on Dex's hair, caresses him gently.
After a while, Dex wakes up. He lifts his body and looks at him.
- Good morning.
- Hi, I see you slept well, by the way you weigh quite a lot, huh.
Dex carefully gets off the stretcher and stretches. The other one gets up too and looks through some lockers, his black T-shirt, turns to see Dex and throws it at him. .
- Go ahead and put this on.
- This? Is this your shirt?
- So what? You don't have any other clothes.
- You're right, So what now?
- I have a mission for you, to help you balance your scales.
- Wow, Matt, you leave me speechless. Okay, what do you want me to do?